With you

In August, Chang 'an's The Best of Us was finally made into an unrecognizable online drama.

Although the plot is vulgar, it still reminds me of my high school.

It's been a year since I was a freshman.

In this year, my mobile phone became a part of my body, my computer became my best friend, and the Internet became the most important part of my life, connecting me with my world.

I often miss myself a year ago and wander on the familiar streets where I have lived for more than ten years. The smell of Guandong cooking and stinky tofu rushed into my nose alternately, and the cold pot string and the ear potato were attractive in color. I hurried past the lush phoenix tree in front of the third floor of high school. On a sunny day, time was mottled under the tree.

My favorite and least favorite are evenings and saturdays, because evenings mean sleeping and saturdays mean rest. But I don't like them, because I have exams every night, math and physics, Chinese and English, and I take turns to violence me once a week. This cycle is endless. And there are endless homework every Saturday. Now look back at the speed and ability of doing homework at that time.

I often dream of ginkgo biloba behind the third floor of high school, which is tall and straight and golden when it leaves in autumn. In the dream, summer and autumn always alternate quickly, and time only flows in an instant, but it seems eternal. In my dream, I often go to that neighboring shop to be diligent. I always go in and look at all kinds of strange gadgets without buying anything. There is not enough chicken soup. The surface of maocai is covered with smooth water. Fish Zeng Guokui often disturbs my good dreams and makes me hungry and frustrated. In the silent morning, I feel a heart that wants to go back in the tunnel of time.

When I was in senior three, I always thought about distant places, such as Beijing, Shanghai, Xiamen, Guangzhou, Xi and Chongqing, and always excluded Chengdu.

Chengdu, which has lived for more than ten years, is a prosperous, comfortable and busy city. If you stay long, you will be drowned by her gloomy sky all day.

Camus said that there must be some extreme poverty hidden behind the prosperity. A passerby can't see extreme poverty, only those who live long can see it. The extreme poverty in this city disappointed us. Migration and distance let us know clearly that this kind of extreme poverty and prosperity have long been inseparable from our blood.

Looking back on those three years, I understand more and more that those three years are like a ferry coming from the other side. I find that this shore is actually only the starting point of the world. Both parents and teachers are ferrymen.

As soon as you crossed the river, you started your life in this vast world.

I often recall the last night of self-study and running with the whole class. On the dark playground, it was windy in Chengdu in June, and everyone was sweating. We ran across the fence with the slogan, trying to distinguish the words that can be recited with closed eyes in the dark: "XX is the elevator to success." . Run across the rostrum and laugh at the boy playing football in the dark as usual. Finally, I ran to the fork in the road and waved hard. "I'm going to the bathroom." "I'm going back to the classroom." "I went to Lao Yang to get my homework." ..... wave like every night before, and wave for the last time.

Every time I watch a youth film and see someone waving goodbye like this, I always have tears in my eyes. But it was my turn that day, and everything was as usual.

I saw the adaptation of The Best of Us and thought of you.

When "The Best of Us" was popular, we were still sophomores, and the novels were secretly hidden under the table and under the physics exercise book.

Now, as a freshman, we no longer need to secretly read novels, but we have never read such interesting novels, just as we will never experience such interesting youth again.

I am in Chongqing, and I wish the fifteen students at the ends of the earth a bright future.