That summer, the summer before that, I was standing at a crossroads, wondering. Because I have too much nostalgia for the past, I can’t help but feel sad.
About a year ago, I was about to graduate from elementary school. On the afternoon when I returned to school for the last time, I watched a group of classmates talking lively on the playground. I didn’t have any strange emotions in my heart, and it was pretty much the same as usual. The trajectory of my life was not that of a square. Change.
After a while, a good friend came to talk to me, and the topics were always about graduation, further studies, and blessings, but I didn’t feel like crying because we could meet again, contact each other, and hang out together during the holidays. In the middle, some elements of mischief were brought in, and we had a laugh together.