It's a diary

It’s Tuesday again, and here comes today again.

It rained all week last week, but it cleared up a bit on Saturday.

Went out twice last week.

One time it was a Friday afternoon and I went to the park to feed the fish. But probably because of the construction of the canal, the lake water in the park was very turbid and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I walked along those extremely familiar roads, waiting for the sky to get darker and darker, feeling the cold wind blowing towards me.

The other time is Saturday.

I originally brought the test paper and planned to go out and write it. But my classmate asked me, so we went to Thor Temple later. It's not superstitious, just for peace of mind.

We worshiped God, knelt down devoutly with our eyes closed and our hands clasped together.

I bought a prayer rope and made a wish.

"You must pass every exam and be named on the gold list."

"The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe, I can see the Chang'an flowers in one day."

There is another one - "Live until the next year"

The old people in the temple are very kind and approachable. He kept asking us to get the offerings on the altar, saying that they were originally meant for us children.

Child.

Yes, it would be nice to be a child. ——Only children say forever.

He said: "You worship God, of course you can get it. Get more, get more candy, it will be sweet, and your life will go smoothly in the future. God will bless you, keep you safe, healthy and worry-free grow up."

This was the first time I got offerings on the altar.

It does seem to be sweeter.

I ate the last orange I brought home today. Sweet and charming.

We stood on the riverside and watched others digging the canal.

My favorite willow tree is gone, and I have only seen the peach blossoms bloom here once... Many things are different.

Maybe it's not that regrettable, the change is for better development.

And, I watched it change little by little.

So, maybe you can say that I am quite lucky.

This was my first week back at school, and I spent four or five hours walking part of the city all over again. Went to worship God again and watched the construction team dig canals and build temporary bridges. ——When those temporary bridges are built, the old bridges that have existed for who knows how many years will be demolished.

I spent three hours painting plaster dolls with my classmates. Then... the painting got damaged.

me……

There is so much to say but I don’t know where to start.

I want to go to a lonely desert island and be an island guard.

I want to be a plant, constantly absorbing sunlight and rain, and then making the world a better place.

I want to read history that I like. Because all of these, everything that shines, can only become memories. Just like my name, Aasiasi, Xiaoyi Xiaoyi...

……

Very upset, very embarrassed, very overwhelmed.

I began to frequently ask God to place my uneasy emotions on the tall and majestic statues.

As we grow older, age is no longer age, but becomes a dispensable number.

What happened in the past is no longer a thing, it has become my experience and experience.

Is this okay?

Isn't this bad?

Who can tell?

I couldn't sleep all night long, chatting with my friends about various topics, from kapok in the south to magnolia in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, from my dream when I was eleven to the person I wanted to be, and from the rainy weather. Talking about the rainy and foggy day in the middle of the night on the day I was born in Xiaonianbei many years ago...

When I was eleven years old, my dream was to become an excellent principal pianist like the heroine of the novel.

It feels like time passes too fast. Year after year, my memory deteriorates significantly. Sometimes I even get a splitting headache just thinking about it, but I can't find any trace of what happened in those years.

I have been studying hard recently and sleeping constantly, but I always suffer from insomnia.

I hate gloomy rainy and foggy days, but I hate even more wet days in the south.

It's getting warmer today, with the temperature suddenly rising to 30 degrees.

The moment I was blinded by the sun, I thought summer had arrived.