Throwing away textbooks and school uniforms from elementary school to high school is equivalent to throwing away memories?

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Cleaning the house at the end of the year, my old mother asked me to sort out the miscellaneous things I had saved from primary school to high school and throw away some unnecessary things.

Two big boxes. I also admire my nostalgia. I still have a lot of things that others have already thrown away. Those are the study materials and diaries that I can't bear to throw away from school.

I patted the dust on them while remembering, and then resolutely put them into a big bag. I'm afraid I'll be reluctant if I'm a second late.

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Besides throwing away textbooks and other study materials, my mother also asked me to throw away some clothes that I can't wear.

It's cruel. While complaining about my mother's "extinction", I packed my clothes decadent.

After all, my mother is not me. I don't know the importance of these rags to me. She just thinks they get in the way and take up space. It's no use staying. Besides, she asked me to leave something I didn't want to throw away.

Indeed, I buy new things every year, college textbooks, and beautiful clothes I bought in the past two years. When new things come, some old things will be eliminated. After all, the space is so big that it is not enough to squeeze.

Just like the human heart, there are too many things to carry.

When I packed my clothes, I saw my junior high school and high school uniforms that I had left for several years. I opened the hem of some short-sleeved school uniforms and found what was written there with a ballpoint pen.

Some are straightforward: "I want to be as successful as you."

Others are subtle: "not far" and "NJN".

Directly, you can understand the mood at that time at a glance, implicitly, you can't remember it no matter how you recall it, which is obviously not important. However, I wrote it all at that time, with some feelings.

Some things can be lost, but memories can't.

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During the final exam this semester, a high school friend posted a job advertisement in a circle of friends. I saw a friend who thought it was suitable for me, so I wrote a private letter to my high school friend.

Unfortunately, I haven't had any contact with her since I graduated from high school. The only person who can know each other's recent situation is probably the circle of friends.

I haven't seen each other for three years, and I haven't contacted her, so I gave her a warm answer of "thank you" in a strange way.

She said, "You don't have to say that."

I wanted to explain to her that this is an idiom I have developed in recent years, but after thinking for a while, I slowly typed out the words "I haven't contacted for three years" and sent it out.

After a while, she sent a crying expression and said, "Yes, time flies. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye."

So, we agreed to meet during the Chinese New Year. She asked me to play after graduating from senior three, because my mother refused, so let's not break our word this time, okay?

Because of my contact with her, I have been thinking about the past with her in my mind.

We met in Grade Two. We are classmates, friends and friends. She is cheerful, loves to laugh and has a good personality. We are in tune. Different classes in senior three sometimes smile at each other when they meet in the corridor or the boiling water in the dormitory, and then say hello.

I remember we met again in the boiling water room. She is washing clothes, and I'm going to blow dry my hair. The window in the boiling water room is open and the wind is blowing. The smell of laundry detergent and shampoo mixed together makes the wind more unbridled, sweet and delicious.

She saw me and smiled as usual. I asked her why she smiled every time she saw me. She said, "Because it is you, I am very happy."

I don't know why these memories emerge like waves. I just want to say: memories don't have to be remembered by virtue. Even if we throw away our textbooks and school uniforms, those beautiful memories of hard struggle will suddenly emerge on our way away, making people burst into tears.

Many great events will become smaller in the passage of time and then be forgotten. On the contrary, small things seem unimportant, but they occupy a great position in our hearts.

Even after three years, I always remember the smell in the boiling water room at noon, as if I could remember my friend's smile when he smelled it.

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I am a nostalgic person, I often think of the past, and sometimes I will suddenly think of it when I see a street I have passed, and then continue my way; Sometimes I will remember a book about friendship for two or three days. No matter how I drive it away, my memory will never go away.

Is it good or bad to like memories?

I think if I carry too much, the road ahead, I will walk very hard. Throw away some and let yourself go into battle lightly, maybe you will go better and further.

We are growing every year, and our outlook on life is constantly changing. We are always making new friends, and the circle is different every year. It's not that those people in the past don't want to continue to remember, but that we should look forward and move forward better.

Living in the present is better than living in the past.

Just seal up those memories and take them out to bask in the sun at some point.

What you really want to remember, whether you throw away your textbooks or school uniforms, will never be forgotten.

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