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Fading Memories of a Young Girl |
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The vibrant morning sun shone brightly, casting a pale light on the withering
flowers, while remnants of a young girl lingered. She loved pure blue ink and
would effortlessly paint it on white paper with a pen. The quiet flowers would
turn into deep blue hues as she wrote. As the wind blew, she would gaze at the
ink gradually fading away, merging with the white paper, becoming as blue and
pure as the sky with no blemish. Her thoughts would wander through the paper and
disappear as the deep blue ink faded.
She often played with the music box given to her by her family friends, closing
the curtains to shut out any light. In that dark and cozy place, she would bury
her hands into her arms, close her eyes and ponder her thoughts while the sound
of the music echoed throughout the room. After contemplating, she would lock her
thoughts in her diary, which no one could see. As she grew up, her childhood
innocence slowly dissipated like a wisp of smoke.
Every morning, as the sun rose, she would swing in the garden, reminiscing about
her childhood. Holding a book of poems by Grandma Bing Xin, she would recall the
colorful memories of her childhood and whisper, "Childhood is a dream in
reality, and reality in a dream. It is a tearful smile in memory." Reading her
book, she could almost see her younger self chasing after butterflies, her face
glowing with innocence and happiness. Suddenly, her younger self slowed down,
and just like that, disappeared with the colorful butterflies, leaving her with
tears.
She felt she had changed, becoming less talkative, introverted, and silent. She
no longer spoke or acted as she pleased, using her eyes to express her
determination. She called this newfound determination "introspection." Her
sharpness and vitality were settling and dissipating along the fading path.
As the sun sets in the west, its afterglow reflects on the walls of the fading
memories of a young girl. |
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