No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to retrieve any concrete memories before the age of seven. Everything before that time is just some disconnected, vague fragments to me now – like a beautiful mosaic pattern.
But I'm quite sure of one thing, that I was a loved child. I had no worries. I was happy.
My childhood felt like a wonderful dream to me. Somehow I always get the feeling that, when I was asleep in my dreams, I was with that very young little me again - after a very long separation.
‘Cheer up,’ that little me said. She was smiling, enveloped in a kind of beautiful haze. The flowers around her were slowly melting into her radiance. Those dreams were beautiful – so beautiful that every time I woke up and came back to reality, I felt excruciatingly sad to be separated from her. Every time it nearly crushed me. Yet when I had those dreams again, I felt joy and courage in my dreams.
I am glad that I still have so many pictures of my childhood. They record those ‘moments’ in my life. They are the reason why I can still feel and talk to that little me in my dreams.
They are the reason why I want to take these pictures for these lovely children.
我能清晰地记住细节的事情，估计就算竭尽全力了，也只能回忆到小学。
在往前就只记得一两样特别刻骨铭心的事，
却也不过是模模糊糊的一团记忆，跟打了马塞克似的。
你不觉得当小孩子真的很开心吗？
还没开始发育的身体从小腿到手指都是细细长长的线条，脸颊饱满，透着充满生机的红润。通常是套一节小白短袜就开始劈里啪啦地往外跑，下雨天也不怕弄脏衣服，难得过个节穿上身裙子就会立马觉得自己简直是公主好不好，怎么可以那么漂亮。刚上小学还未褪去幼稚园的生气，或者更小一点的孩子身上总是有一股很淡的沐浴露混着奶粉的味道，
在路灯下香香小小的就像迫不及待的微微膨胀的花苞。
逃掉“健康餐”回家午睡的星期一，两个女生并排躺在硬硬的小床上，闷闷的，热热的，有蝉鸣叫的声音；头顶上有旋转的电风扇，床头柜上放了剖了一半的西瓜，再过去则是和你一样爱睡觉的你的猫咪，然后是散在桌子上的一些碎纸。那些时候的我们盖一条毯子，只盖肚子那里一点点，眯着眼睛昏昏欲睡，
然后一个人细胳膊细腿地缠上另一个来——
“有蚊子呀。” 有谁在睡梦中轻轻皱着眉头迷糊地小声喃喃。
那些时候总是开心的。
总是笑着的，没心没肺的，无忧无虑的。
可是现在却想不起来了。和做过的梦一样，都被扔在什么地方，没有清晰的回忆了。所幸时光不是梦。照片也算是一种真实的存在吧。
真幸运还能靠这些定格的瞬间去拼凑模模糊糊的从前。
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