In my memory, Guo didn't like to talk much, but only remembered her hair that was dark, shiny, and with her ears, and like a golden beetle. Her seat was in the back row of the classroom back then. I didn't talk much to her, nor did I feel the enthusiasm and open-mindedness of the

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In my memory, Guo didn't like to talk much, but only remembered her hair that was dark, shiny, and with her ears, and like a golden beetle. Her seat was in the back row of the classroom back then. I didn't talk much to her, nor did I feel the enthusiasm and open-mindedness of the - DayDayNews

Guo is a classmate who grew up in a village and the one who has changed the most so far.

In my memory, Guo didn't like to talk much, but only remembered her hairstyle that was dark and shiny with her ears, just like beetle . Her seat was in the back row of the classroom back then. I didn't talk much to her, nor did I feel the enthusiasm and open-mindedness of the country at that time. In the blink of an eye, we have bid farewell to that carefree childhood, going our separate ways and no longer have any contact. Later on, it was the country who connected our friends back then and also created a chat group. The chat group's eloquence, enthusiasm and hospitality, and optimism and open-mindedness made me once doubt whether this was the country back then? During the conversation, we also knew that the country was in the health center in our township. We drove fifty or sixty miles to and from get off work every day. There were no weekends, and the two children were still young. The country's life must be very tiring, but the country's words and conversations did not reveal any hard work. Busy and fulfilling, tired and happy.

Is it because we didn’t discover the open-mindedness of the country back then, or has life trained the country’s strong heart?

Now we have passed the forties of . I just hope that we can all be as open-minded and optimistic as the country.

In my memory, Guo didn't like to talk much, but only remembered her hair that was dark, shiny, and with her ears, and like a golden beetle. Her seat was in the back row of the classroom back then. I didn't talk much to her, nor did I feel the enthusiasm and open-mindedness of the - DayDayNews

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