Memory is always related to childhood. The sound of cars driving on the way to school, the sound of grandpa’s motorcycle engine and the sound of oncoming wind. In the playgrounds and corridors of the campus, children ran, screamed, and frolicked, and their footsteps were sometimes rapid and sometimes slow. The class bell rang and the playground became quiet again. At this time, only the cuckoo screamed and rustled on the grass. Sometimes, there will be piano sounds and children’s chorus in the music classroom, and then there will be recitations and laughter in other classrooms, and then slowly quiet down.
One day, it snowed (it rarely snows in Shanghai). After the get out of class bell rang, the children rushed out shou ting and smiling. Some children’s shoes fell on the ground, which caused some laughter. In a blink of an eye, the children all gathered downstairs, holding snow in their hands, kneading them together, and throwing them at each other. From the snow came one after another laughter and the sound of snowballs hitting clothes.