＃记得常来看看我
时间是晚上七点钟左右，天空被某位画师轻微点缀了颜色，路上的车，车灯已然亮起。
此刻，我所在的地方是某偏僻公路拐角的一处，因为偏僻的缘故所以路上车辆很少，不堵车，更没有令人心烦的鸣笛声。
正走着，从我左侧缓缓过去了一辆三蹦子，开车的是一位老大爷，拉着一些玉米秸秆正回家。
望着老人家远去的身影，我脑海中浮现起童年同母亲一起秋收时的记忆，干脆就此驻足，找一处干净地坐下，一边观望着来往的车，一边回想自己关于这片土地的儿时记忆。
回忆过去，长大似乎是瞬间完成的，经历中的时候，深感无比漫长，一开始觉得45分钟很长，后来是两个小时、一周、一个月、三个月、一年、五年、十年，要忙碌的事越来越多，时间越来越不够用，内心的小孩似是在闹情绪，抱怨自己不留出一些时间给他。
我也在反思，故而，用文字以这样和他交流。
“别生气了，乖，摸摸头，我的小朋友。”
“好的哇，记得常来看看我，嘿。”
＃Remember to come and see me often
It was around 7 o'clock in the evening, the sky was slightly colored by a painter, and the lights of the cars on the road were already on.
At this moment, I am at a corner of a remote highway. Due to its remoteness, there are few cars on the road, no traffic jams, and no annoying horns.
As I was walking, a tricycle slowly passed by my left side. The driver was an old man, pulling some corn stalks and heading home.
Looking at the old man's figure as he walked away, I recalled the memories of my childhood with my mother during the autumn harvest. I simply stopped and found a clean place to sit down, watching the passing cars while reminiscing about my childhood memories of this land.
Looking back, growing up seems to have been accomplished in an instant. During the process, it felt incredibly long. At first, I thought 45 minutes was a long time, but then it became two hours, a week, a month, three months, a year, five years, and ten years. With more and more things to do, time is becoming increasingly scarce. The inner child seems to be in a mood and complaining that I don't set aside some time for him.
I am also reflecting, so I use words to communicate with him in this way.
Don't be angry, my little friend.
"Ok, remember to come and see me often, hey.
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