1' s campus, the Chinese rose blooms season after season, as if every season is spring, making great efforts to open up; Outside the school gate, the palm-shaped leaves of the phoenix tree are reluctant to wrap around the branches, make a turn, fall to the ground, and travel with the wind; I just found out that I am in Grade Three.
The third grade is very difficult. Every time, every moment, I will always be "ready", until the moment after school, I will feel unprecedented relaxed. Mom told me that this is called enrichment.
Third grade is ostentatious. When we were fifteen or sixteen, we were full of energy and enthusiasm. We write all kinds of strange things on school uniforms and shave our hair into strange shapes. When we saw the teacher, we didn't bow our heads shyly and call them "hello" in an ant-like voice, but we greeted them generously, like friends, freely, and the teachers responded generously. Having children, they seem much younger.
I am also a rebel in Grade Three. Sometimes I contradict my parents and teachers, but I know I can't be so outspoken in front of my elders and teachers. Protecting my self-esteem is just a good excuse.
If the life in the third grade has taught me the true meaning of life, then I hope that at the first turning point of my life, I can dance out my own colorful life.
One side of the soil and water, fleeting time. Open the lens of memory and shake off you and me in those years. At that time, for no reason, I always liked to run in this dark and fertile soil, perhaps to find a familiar back, hoping that he would smile and nod at me when wiping the sweat from his forehead.
In the reflected memory, when the early spring came, the warmth and wind brushed my hair, fluttering gracefully like notes, playing a harmonious and quiet melody, as beautiful as seeing you at first sight. An inch behind my mother, I stepped into the iron gate shyly, and my curiosity prompted my little head to spy. I saw the sunshine shining on your amiable face, and your smile was more like a brilliant flower, which made me freeze my eyes at this moment. Suddenly, you leaned forward, reached out a thick, black and gray hand and touched my forehead, gently asking, is this Xinxin? Somehow, in order to find out what was going on, I just kept my original state until my mother pulled my skirt. I woke up from a rude awakening and nodded yes. I didn't forget my mother's previous exhortation to be polite, and then I raised my round face and grinned and let out a cry, Hello, Grandpa! As soon as he spoke, the flowers on his face became more and more brilliant, even though his face was as humble as dirt.
Since then, I have been in primary school here. Every morning there will always be a loud call to let me know it's time for school; There will always be a breakfast prepared on the table, so that I can eat nutritious and full; Always remind me gently when I am forgetful ... These fragments that constitute an extension of happiness all have your existence-Grandpa. I still remember one time when I didn't see you after school, I ran out to the farmland to call you, and my eyes kept changing until I heard a cry! Only then did I find your reputation. I saw you standing on the dark land, wiping the sweat from your forehead with one hand, holding a hoe with the other hand, and throwing a towel around your neck with the other hand to wipe the sweat thoroughly. You were surprised that I ran over and shouted, Be careful crossing the bridge, don't run, it's easy to fall down. But I still ran to your position, hugged you and said happily; Grandpa, I'm back. And you still touch my forehead as always, and answer with a knowing smile; Well, I see. Wait for Grandpa for a while. Grandpa will come back and make you something to eat. All right, I'll wait for you. I readily agreed. The afterglow of the sunset dyed the horizon red, and also reflected the figure of grandpa when he was farming. As a result, the soil under his feet was ruddy like drinking wine, emitting a faint scent, mixed with the smell of grass and the smell of grandpa's sweat.
Now, grandpa is in my unreachable country, where the soil is overgrown with weeds. The desolation of this scene makes me cry, so I can get close to myself. A wild flower blooms in the sun and wakes up more brightly. Can this flower have your eternal soul in the soil like you?
A person's life belongs only to the soil. It was conceived from the soil, and its ending should return to the soil.
When my parents were too busy for three hours, I entrusted them to my grandmother's house and lived for several years. When I live in my grandmother's house, my grandmother usually cooks rice. My grandmother's specialty is fried green beans with meat, so I often eat green beans. That smell is always full of warmth.
Grandma likes to fry green beans with meat. According to her, it is because the unique fragrance of gravy is accompanied by the fragrance of green beans. If they are inhaled into the throat together, the throat will be filled with this smell, which will immediately increase the appetite. Now that I think about it, it seems that I haven't eaten my grandmother's green beans for a long time. I can't help but miss that warm smell.
In my impression, grandma often cooks fried green beans with meat. Grandma washed the green beans first, then cut off the unnecessary roots and branches and put them on the plate. Pick up the meat I just washed for her, put some water in it, and then pour it into the pot. Cover the pot and simmer for a while, then pour the oil and add salt. At this time, the green beans should be poured into the pot and fried together. After a few minutes, the green beans can be tasted, and then they can be almost cooked. At that time, I always ran to the kitchen, waiting for exciting moments. Grandma put the fried green beans and meat on one plate, carefully transferred the meat out and put it on another plate for me, so I carefully put it on the table with it, and then took good chopsticks. Grandma has served the meal, and I'm ready to fight. I can't wait to put the dishes in the bowl, then scoop up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and pour it into the bowl.
I put the rice on it and savored it, and a fragrance spread in my mouth. "It's delicious! This taste is really warm. " I smiled with satisfaction. Grandma smiled kindly and said, "Eat more when it's delicious, and don't choke. Grandma put her mind on this dish, it must be delicious. " Hearing this, a warm current flows through my heart. Then, I took a few bites and thought, I want to remember this taste firmly. This smell makes me feel very warm.
Although I have met my grandmother many times since then, I have never had a chance to eat my grandmother's green beans. Although I have eaten this dish in many home-cooked dishes, it is not as delicious as grandma's, so I have never found the taste again. That kind of smell with warmth.
I don't know why I can't sleep peacefully in the dark if I don't have the company of singing. Sometimes even when I hear some sad songs, many pictures will appear in my mind, and then the more I think about it, the more sad I get. Sometimes I even shed tears unconsciously. Tears lightly graze my cheeks, and I can feel the hot tears.
But I don't know why sad pictures always appear in my mind, which makes me cry even more, and tears flow until I fall asleep. Now we are actually very lonely. We like the night, because the tears at night are not easy to find compared with those during the day. You can cry secretly in your own bed when you are wronged, so you don't understand the darkness of the night during the day. I believe lonely people prefer darkness!
How many people can understand the voice of the lonely in the dark night. Night, let some lonely people continue to cry; At night, some people with a lot of worries can't sleep; In the dark, let some homeless people stay on the street; night ...
Night makes me daydream. The night will not only make me daydream, but also let me learn how to be brave and strong. The night tells me how to read the night and how to face life.
Put your mouth to your ear, breathe hot air, and then cover your mouth and this ear with two small hands like meat pads. Your eyes are full of spirituality, keeping a close eye on the dynamics of people around you, lest a word slip through your fingers and run to others' ears. "It's a secret. Don't tell anyone, okay? " After saying this, the little hand can be put down, and then he looks at his little friend proudly until he makes a solemn promise.
Almost every child has used this way to share his little secrets with his good friends, just as educators say, "Children without secrets will not grow up." We grew up in these little secrets and learned to respect others and keep our promises.
But such a secret is usually short-lived, and it won't take long for it to be forgotten, no longer taken seriously, or simply become a "secret" known all over the world. Just like a rainbow after rain, our mood is that water droplets reflect seven colors of light. When this state of mind disappears, so does the rainbow, and the secret is no longer a "secret".
Some secrets are eternal, just like rainbows from fountains. The fountain keeps dripping, and the rainbow lasts forever.
Secrets become the responsibility of honest people, the gossip of good people, the relief between friends and teeth, and the sadness in the ears of listeners. Secrets are sometimes painful, sometimes sweet, sometimes wonderful, and sometimes tasteless. People who have secrets are plump and deep, but they can't see through but have charm; People who have no secrets are honest and have no talent, but it is meaningless to approach them.
Some people like to tell secrets to their closest relatives, whether they are happy or sad, to relieve their depression. When you tell your friend that you are happy, you will get two happiness, and when you tell your friend that you are suffering, you will get half. So talking to friends and telling the secret will be a relief and a lot easier.
Some people like to keep secrets in their hearts. Although they hide well, they can't hide their eyes with secrets. Such people are like the sea, seemingly peaceful and quiet, but their inner world must be rich and colorful. Just like the deep blue sea, everything is silently packed in the belly.
Secrets are like walls of the soul. If they are tall, they will be self-enclosed. No foundation, but easy to get hurt.
We live in this world and have a lot of helplessness, which is beyond our power. Life is alive, but it is only a few decades. Why not live a happy and free life? No matter who has fewer secrets or more secrets, please treat them as beautiful memories, and don't let these beautiful memories become the shackles of happiness and the burden of pain.
Secret, there is one.
Happy, a little.
At the age of 62, I entered the middle school campus with some naivety and rebellion. My father came with me because I didn't trust me to go to study in a different place by car alone.
When I first entered the campus, I felt that everything was new, new faces, new environment, novel architectural style and beautiful campus greening deeply attracted me. The curved design of the teaching building seems to give a sincere hug to the freshmen. Two rows of tall ginkgo trees on the playground, accompanied by the subtle rhythm of autumn wind and rustling leaves, seem to welcome us.
My father and I went straight through a tree-lined path and came to the dormitory. Because I want to live independently for the first time, I can't do anything, so my father helps me clean the house and tells me how to dress and tidy the quilt in the future. I stood on the balcony, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the new campus, and answered him impatiently. In fact, this time I came out to study, but I was a little disappointed, because I thought I could get rid of my parents' discipline.
Soon, I met a classmate in my roommate and made an appointment to visit the campus together. My father was relieved to see that I had a partner and asked me what else I needed to buy. I thought I was out of ink, so I told him and chatted with my classmates to get familiar with the new campus. My classmates and I got to know about the campus and went to the canteen. At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned my head and saw it was my father. I hurried over. My father's face was covered with bean-sized sweat, and the sweat stayed on his dark cheeks, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, crystal clear. He handed me two bottles of ink and said, "I'm leaving." Take good care of yourself here. " I took the ink and felt a strange sadness in my heart. I know it's time to say goodbye. My father raised his mouth slightly, adjusted my collar, and then turned away. I stood there watching my father's back fade away, and his shadow was slowly elongated by the sunset. My father's back became dim in my vague eyes, and he turned and waved to me. I seemed to see the sad expression on my father's face, so I quickly raised my hand and waved. After saying goodbye to my father, I felt infinite sadness in my heart. That night, I also called my father and fell asleep. In my dream, my father's farewell figure always appears in front of me.
Later, I chatted with my father and realized that the two bottles of ink ... Because my father was a stranger, I took a taxi to the city center to buy them. Speaking of which, I can't help it anymore. My nose is sour and tears are still rolling in my eyes. My father's farewell figure reappeared in front of me and was deeply imprinted in my heart.
In the days to come, whenever I think back to my father's farewell, I can always feel that his father's love is as steady as Mount Tai, and his father's love is as great as gold.
The man walked, walked, and walked on a path full of fog and seemingly endless. He found that with every step, the fog in front of him was lighter.
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The unpredictable sky is boundless, and the beauty lies in its shining transition time, at every moment. It is a white cloud, the sky is blue, the sunset glow reflects the purple meaning of the horizon, and it is a star map unfolded at night arrival. Endless forms and colors, the next moment will be different from the past or the present, just as we will never know all the details that will appear in the next second.
Maybe one day in the future, I will try to break through the fog that blocks the future, even if I leave everything behind, because I want to know what kind of choice I will make for everything in the future. What will I become?
They say that the edge of the sky is chaotic and unexplored, although I don't think so, because people don't all live in the last second. Isn't that the future of the last second, the edge of the last second? Isn't it the same when you can't touch the edge? However, even if I know this, when I really touch the door with a future behind it, I don't have the courage to open it to find the long-awaited secret, because it may be not only luck, but also half misfortune.
Sometimes, I will lie flat on my cot, reach out and look at my five fingertips, imagine the day after that day, dream that that day will be my day, dream of my own world, think about things that I should not think about at my age, and hope that one day, I can plan a day I have never seen before, and then close my eyes and think about those days and things I have experienced. Until one day, I can hold the brightest star I have ever seen in my arms.
On that day, I came to the edge of the sunset glow, welcomed the baptism of the wind with open arms and let it brush my hair, because at that moment, I returned to the past.
Maybe one day, I will break through the layers of fog and find a calm deep water. I walked by and saw it.
In a blink of an eye, it is another golden autumn in October. I remember going to the library with Yang during the National Day holiday last year, but it was only a year ago, just last autumn, how I cried.
Now I know Lin Xiao better and better, but I have never told him that I have gastrointestinal problems. I told him that I just ate something bad last time, and he believed me. He sat in front of me and paid little attention to my situation. I began to resist rubbing my stomach and burped only when he wasn't looking. When I have dinner with him, I just eat those meals that my stomach can't digest at all, and then knead them to help digestion when he is away. Maybe he is not so careful. Another month passed and he didn't notice anything. However, it made my stomach trouble worse. It is swollen every day, sometimes it hurts badly, and the food is difficult to digest. It often takes a bowl of rice all day to digest a small part.
On the eve of Singles' Day, Lin Xiao invited me to have supper. In the western restaurant, candlelight dinner and melodious piano performance, he told me his innermost thoughts. At that time, I finally knew that he had similar feelings, and I was so excited that I almost cried. However, I can't digest those big meals. Besides, I have had a stomachache for several days. I filled my stomach with steak, barbecue, thick soup and salad, trying not to let him see anything. My stomach hurts like a sharp stone, and my clothes are soaked with sweat. When I walked out of the restaurant, I felt more and more pain and discomfort in my stomach. Before long, my stomach swelled and I vomited, and then I lost consciousness in a daze. ......
When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital bed and heard the doctor's reprimand: "She will have a bloated stomach if she eats ordinary meals. How can she eat such greasy food! " I know there is no way to hide Lin Xiao, and my heart is in a gray state. I saw him looking at me with concern while reviewing the doctor. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't know you had stomach trouble. I will take good care of you in the future. " He said seriously. I sighed. I hope he is serious. After all, it's not the first time I've heard such words. The doctor came over and rubbed his palm around my stomach: "I'll rub it for you and you let him learn." Lin Xiaoyi watched and said, and then helped me rub my stomach. My stomach ached and swelled, and he rubbed it for more than half an hour bit by bit. I started to vomit all the time, then I vomited some indigestible food at my bedside, and finally I stopped blocking my stomach.
I didn't hide anything from you in the end.