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As long as I can remember, it was the first time in my life that I received a manuscript fee. Thin turquoise China postal remittance slip, leafing through the water in Qian Shan, was handed to me in admiration and cheers. Finally got the title of "Little Writer".

I didn't study art at that time, and I didn't understand how many white keys were in the piano. I just fell in love with Zheng Zhihua for no reason, a responsible and fearless secular pop singer. I long for myself, too. Even if my legs can't support my whole chest, I can still travel around the world and sing the tragic lyrics of "He said that in the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have a dream".

So, at the age of 15, I bought a light blue-gray cotton guitar with my pocket money. Back on your body, it's like you're already a singer divorced from the secular world, proudly enjoying the admiring eyes and rushing back in the crowd.

Later, my father left early, and I had absolute freedom. I started to let my hair grow crazy, parted from the middle and danced with the wind on the tinkling bicycle. The school clearly stipulates that all boys can't wear strange clothes, so I bought a black canvas shirt with straps and the moon and wandered around the campus all day.

When I got up the courage to walk into the campus with my gray guitar on my back, cheers immediately sounded upstairs. At that time, guitars were not as common as they are now. Many times, I often searched the campus of a small town and didn't see a guitarist.

Those friends who are cold and hot to me on weekdays come to me quickly. Even if they can't hear my singing and clear chords, as long as they can touch this unique guitar, their mood will be bright and clear.

They begged me to go to class after school. I became the focus of attention. In less than an afternoon, it spread all over the campus. In the big classroom at the end of the third floor, there is a gifted scholar who is not only good at writing articles, but also good at playing guitar and singing.

One night, I received a dozen strange letters, all of which were eager to be inseparable friends with me. I sat in the bright moonlight, holding a black pen in my hand, and answered them slowly and happily. It seems that this is the first group of admirers in my life. Because of them, I found the value of life.

The next day, I personally sent them colorful stationery and became good friends with this group of peers who believe in frivolity and vanity.

I started the road of creation. I went to town to buy a lot of envelopes and stamps at the weekend, sat in the warm light and wrote slowly, then copied them on thin stationery and delivered them, waiting for good news.

Inspiring moments are always rare. Often a month or two has passed, and there is still no news from my carefully conceived novels. At the same time, I also have unknown so's confusion about life. Literature and art, which way should we go? I hesitated for many days and nights, and finally chose the road of art.

That night, my mother and I broke out in a vigorous war at home. In her impression, people who study art are very helpless about the college entrance examination. She said that people who are useless in theory will follow literature, and those who are useless in literature will be interested in it. It seems that there is a little fear behind my so-called thoughtful decision. I'm afraid I'll get nothing after writing for several years. If you follow the art, even without the glory of the college entrance examination, life will be different from learning, at least you can rely on music to support your family.

Until then, I still vaguely missed the elusive dream of a wandering singer.

There will be a campus singer contest in this city. Those friends who are extremely enthusiastic about me on weekdays filled in the registration form for me without my permission. On the receipt, the column of being good at musical instruments impressively says, guitar.

I carried touch of green's gray guitar and went to the scene with cheers and surging. Almost all the partners who wrote to me were not there, and they all stood under the stage with their hands raised to cheer me on.

At that moment, for the first time in my life, I felt a huge sense of guilt. In my heart, I couldn't breathe like a firm rock. I stood in a cool background, looking at my hopeful partners, and suddenly realized my helplessness and ignorance.

Nobody cared, so I ran away. Standing on the hillside of Songtao bursts, tears poured down.

When I got home, the city fell into a dark mire. I don't know how to relieve the lingering sadness in my heart. Finally, under a lush locust tree, I smashed the guitar symbolizing glory and dreams.

I think they already know clearly that everything I said is a lie. For example, I can't play the guitar at all. For example, I know nothing about music. Strangely, they still maintain a true friendship with me.

Before graduation, someone quietly wrote to me to apologize, hoping to get my understanding. It turns out that his father is not the kind of boss who travels all the year round. In fact, he is just a poor wage earner. He said this out of vanity and paranoia when he was young. He is afraid that we will look down on him and give him the cold shoulder. Now, parting ways, he finally stated the facts.

At that moment, I was moved, nothing else. This short letter not only untied the scar that has been entangled in my heart for a long time, but also made me understand many pains and helplessness hidden behind my growth.

It turns out that every teenager has had different kinds of lies.

Q:

Can you help me find seven or eight classic articles that bloom all the way? When you're done, you must adopt, hehe

Answer:

Be one of your teeth.

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Her love for him is like a vine-entangled tree in the yard. It lasted for many years.

Everyone knows her love for him. Her efforts have made people around her feel worthless and distressed. She gave him the best youth and the most sincere heart.

He knows her love. But at that time, he was only nineteen years old. Sunshine, tall, full of knowledge. The beauty around you is like a butterfly in a fragrant flower. He wandered among the bright flowers and turned a deaf ear to her mediocre family background and beauty.

He thinks she is just out of love for a while. After a long time, you will naturally return it. He has always wondered why she is always gentle and obedient.

Her love for him lasted until she graduated from college. On the day of parting, everyone was moved by this lasting love. The whole class came forward and begged him, "Go ahead and give her a hug. She loved you for four years, so she has no regrets. "

That was the first time he felt ashamed. He came forward and hugged her. Her bloated waist is far less attractive than those butterflies. Many people thought she would cry, but she didn't. She kept a humble smile all night.

She kept looking at him when she left. At the corner, he called her again. This time, instead of asking for help, he simply thanked him. Because of his "thank you for your love", she stood in the wind and cried for a long time.

He changed his number and she suddenly lost contact with him. Four years of love, like a broken kite, has no direction.

Later a friend told her that he was married. My wife is a rich girl, and she is also a noble family. She knows his background, and he has always longed for a better life. Now, he has achieved it.

In a blink of an eye, she became an unmarried young woman. The family was so anxious that they arranged one blind date after another for her. She will never forget him. Her heart is so small that she can only hold such a person.

A year later, she was moved by another man. His persistence and no regrets suddenly reminded her of many years ago. She knows the pain of loving someone deeply and not getting an answer.

He's broke. The news left a deep scar in her heart. She suddenly became worried. How did he spend this time with nothing?

That's what he is. Whenever he meets an unsolvable problem, he always thinks of her first. But this time, he was really desperate. In the predicament of life, my brother and butterfly disappeared.

She lent him all the savings she had worked so hard to save over the years. He neatly typed the IOU and wrote the word thank you on the back of the IOU. At the moment, he sincerely wanted to hug her, but she dodged. She has a man's flesh in her belly.

He finally felt sorry for the contempt and neglect of that year. Such a good woman was brutally missed by herself.

This is the last sentence he said to her: "In the next life, I hope you can be one of my teeth, so that I can clearly feel the pain in your heart when you are uncomfortable."

Mother's rights

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If I have to look back on my birth, it must be traced back to1April, 986. At the moment, I am lying in my mother's warm body, and I will be born in March.

My mother's family is a very large group, with eight brothers and sisters, but none of them agree to the combination of my mother and my father. The reason is extremely simple. My father is just a poor boy who idles around and has no walls. Therefore, until I reached the age of 10, my parents still didn't have a marriage certificate.

Their brave and firm love has created an unrepeatable free world for me. They never objected to my puppy love, never interfered in my private life, and were forced to go to cram schools of one kind or another. In the eyes of my peers, I will always be a maverick, passionate and elegant teenager. I can say things they never dared to say, and I can do things they never thought of.

Time has to go back to April 1986. My second uncle, of course, is what I call him at present. If he had been more careful, maybe I wouldn't have shouted at all. In order to let his mother marry another rich boy safely, Uncle two deceived his mother to Simao (now Pu 'er) in Yunnan, a hundred miles away, in the name of tourism.

As a result, my mother was forcibly sent to Simao National Hospital. Naive mother thought my brother wanted to take her for prenatal examination to see if I was all right. Essentially, my second uncle just wants to use his private rights to throw me back into another unknown world.

In retrospect, my mother said to me, "When I was pregnant with you, I often dreamed at night, either Tang Priest or the Monkey King. Therefore, I think you will be a smart child, and I will keep you anyway! "

Thank my mother for taking such unreserved care of me before my death. She tried her best, like a kangaroo busy running for her life, putting her son under the skin of her abdomen and running wildly. She left all the surgeons far behind. Several kilometers of road finally saved me today.

Sometimes, I really want to go to Simao to see which hospital my mother was sent to. I think I will have a thrilling shock. Because, it is absolutely no less than a car entering a cliff and then suddenly landing on a branch, which is a matter of life and death.

Of course, I also want to see the distance my mother ran. Without this journey, my mother could not take me away from the clutches of fate and give me a healthy body.

My grandfather finally decided to give up my mother. I think, in addition to anger, he should have a strange feeling. This is what it feels like to be a mother.

But my disaster didn't end there. The day I was born happened in mid-July, which was the rainy season in the south. Mother was tortured by pain and father was penniless. At the moment, it's half past three in the morning.

Father ran in the rain and knocked on the door of an old friend overnight. Finally, he borrowed 30 yuan and sent me and my mother to xuanwei county People's Hospital.

1986 July 17, at five o'clock in the morning, my heartbreaking cry brought tears of joy to my mother.

I often tell my friends that all the twists and turns and disasters in my life began before I died. Therefore, I am not afraid of all setbacks and pains. Before adulthood, I had a mother; When I am an adult, I want to protect my mother.

I dedicated all my birthday time to my mother. Because, this day was originally a day of suffering for her. It is the most basic right that every mother should enjoy to see the fruits of her life's struggle on the most bitter anniversary.

friend

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After graduating from college, he ran around for two months with average grades, but he still couldn't find a job. Finally, I want to go to a brewery in Guangzhou.

According to the company's regulations, every five people are responsible for the running list of an area. However, as he is new here and a stranger, the company specially arranged another person in his area to familiarize him with the process.

The new guy in this area looks a bit silly. No matter what he says, he always laughs, but he can start working. There is no doubt that he is alone on the sixth floor with four or five cases of beer, his face is not red and he is out of breath. Because he is an old employee in the company, surnamed Wang, everyone habitually calls him Lao Wang.

On the first day, Lao Wang took him out for a run, and specially introduced him to several supper bosses who often bought beer. Lao Wang used to work in this area, so he knows many people.

In less than a week, Lao Wang ran down more than a dozen enterprises with him. He asked Lao Wang, "Why do they all like to buy the beer you sell?" Lao Wang smirked, "I'm not sure."

He thought that Lao Wang was deliberately hiding the secret, so his heart suddenly became estranged. When he was paid at the end of the month, his salary was half that of Lao Wang. Many people don't understand that college students are treated differently. Later, I heard from the competent department that there were several lists without Lao Wang's name on them. It's strange that old Wang Ran is with him. How come there is no Lao Wang's name?

Someone told Lao Wang about this situation and told Lao Wang to be vigilant, saying that he would change the company list in disorder. Lao Wang is still smirking

In order to open the market, he reached an agreement with many bosses. He spent five yuan less than his colleagues on the same brand of beer.

This method did make him sell a lot of beer, but it also caused a heated debate with his colleagues. It turns out that those snack stalls were run by another colleague. Now he not only robbed the business, but also cut the price at will and ruined the market. It is estimated that it will be difficult to raise the price of this brand of beer in the future.

On that day, his blood was boiling, but he just felt that he was right. The result was severely beaten by several other colleagues. If Lao Wang doesn't stop fighting, something will happen at some point.

After the injury, he went out alone for half a month and finally accepted a bill. A university in the north of the city held a graduation celebration and ordered more than 100 cases of beer at one time.

He was ecstatic to transfer the goods from the warehouse to the north of the city. The party was held in the studio on the eighth floor. He and the driver stood downstairs, completely dumbfounded.

I have no choice but to move by force. On the third floor, the floor was so slippery that he even rolled down the beer. Crispy beer was instantly scattered on the ground and turned into a pile of inflated bubbles.

The driver said, no way, please ask your colleague to come and move. He thought about it and could only call Lao Wang. A few minutes later, Lao Wang came riding an electric car. Without saying anything, he was helped to the car to rest, and the remaining 60 cases of beer were rubbed to the eighth floor by himself.

When signing the bill, I wrote Lao Wang's name, and then gave it to Lao Wang to help him hand it over to the company.

Pay at the end of the month, although he asked for a week's sick leave, but the salary is still dozens more than Lao Wang. He went to the company's finance department to look at the list, and immediately he was dumbfounded. On the bill handed to Lao Wang that day, Lao Wang's name was clearly written. Why is it missing?

Lao Wang said with a cheeky smile, "We are all friends. It's just a little effort. Don't be too polite. "

Sorry, transparent sadness

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At the age of eighteen, I suddenly decided to talk about a vigorous love, leading a girl to walk on the road openly; When I was eighteen, I suddenly wanted to wear a long hair shawl, form a band with a few like-minded friends, and sing day and night in the city. When I was eighteen years old, I wanted to go hiking with a brown cotton guitar and wander alone in a strange city thousands of miles away.

Eighteen years old, like a jumping cicada, lurks in my mind and makes me nervous.

In the spring of eighteen years, I woke up from this dream and still had to rush back to the campus with the biting morning breeze to meet the preparations for the last six months.

After receiving her letter, the cold wave in this city has receded. I just talked to her. I've never met her.

When I was eighteen, I wrote back for the first time and got up the courage to post a most satisfactory photo on the back. The teenager in the photo has clear eyes and his clothes are fluttering.

I started waiting for a year. Sometimes, I really have an impulse to let go of all scruples, get on the south train and go to her small town to see if there are really red leaves, green slates and running water in the letter.

I go to the mail room almost every day to help sort out the letters. My classmates say that I am selfless, and at this critical moment, I can still make time to arrange things for them. Actually, I'm just waiting in silence. I hope to receive her letter as soon as possible and see if she looks as I think.

There are no photos in her letter. I said in the reply envelope that I would meet you in your town in June.

At the end of spring, I received her reply again, including the station name of the small town, the trains I have been to and the detailed home address. I started studying in the dark, just for this near tacit understanding.

The countdown to the college entrance examination has been hung on the blackboard. It is unchangeable, not only a moment to change fate, but also an unrepeatable promise. June is like a ray of sunshine in the dark, which makes me feel completely warm.

Before the exam, I bought a ticket to the south. On the ticket, there is a string of irrelevant numbers, just like a row of passwords that no one can unlock, which firmly locks the secret of my 18 year old.

I made a long distance call to her in the waiting room. I said, in order to recognize each other at the first time, we should wear the same color clothes and take the same books. She said yes. That day, I wore a white shirt and she wore a skirt full of pears. Let's meet at the Town Station on 14: 25 in the afternoon, each with a copy of Xi Murong's Transparent Sorrow.

I fell asleep in the bumpy carriage. When I woke up, I was still lying in the spacious carriage. 14: 40, I have passed her and the appointed town. At this moment, we are 905 seconds apart on the watch.

In order to get back to her town, I got on a short-distance bus at the next exit. On the way, I have been afraid to close my eyes. I think she must have left, with transparent sadness.

When I arrived at Cheng Xiao Station, it was already 17: 20 in the afternoon. The evening breeze was a little cool, so I approved a black coat and looked around. In the pocket of my coat, there is a book called Transparent Sorrow.

She left after all. I sat on the flower bed outside the platform with great guilt, waiting for the return train. In the distance, there is a strange girl standing under a crooked willow with a very familiar book in her arms. I saw her skirt covered with dazzling pears.

I didn't call her. Although I regretted it on the return train afterwards, I didn't call her at that time. Her bloated figure and ear-high short hair make a 18-year-old boy who sleeps with a pillow dream lose.

I never have the courage to write to her again. And she, also can't find any news of me.

For many days afterwards, I always felt depressed. Maybe at that time, I should walk up slowly, hand her the book in my pocket, hug her gently, and thank her for giving me infinite motivation and good memories invisibly. In this way, even if I don't like her and don't contact her in the future, she doesn't have to stand in the appointed place and wait hard.

At the age of eighteen, none of my original dreams came true. But I never regret it, and I am not at a loss for no reason. Because I know that it is these distant dreams and unrealistic fantasies that enrich my eighteen years old.

At least in my lost youth, I had a short trip and had a hasty meeting with that strange and trustworthy girl.

How bright the moonlight is at home!

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After ten years away from home, I still have a strange feeling about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the city is noisy, belonging to bright fireworks and sweet moon cakes. They can't help themselves all day. They are not as busy as the residents of a small town. They sit in the yard in groups of three and five, enjoying tea and enjoying the moon.

The main exit of the supermarket is full of dazzling moon cakes. Pineapple, five kernels, crispy, egg yolk, piled up like mountains, countless. A woman who is good at budgeting, squeezed in the tide of moon cakes, chose from left to right, and finally came home with big bags and left with a smile.

In this bustling city, I have never seen red cakes in my hometown. The round cake wrapped in white paper is mainly made of buckwheat and mung bean, which exudes pastoral fragrance. Thin and solid inside, sweet but not greasy, crisp but not scattered.

This kind of round cake never pursues the beauty and exquisiteness of appearance, and all its essence is in its mediocre body. It's as big as a jade plate, but it's hard to hold with both hands. Mother always carefully separated it and put it in the yard to set it off against the bright moon.

There is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival in this city. They are used to being surrounded by colorful KTV, sitting around commercial houses that don't know who their neighbors are, and entrusting such a wonderful time to all modern electronic products. They shouted wildly with microphones passing around, sneered at the dazzling screen, or opened their eyes wide and clacked the black mouse and keyboard.

High-rise buildings blocked their view. The brilliant lighthouse on the top floor hides the brilliance of the moon. The road is still blocked by noisy cars.

None of the compositions handed in by students is a fragment of enjoying the moon. Children in the city always seem to live a life of 3.1 points. Before adulthood, their youth and years are nailed between school, family and training class. As an adult, everything is transferred to the structure of companies, children and stock exchanges.

Their memories are the same as my ten years of city life. There are no stars, no dawn and no quiet moonlight. We put everything into the busy reality and ruthless life. What is the time of life? Is it an eight-hour shift every day? Is it a never-ending trifle? Or an alarm clock that urges people to rush to the early subway and early bus?

This is the first time I have moved the dining table to the roof. The wet wind was blowing vaguely from behind, hiding in the thick weeds. I look up at the starry sky, but I can never find the moonlight in my hometown.

The moonlight in my hometown, I remember my mother's dexterous hands and the fragrance of buckwheat.

The secrets of the sea and fish

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On March 8, 2003, the sun set in spring.

You don't know that my classmates are avoiding me. You have no idea how serious my autistic complex is, and you have no idea how annoying my temper is. Of course, I forgive your recklessness and cleverness. Because you don't know this, just as I don't know how many cities in the world are raining every day.

You sit next to me and start eating your breakfast. You held up the bitten pancake fruit and asked me, did you have breakfast? Huh? Do you want a bite?

I shook my head to answer your question. You said I was cool, and my profile looks a bit like Takeshi Kaneshiro. I still ignored you, because at that time my autism had reached the point where it was hard to say.

It turns out that you, like me, are also a bad student who doesn't like studying. In the first foreign language class after transfer, you are like an elegant magician, taking out a wide-screen psp game machine from your narrow trouser pocket.

You pointed to the English on the game machine and asked me, do you know what brand this is? I shook my head. You said dumbfounded, really? Really don't know? Look carefully, s, o, n, y, you don't know this?

This time, I even omitted shaking my head and stared at the blackboard with a straight face. As a result, because I didn't know this English in 2 1 century, you gave me a particularly historic nickname, Yuanmou Man.

I know that the age when Yuanmou grew up was 1.7 million years ago.

Later, someone told you that I had severe autism. Not only are you not timid, but you often let me talk intentionally or unintentionally. I never told you that my nose works well. If you don't believe me, I can tell you that I can smell your lipstick when I sit still in my seat in the morning.

Finally, one day, on a whim, I told you the first sentence of my senior three career. I scold you not to wear strawberry lipstick every day, okay? Do you only have a lipstick?

As a result, you had a big fight with the four-eyed frog in the front row because of my words. The reason is that you sprayed a bite of pancake fruit on his head. What's more, you don't know his motto is "You can break your head, but you can't mess up your hair". Blood can flow, but shoes cannot be oiled. "Well, he pretended to be sorry and touched his hair.

Finally, you shouted, wow, you have a big scar on your head, and there is no long hair there!

The students in the class laughed at you. Of course, I also smiled. It was my first smile when I was seventeen.

In June 2003, 2 1 was everywhere.

In the final exam, you won the first place in your class. Standing on the podium, you suddenly made me feel extremely tall. Although your height is only 1.6 meters, since then, your glorious image in my heart has definitely exceeded 1.8 meters.

I didn't know your name was Qin Rainy Day until that day.

After stepping down, you have been stinking at me, Yuanmou, sister, how am I? I got the first place in your class as soon as I came. You know, when I went to Liangshan with a bunch of brothers, Song Jiangdu didn't climb as fast as I do now!

During the summer vacation, I lay alone in the dormitory watching TV. I don't know where you got your number. You called to ask me, Yuanmou, come out, everyone is waiting for you!

I went. Although I have autism, I don't like to spoil everyone's fun. Now that you have called me, I'm still a little happy to remember that there is someone like me in my class.

Turns out I only saw you. You don't have to ask me to explain this to me: I used to call everyone, and everyone is me, and I am everyone.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It was the first time in my life that I went shopping alone with a classmate of the opposite sex.

You talk too little to me. You have to find a way to change it.

You pressed several numbers on the roadside public phone and handed me the phone. No sooner had I put the receiver to my ear than someone asked me seriously, do you need any help?

I said no, he then asked, what can I do for you? I went on to say no

After a while, he took a deep breath and made a series of criticisms against me, accusing me of obstructing judicial justice. I argued with him angrily for a long time and kept repeating that I didn't make the call. It took me a long time to realize that instead of calling any good friends or moving companies, you called 1 10 to call the police.

I was afraid that others would find out where I was and ran desperately into the crowd. You've been yelling at me behind my back, Yuanmou, and I fell down! Yuanmou, I fell! Actually, you are right. You just want me to stop and look back at you.

Do you know that the Qin Dynasty was rainy? I haven't said so much since I was fifteen.

At the end of the Chinese class in the new semester, the teacher assigned homework and asked the new professor to copy the ancient Chinese five times.

I lay under the desk lamp and slept until midnight, only to find that my homework had not started. So sleepy, holding a pen and doodling.

When I received the exercise books distributed, you were talking to me about Jianghu friendship. I said, you like handout spirit so much, then you should do my business well first!

When you open your exercise book, you suddenly become speechless. The Chinese teacher used a bright red pen to annotate two inspirational words at the end: redo.

I'm so happy that I finally found a bargain. Unexpectedly, the next day, I was called to the grade office. Just when I was wondering, the class teacher threw my exercise book over.

It turns out that you added two words firmly and abnormally under the word redo in the Chinese teacher's notes-don't do it.