That year
The fiery red maple leaves rub together intimately, whispering and singing softly. Occasionally, some naughty people dance ballet in the air by the cool breeze and fall gracefully.
We sat in the long corridor and talked about everything. "I hope our high school can also be in the same class in the same school!" Lou suddenly cocked his head and said. "That's all one!" "Not necessarily a class!" "So ... then go to the Pearl Class of No.1 Middle School!" "Pearl class? All right! Pearls seem to be ... yes, there seems to be only one! So we can always be together! " We looked at each other, and a sense of happiness welled up in our hearts. At that time, we were still very simple and didn't know the difficulty and weight of going to the Pearl Class in No.1 Middle School, so we dared to make such a heavy commitment with our mouths.
We didn't think so then. A warm autumn wind blows all over the body, blowing colorful maple leaves, and we are very happy to be together forever.
at present
It's still this long corridor, but I'm the only one left.
I walked aimlessly on the promenade. "With your current grades, you can't get into No.1 Middle School." Dad's dull voice rang in my mind again. "No.1 Middle School Pearl Class?" This term is unfamiliar and familiar, and seems out of reach. My eyes were a little dizzy, so I sat down in the chair. A breeze blew gently, whispering something in my ear, lingering in my temples, unwilling to leave. "Then let's all go to the Pearl Class of No.1 Middle School!" A silvery voice faintly reached my ears and touched my nerves-Lou! Our promise! I'm numb all over. The front is still the maple tree of last year. Maple leaves crowded together warmly and danced with the wind.
I seem to see two girls sitting in a long corridor chatting, and they are excitedly discussing which high school to take. The fighting spirit fills my heart again! We-we can do it.
The wind is blowing.
Another year, "the breeze blows catkins, and the new fire makes the stove smoke", and Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again. Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the traditional 24 solar terms in China. I like this warm festival full of spring.
There is a saying in "Questions at the Age of 100": "Everything grows clean and bright at this time, so it is called Qingming." During the Qingming Festival, everything germinates and flourishes. The outer suburbs are close to the wild, and the birds can't hide the Yan language. The willows on the bank are the fragrance of peaches and plums that can't be smelled. Under the careful arrangement of my parents, I just started school and went out for an outing with a relaxed mood. Chuanmei University Town on the south bank, Yangguangdao, Ma Xie Town in Beibei, Nanchuan Grand View Garden and Jiangjin Golden Huang Zhuang have left our footprints everywhere. We are wandering in the ocean of ten miles of brilliant cherry blossoms, wandering in the golden ribbon-like rape fields, enjoying the warmth and breath of spring. This vibrant Tomb-Sweeping Day has made me realize the growth of all things. We should play and feel in the beautiful spring, which has ignited my passion and vitality in the new semester.
During Tomb-Sweeping Day, besides the traditional customs close to nature, such as climbing mountains, inserting willows and flying kites, there was a solemn ceremony to worship ancestors and sweep graves. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Grandpa will take our family to the cemetery to pay homage to our ancestors. In front of the silent tombstone, my grandparents took my father, mother and I solemnly bowed and prayed for the safety and health of our family. A cup of turbid wine, half a stack of paper money and three incense sticks are entrusted with our family's infinite nostalgia and grief for our ancestors. Whenever this time, I always clearly feel the inheritance of my family in ignorance, and my love for my parents and grandparents is getting stronger and deeper unconsciously.
It is another year of Qingming, and happy memories are intertwined.
It's the summer of March again, and I suddenly miss the time of the first day. Under the big tree next to the teaching building, people are enjoying the cool in twos and threes, sitting cross-legged on the hot earth baked by the sun. From time to time, there was joking laughter, cicadas singing on the trees on the playground, accompanied by dazzling sunshine, and the teenagers under the trees formed a beautiful picture. I can't get it out of my mind.
At that time, we were discussing the future, entangled in the troubles at that time, talked about dreams, immersed in them, full of curiosity, but passionate.
After the senior high school entrance examination, we all experienced the first small parting in our lives. It is happy, ending three years of hard work; Is excited, ushered in their first small growth; I don't want to say goodbye to those students who live together day and night; What impresses me most now is the front desk that I haven't contacted since the exam.
The front desk has become synonymous with him, and I seldom call him by his real name. Always biting a front table, but also comfortable in front of the "front table" of various adjectives, never tired. He also reluctantly accepted his name, which changed every day. I like to poke a pen behind the front desk. As soon as he turns around, I look innocent and pretend that nothing happened, or ask many teachers many math problems. He has long been used to me disturbing him like this every day, but you will still teach every question patiently.
Junior high school likes physiology class best. There are always some interesting experiments in class. I've been with the front desk. I'm responsible for unpacking things. It doesn't help at all. When they finished the experiment together, the teenager's face was filled with joy.
Maybe I heard you hum Eason Chan during the break; Maybe you show confidence when explaining math problems; Perhaps it is a casual look at the first sight; At this point, it is three years of front and back table companionship.
I haven't heard from you since the exam, and I haven't the courage to ask your contact information. I just think of you occasionally in the new environment.
It's another midsummer, so I know that no matter what, everyone I want to see can see it, so I'm not afraid of separation, and I look forward to meeting you again.
Another year. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." I was cooled by the sadness from Tomb-Sweeping Day.
"Yang Yang, let's go to grandma's grave, so you have to stay in the car for a while, okay?" Dad said while packing.
"hmm!" I nodded.
"Wen Er, let's go!" Grandma said to her mother with a wicker basket.
I got on the bus with my mother, father, grandmother and grandfather.
The car drove to a steep hillside, where almost all the dry wild soil and many yellow weeds stood on a tombstone.
My parents got out of the car and I sat in the car and looked out of the window.
Grandma knelt down first, then brought a plate of sauced meat and a plate of green balls and put them in front of the monument. She bowed her head and said, "Mom, we have brought you food." Say that finish, stood up slowly, walked to one side, and silently shed two drops of silver tears on his face. The wind roared, as if to solidify grandma's tears.
Grandpa also stepped forward, holding a glass in his hand, revealing a bitter smile, as if the smile was squeezed out of sadness. He frowned and pursed his lips. "Mom, I am here, too. Don't you like plum wine best? I haven't drunk for a year! I brought you a bottle to try, if ... "Grandpa trembled, wiped his face and walked away.
I sat in the car, and my heart seemed to be cooled by the sadness from Qingming.
Mom and dad also knocked three times, and their eyes seemed to shine.
Everyone got in the car and went back.
"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The sadness of Qingming makes me feel cold all over. ...
In May of this March, two pomelo trees in the yard are in bloom again.
I don't remember when it was already in our house. It's been there as long as I can remember.
The grapefruit festival is very good and beautiful. I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival in August the year before last, and we had a good time. The sweet and sour taste makes my mouth water again.
But I like its flowers better than its fruit.
From a distance, it is a cluster hanging on the treetops, and from a close look, it is a distinct flower.
Grapefruit flower. At first glance, it looks like a baby's skin, flawless and not polluted at all. With a faint fragrance, it leads you into another dream, which is your first feeling when you see it.
The grapefruit petals in memory should be a little hard. Maybe your imagination is gentle and balanced, but it won't make you feel contradictory.
When you feel it carefully, you can feel the uneven lines on the petals. But smooth. It feels like a mother's hand, tough and feminine. Soft is hard, hard is soft.
To borrow Mr. Guo Moruo's words, one more point is too hard and one less point is too soft.
The fragrance of grapefruit flowers is also very pure, and I have heard grandma's compliments several times. It is an earthy hue, just like a flower, pure and simple.
I often think of those after-dinner teas and wave cattail leaf fans in the courtyard. Scenes of faint flowers floating around.
Grapefruit flowers are always like a magical breeze, which can filter out all impurities and take away those unpleasant things, leaving only those clean and pure things.
Another year of grapefruit fragrance. In my mind, it is not just a flower, or just a flower fragrance. It is also a kind of home and a characteristic of home.
No matter how many hardships you go through outside, how many storms, and how tired you are physically and mentally.
As long as I smell the exclusive flowers in the corner of the concrete wall on my way home, I feel very comforted. It seems that if you take another step, you can see your mother waiting for you at the intersection to go home, so that all the wind and frost on you will disappear.
Only warmth.
It's December in southern China, just like winter and autumn. Every day in the last month of a year may be the last autumn of a year or the first winter of a year. I like this season, especially the yellow leaves.
In the morning, through the transparent mist as light as fur, Chu Yang absently opened his eyes. The morning breeze is blowing gently, and the yellow leaves are fluttering. At the beginning of the castle peak, yellow leaves fly halfway across the river. Because of the yellow leaves, there are moving pictures everywhere, and every piece is a silent poem. On the path, the fallen leaves danced with the wind, picked up a piece and threw it into the air, falling gracefully. Overhead, the autumn leaves full of trees bloom in the most magnificent colors of this season. Yan Huang growing up in the sunshine. The wind started again, and the yellow leaves rustled. Is it the relentless urging of autumn wind? Or is the yellow leaf saying goodbye to the branch that gave birth to him and raised him? Drop one or two pieces from time to time, with reluctance and attachment, want to go and want to stay. Eventually, it will fall, turn into dust and soil, and nourish the new leaves in the coming year.
At dusk, the fog in the evening rises again, still thin. The sunset cocked its head and left lazily. The evening breeze accompanied by the evening dew moistened the yellow leaves, like parting tears. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the late birds are huddled in the branches, seeking the last shelter in the yellow leaves. "I don't know where to listen to Qingyan, and the mountain birds are in the yellow leaves at night."
This season is very suitable for going out to see and feel the picturesque yellow leaves all over the mountains. Who dances painters and draws yellow leaves? Sailing in the stream, the breeze is Xu Lai, the sky is blue and the water is blue, and both sides are yellow. From time to time, a few yellow leaves fall like dancing butterflies. At this time, I always want to take out my brush, put some gamboge, add some cyan and splash ink on this natural canvas. I always want to keep this beautiful scenery in my heart, and I always want to melt myself into this beautiful painting. "Where is the boat going? I live in the yellow leaves in the south of the Yangtze River. "
The beauty of yellow leaves lies in its gorgeous turn after a season of green dedication. It is the last bloom after turning around.
The beauty of yellow leaves lies in its short-lived beauty, like a butterfly breaking its cocoon and shedding its feathers. It is graceful and elegant when falling.
The beauty of yellow leaves lies in their sadness when they leave the branches. Is that it turned into spring mud.
Another year, the yellow leaves fall, and the yellow leaves fall and fall. . .
Another year. When the autumn wind with a little coolness lifts my warm curtains again and again, I know that autumn is just around the corner.
The autumn of last year stained my eyes with sadness. Just like the gray days of this season, it is monotonous and tasteless. With the footsteps of autumn, the autumn wind passes through the city unscrupulously until it is cool to everyone's palm. Shortly thereafter, the cold winter came.
My grandmother, who I am most concerned about, left in such a season, such a lonely season with fallen leaves all over the ground.
I still remember the autumn wind that seemed to be like this that year. My grandmother said she would take me to climb the mountain like a 20-year-old boy. I was surprised at her good interest. On second thought, Chongyang is here, and it's not bad to spend time with the elderly.
I know grandma has always been lonely, grandpa died young, leaving her to be a rural woman at home, and we younger generations also suffer from the lack of time to visit her. Now this National Day holiday, grandma came all the way by train, and I can't bear to be sorry for her.
Grandma was even more happy to see my generous' promise' and prepared the materials early. She got up early that day just to make some delicious lunch to fill her stomach on the way. This is what I accidentally saw when I got up at night. That busy back is heavily engraved in my heart, and I still remember that touch until now.
The process of climbing the mountain is more or less forgotten, but I can't forget the proud expression when my grandmother and I climbed to the top. I still remember grandma calmly looking at the distance and saying, "Girl, what mountain do you look like?" Who are the people who want to climb up? "
How did I understand this sentence when I was a child? It's just that after many years, now I understand. Grandma told me never to give up!
Another autumn wind, after many spring and autumn, finally understood the autumn season. If it weren't for autumn, fruitful fruits would die in winter. My dear grandma, are you all right? composition
It is the eighth winter of the solstice, and I saw you again in the cold wind and rain.
As usual, you are squatting on an electric car in the carport, but you look thinner because of the rain. At this point, you are licking your wet hair with your tongue, and when you find me, you stare at me with those big round eyes. We looked at each other for less than five seconds, and our eyes crossed. I put down the food, and you tried to jump out of the car and come over carefully. Mother motioned me to go away so that you could enjoy your dinner safely.
Upstairs, I began to think again:
If I can love you, I will take you home immediately, give you a hot bath, and then fluffy your wet hair again with my mother's hair dryer. Then take out the pink cushions that have already been prepared as your bed. Oh! I've thought about how comfortable you are lying on it countless times, and now it's finally come true. After you have a rest, I will also serve your favorite dried fish and let you have a full meal. Finally, I held you, you leaned against me, and we were in a daze on the sofa, watching the rain outside the window.
Every day after that, we can be together like this. I go to school during the day, and you wait for me at home. Of course, there may be some small accidents, such as the toilet paper spilled all over the floor inexplicably, there are several plum blossom seals on dad's beloved book, and the meat carefully planted by mom actually jumped off the shelf. In the evening, when I get home, we will be punished together. You have no fish to dry, and I will clean up the mess silently. But I will still hold you tightly and tell you that I still love you while saying that you are a bad guy.
But not now. Allergy can't be touched. I want to stay away from small animals like you and even plush toys that my friends like. Every time I see you need love, I want to hold you in my arms and put my cheek on your soft body, so that you can feel the long-awaited love.
It doesn't matter. The doctor also said that I will be stronger as I get older. On that day, it won't be if, then I can love you well.
It's Class 9 again, and I overheard the students talking about the enrollment of 16. I suddenly found that it has been almost a year since I met my teacher.
I was deeply moved by this. Time flies. Although the first period of junior high school is a thing of the past, it is a unique and meaningful golden period in my life.
Shida! When I was in primary school, I was a wonderful existence in my heart. At first, I chose to leave my long-lived home and come to Beijing, a strange city. When I walked into the registration office and looked at the paintings and calligraphy in the room, I was immediately impressed by the unique charm of Shida University. When my mother communicated with the teacher, I looked at Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" on the back of the calendar and couldn't help but want to recite it. That's right! Normal University, you can study anytime and anywhere. Looking at a picture hanging on the wall, the school sisters in blue school uniforms read books together. The trees are shady and fragrant under them. This is Shida! I've made up my mind that I can't go without a teacher!
On the day of the exam, the school gate was jammed, and I managed to squeeze into the crowd. The crowd moved slowly. When I looked back at my parents, their bright smiles were my eternal motivation. The crowded teaching building, spacious hall, snow-white walls, rich scholarly atmosphere and simple and mellow fragrance of Normal University conquered me again. At the moment I wrote my name at the beginning of the volume, my dream blossomed into the most beautiful flower.
Maybe it's nothing, but for me, it's the purest dream of an inexperienced little girl! Aren't those years when you struggled for your little dreams the most beautiful? Now, at this time of the year, children who walk into the campus of Normal University make their dreams bloom the most beautiful flowers through their own efforts. This is the season of flowering, and it must be an indelible day in everyone's heart, a flower that never fades.
Another year 10. Our school is decorated! I have been decorating all summer. I wonder what he looks like. I found it when I passed by the school gate this morning. There's a sea of people there. It's too crowded. It turns out that my brothers and sisters in Grade One of Senior High School are going to register again. Many people come to sign up at this time of year, and parents are anxious to sign up quickly.
Now that I look around, I can vaguely see what the school looks like. It's different from the original, and our door is brand-new. It used to be a hedge, but now it has become a black hedge. It feels so imposing! If you look carefully, you will find our school mascot in it. She/he is an inflatable baby standing on both sides of the gate. Welcome them to sign up.
Newly registered brothers and sisters, you will be very happy and excited as soon as you enter school. The teachers in the school are very harmonious and friendly. They will teach you to learn in many vivid ways and let you learn more.
In the classroom and on the playground, you will also meet many good friends. There are many colorful grasses in it, which will protect your eyes.
After the second class, the most important thing is to have a big break in our school. There are sweet music, smiling students and cheerful PE teachers to teach you all kinds of movements. This exercise will help you to be healthy and relaxed. You have been sitting in the classroom for two classes. Everyone must be very tired.
Our school is harmonious, and our school is also very loving. Everyone will help each other. I hear laughter at school, and there will be sweet music in the morning. Welcome a new day and new classmates.
Another year 1 1 "firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of families always change new peaches for old ones every day. " The old year quietly left, the spring breeze warmed up, the sun rose, everyone set off firecrackers, drank Tu Su wine, and was busy taking off the old peach symbol on the door and replacing it with a new peach symbol with a goalkeeper. This makes people busy "bad", the so-called "children love to take a nap, adults are in a mess." This sentence is absolutely correct.
In the new year, there is almost no change, continue to study, work and live ... but in the new year, everything seems to have changed. From the Year of the Rooster to the Year of the Dog, what year of the Rooster is auspicious, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, stand out from the crowd and so on. It has been changed to the Year of the Dog, the dog's tail continues to mink, chickens fly and dogs jump, dogs climb over the wall and dogs chase ducks-croak. The year of the dog is a new atmosphere, and all good luck is happening. But I heard that the Year of the Dog is not a lucky New Year. People who belong to "dogs" must wear red clothes and trousers ... It is said that there will be good luck in the New Year. But I think it seems a little mysterious!
Another year, people are happy, children are running around with lanterns, but this makes adults absent-minded The new year is a day of universal celebration. Spring is full of vitality, prosperity, colorful and refreshing. The Spring Festival is a festive day, with the natural beauty of "winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, boundless scene for a new time"; The beauty of "thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the wind of national wine flags in water towns and mountains"; The heroic beauty of "Wan Li Yellow River sand nine songs, waves sweeping the wind and raising the horizon" and the beauty of spring scenery of "butterflies dancing and singing freely" are all possessed in a New Year.
This kind of New Year makes every child one year older and the elderly one year older, which makes the elderly face the dilemma of death, while the children are very happy. If time can stay, I would like to stay at this moment forever, so that the children will be happy forever and the old people will leave beautiful memories.
It's a new year, which makes me very happy!
It's the beginning of 12 10 again, and the long-awaited club recruitment of senior one and senior two students has finally arrived. The autumn wind is getting colder, but it has not reduced the enthusiasm of the students at all.
This recruitment starts from 9- 10, 10 at 5:30-6:30 pm. The activity not only followed the tradition, but also set up the "booth" position of various societies on the second floor of the Central Garden Corridor, and there was creative publicity that integrated the housekeeping skills of major societies. The scene was crowded with people. Performance clubs such as Xinxian Music Club, My Style Club and Sky Street Dance Club are recruiting new live performances, attracting many senior one students to watch. The propaganda offensive of popular organizations such as animation club and Olympic drama club is also getting higher and higher, and posters and costumes are full of tours. The voice of campus radio station sends a good voice to be the host, and the voice of "notice" resounds through the garden corridor; Organizations without performances are not to be outdone, and they show the achievements of community activities to attract new students. Exquisitely arranged magazines, colorful posters of student columns, and dazzling video works of Gu Rong Literature Society were all exhibited together, and many students stopped to enjoy them. On-the-spot calligraphy of the Confucius Institute of Chinese Studies and the on-the-spot small-scale production of the new branch exchange bring together the talents and wisdom of senior two students, and also vividly show the characteristics of the community. Senior one students are also very enthusiastic, although they are a little timid and nervous under the promotion of their seniors and sisters, they are still very excited. The shouts at the scene are endless. There are people standing in front of the stalls in every community. Everyone is enthusiastically promoting their community. Many senior one students are walking around with a stack of beautiful registration forms in their hands.
It was getting late, and the students reluctantly dispersed. In Liu Gao, a campus that advocates "sound personality and independent development", we not only concentrate on our studies in class, but also exercise our abilities in clubs. While improving their comprehensive quality, they also add several beautiful scenery to their study and life. This year's recruitment activity is over and many new students have joined us. I believe the clubs in Liu Gao will get better and better!
Another year, 13, slight breeze, wrinkled, full of thoughts; The wind roared, stirring a cavity of pride, familiar smell floating in the wind, voice calling in the wind. This autumn wind, crisp and cool, blew off many leaves, and the leaves seemed to want to go far, slowly and quietly falling under the tree. Those leaves that haven't fallen quietly rustle, evoking ancient memories. ...
I remember this time last year, I was still in primary school. In the evening, my friends and I came to this familiar place and had a good time. We breathe the unique refreshing breath of autumn, let every cell in our body relax, fly among the fallen leaves, crush every fallen leaf and have fun. Until the night, we lay among the fallen leaves, looking at the beautiful Milky Way, reaching out as if we could touch the starry sky, and suddenly felt that there was no such person as me in the world.
I was still in primary school last year, and I really don't want to graduate and go to middle school. I cherish every minute. Today, I just want to see the faces of my classmates, listen to the voices of my teachers, and have a good look at my former campus. Every path, every corner, is telling our story and our youth.
In the former playground, it seems that you can see playing and running together. Want to join again. Suddenly, all this turned to dust with time and went with the wind.
I came to a corner outside the school, where we had a "dinner". At that time, the fragrance was deeply remembered in my mind, and then I ate a spicy strip. At that time, it was not delicious, only lonely.
It's another year when the wind blows ...
Another year 14 another year!
How time flies! 20xx is coming! I was still laughing yesterday, but I didn't know I was one year older. Facing my aging grandparents, I have an unspeakable taste in my heart.
Children, we hope it all depends on you! In a simple sentence, many dreams of grandma are condensed! I didn't expect you to study well! I have been looking forward to having a college student and a child at home to help my grandparents realize their dreams. Don't worry, I will study hard. When I am admitted to the university and take my grandparents to Beijing, I will definitely go back to Tsinghua! Grandparents, I'm not just dreaming for you, I'm also dreaming my parents' dream, my own dream! Harmonious laughter filled grandma's little room.
Good baby! How fast! I am an aunt!
The joy of facing (can be said to be my next generation) can not help but be reflected in my brow. China New Year is coming, and all the families are reunited. When I realized that I was not a child, my heart was very contradictory! It is obviously unnecessary to worry about whether you will fall out of favor or be ignored by your family, because wherever you go, we are family members who love each other!
Another year, an important year! The entrance examination is coming, which is my first pen in the sky in the future. I don't know if this move is strong or weak, but it is a success and a failure! But I hope everything is all right!
Another year, I don't know what kind of year it is.
Another year, 15. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians want to break their souls. This poem can describe today, because today is a day for us to remember the past, Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It was raining in Mao Mao this morning, and my parents and I took the early bus back to our hometown. Because I got up too early in the morning, I fell asleep in the car. After arriving at the station, we got off the bus and came to the door of our hometown to find that we were the first to arrive. Dad removed the chair from the table and said, let's do it for a while. I nodded. My parents were busy. My father took out a kettle with hot water and sugar to make syrup. When my mother was cooking Tomb-Sweeping Day's green jiaozi in the kitchen, I was the only one sitting in a chair drinking the milk I brought before going out.
After an hour, someone finally came, that is, my uncle and aunt. Father gave them two glasses of sugar water, and my uncle just said thank you. Dad put the teacup in the basin, washed it, took it out and poured sugar water, and continued to wait for the arrival of his family. Then more and more people came and everyone came for a long time. The aunt in the kitchen brought out plates of green balls and white chrysanthemums. I don't know what that means. Dad said he brought these things to our dead family. I nodded to show that I understood.
Suddenly everyone stood up and dad said he was leaving. Hearing this, I also stood up and picked up the green group and the white chrysanthemum and followed everyone. When I came to the cemetery, the first thing I saw was grandpa's tombstone. I squatted down and stroked the blurred photo. I put down the green ball and the white chrysanthemum, ran to get a glass of water and poured it on the tombstone. I said to myself, Grandpa, I'm here. How are you?
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship ancestors. Did you all go to worship your ancestors?