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I'm late for closing the school gate in five minutes. I forgot to get dressed. I wiped my face with my right hand and threw away the towel. I grabbed my schoolbag with my left hand and ran outside the school gate. Fortunately, my family lives on the first floor. My father is a demobilized military cadre. He used to be a teacher or something. After returning to his hometown, he worked in the traffic police department. In order to study, I specially bought a school district house which is five minutes' walk from the school and brought a modest yard.

? "Yingying, why are you wearing pajamas to school?"

This is my little friend or a man's best friend. His name is Yuan Xuefeng. She is not tall. She was almost as tall as my girl when she was a freshman, and even shorter when she was a child. She is often beaten on the ground by me. I sometimes joke that he should not be called by this name, but a basin or plain should be more suitable for him. But after all, I am old. In order to take care of his face and not embarrass my dad too much, I'll call him Mariko.

I asked him, why are you here? It will be very late.

He said I'll wait for you here. Your parents are away these two days, and my dad asked me to watch you. I guess you will be late.

Only then did I find out that he was still riding his father's big 28 thick stick. His father and my father are old comrades in arms. Can't say it was a coincidence, maybe it was a simple arrangement, and they were transferred to the city together. Both of them are old-fashioned, watching others slowly start to add cars at home. Somehow, his family even got an old Shanghai Phoenix bike back, saying that people should not forget their roots and suffer more. I didn't understand what I said, or I thought it was old-fashioned, but now I can't take care of it. I must take the old means of transportation, or I will call my parents if I am late. I jumped into the back seat of the car. I can only say that my time was counted by a stopwatch, and I was left there with a small and strong hind leg. At the moment when the old man in the reception room took out the key to the school gate, we had already rushed into the campus.

I feel like an ordinary girl, and I don't feel anything special. My parents also manage my study in spring. If they are tight, they will relax; if they are loose, they will scratch again. Maybe they are busy with their own affairs and actually don't care about my study at all. So what kind of life I will have next semester depends entirely on my academic performance this semester. After eating this, I will always urge myself to study hard, in order to make myself feel better.

Of course, this doesn't mean that I don't have time to do my own thing. I like singing. I can sing at home until my neighbors come to order songs. I like collecting stamps. I went to all the flea markets in the city for a Zhang Xinai stamp. Besides, I love reading novels, which my parents will argue about. Mom thinks that reading too much can lead to the development of literature, and there is another way. After all, it's too tiring to do science and engineering. Women don't have to compete with men for jobs and hang out with men. Dad thinks the novel is full of affection and love, and the flowers of the motherland should be screws. If you have real skills in your hand, love will disturb your mind, and girls will become bad children if they watch too much. In a sense, this family belongs to my father, including me. Therefore, except for textbooks, all books related to novels at home are thrown into the baskets of people who come to recycle cartons.

Every weekend, I go to see my elderly grandmother. I go for a day, go home at night and go out at eight o'clock in the morning. I bought breakfast and took the bus. In fact, I went to the gate of the provincial library very early and waited for the door to open at 9: 00, and didn't leave until noon 1 1 half past half. Finding my favorite book is the happiest thing in my busy high school study life.

The reading room is tailor-made for people like me who can't borrow books. Not only do the latest and hottest books often go here first, but I also like it in a secret place in the northeast corner. I am always the first to open the door of the reading room. There is a French window the size of a stage screen. There is a huge stone at the foot of the window, on which there is a water view of the mirror pool. The warm sunshine in winter shines through the glass and on the water, which will set up a curved rainbow.

Last week, I was a strong boy and told his story in rude words. I took down my memory about him from the shelf and continued to read the last chapter. This story is staged page by page. The boy said that he likes to play in the wheat field and has his own tasks, so he needs to protect people near the cliff. When I turned to the next page, I accidentally found a light green bookmark in the middle of this page, which extracted some conversations with a pencil. It must be impossible to take out the book, so I can continue reading. There is also a blank space under the bookmark, indicating the title and author, and the fine print reads: The world will not change because of you. I don't know who left this, but I still couldn't restrain my thoughts and impulses for a long time. In the small print below that sentence, I replied: For a kind and sensitive heart, is it happiness or pain? It's almost noon, so I said goodbye to that boy next time.

Grandma lives in an old house downtown. For some years, the brick wall was covered with moss. The big banyan tree planted in front of the door occupies half of the yard, and it always feels cold when you walk over. Grandma said that the tree was there when she moved here, and it was estimated to be 100 years old. Grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, and her face is covered with spots. She said it was a dead end. When she crawls all over her body, it's her turn to find her mother. Usually, she doesn't have much time to go to the fields. In fact, my dad hired someone to cook, but she basically cooked by herself on weekends, and wanted me to taste her nearly lost skills. We talked about everything, and I asked her why she followed her grandfather all the way from Beijing to the northwest. She said that she was stupid at that time and thought it was enough to like it, but it turned out to be enough for life. I asked, then you regret it. She said, it's no use regretting. I've seen through it. This is handed down from my ancestors. Look at your father. We opposed it at first and insisted on being with your mother. He didn't even want the general's daughter, otherwise he would have been a general by now. I said, yo, my dad still has this paragraph. She said, don't laugh, you will laugh later. Our family are all lovers. Eating cold zongzi cut by grandma with fine wire, pouring honey on it, and the mouth is full of honey flavor. I thought that not everyone should be as honest as Zongzi.

Xiaomei is my best friend, with long arms and legs, and a look of envy that makes me taller by half a head. I always thought that she and Mariko were a good match, and occasionally they would fix it up, but Mariko didn't seem to feel anything, even a few hints were not enough. I used to wonder if his sexual orientation was bent by me when I was a child, and I often felt a little guilty. Recently, I watched a movie with Xiaomei, telling the story of a monkey learning from the West. Seeing her crying like a pear brings rain, I still insisted that my Mr. Right came to her with colorful auspicious clouds and colorful golden armor, so Mariko and I broke her heart. I said wake up, it is good to have a simple love for you to accompany. She said, you are too realistic, no wonder no one is chasing you. I said, this kind of thing is too far away from me, and my father woke me up when I was near. In fact, there are some things I didn't tell her, and I have received several love letters. The common people's writing style is generally bad, and their names are always written wrong. Either the names are too obscure or tacky, some directly use pseudonyms, some are boys in the rain, and some are space cowboys. In the fog I saw, once in front of the whole class, I directly crumpled a letter signed "I miss your wind" into a paper ball and threw it into the trash can. Since then, there have been no more letters.

In recent days, the air is hot and dry, and there is not a trace of rain. Pedestrians on the road are baked like ants and run around uneasily. Hiding in the fairyland early in the morning and chatting with the little boy. After the last pause, the light green bookmark is still there. It seems that the host is very busy recently. But look carefully, I wrote an extra line in the last place: I suggest you read more books. Ah! ! ! This man is too rude. A wave of anger suddenly rushed from my lower abdomen to my heart and then spread to the pores of my whole body. With a bang, my right hand couldn't help banging on the table. I stood up and said sorry to the eyes around me, apologizing for my gaffes, but at the same time I felt a little embarrassed. The mood in the early morning is like the ice cream in my hand suddenly knocked over on the ground in summer. Originally I wanted to fly away and adjust myself. Then I wondered if there was a lack of tolerance. I am very patient, looking at the row of annoying small words, and continuing to reply with a pen: Maybe I am not as knowledgeable as you, but I have a big heart that can tolerate all kinds of voices. I should have learned what I didn't understand, but I was confused for a moment. Please give me advice. After writing, it seems to be a little calmer. I don't think I can read now, so I'd better go to grandma's house early.

Grandma's old Beijing meat pie, the name sounds common, but the craft is good. Not only is it not available in the market, but she said that even when she arrived in Beijing, few people knew about it. According to grandma, when she was a child, she thought it was delicious, so she privately learned from the craftsmen at home and secretly cooked it for grandpa. The cake is thin and crisp, thinner than minced meat, and there are three layers of meat in the middle of the height of a finger, which feels much better. I asked her why she was still guarding the old house and not living with us. She said, I am used to living here, and I can think of many old things every day. I said, you'd better see things and think about people. She said, yes, did you see the big banyan tree at the door? When I married your grandfather, my family didn't agree. If you can climb higher, it will be engraved by your grandfather. I asked, what is engraved. She said, silly boy, I've never been up there. I'll find you a ladder some other day. Go up and see for yourself and tell me.

In addition to regular exams, there are high school exams. I was poor at math, and with the shadow of the previous array, I didn't step into the library again until a month later. I wonder if the child will wait for it to break, but I'm still a little uneasy about opening the book. Fortunately, the bookmark is gone, and I am in a good mood. Read it carefully. After a while, a voice interrupted my appointment. When I looked up, a boy about my age across the table spoke to me. His face is very white and his hair is a little fluffy, just like wearing a little hedgehog and a blue shirt on his head. He said, excuse me, did you leave these words? At the other end of the table, a bookmark, light green, seems to have a grievance floating on it. I said, it's me How did you know? He said, I looked at your handwriting for a while. I said, then you are the knowledgeable one. He said, I'm sorry, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I've always wanted to apologize for my recklessness, but I didn't expect it to be a lady. Can you give me a chance to turn over a new leaf? I said it depends on my mood. He said, naturally. As he spoke, he handed out a card at the other end of the table with the words "Green Alliance Club" written on it. A raccoon took out a Lickitung and printed it at the bottom of the text, followed by a list of addresses. He said, I sincerely invite you to participate in our public welfare activities as my apology, and of course there are other compensations. I hope you can attend in large numbers. I said, I'm a child, not an adult, so I don't have to go. He said, according to your words, I believe you can judge for yourself. I will wait for you next Saturday afternoon, even if I don't come, I can understand. I asked, a little heart? He said, and ice cream. I asked, what's your name? He said, call me Dong Zi.

On the bus to the appointed place, I was still asking myself if I could go, but soon a voice of opposition asked me in a stronger tone if you didn't have the courage to attend, and I was soon persuaded. The club is on the second floor of a supermarket near Xiaozhai. Today, the air is warm, and the man in a blue shirt is standing in front of the parking lot in front of the supermarket, standing straight and facing the warm light of the sun. As soon as he saw me, he raised his hand over his head and waved it vigorously, as if to welcome his distant relatives.

I followed him to the second floor, passed a spiral staircase and came to an exhibition hall of about 20 square meters. Half the hall is filled with folding chairs. In front of the exhibition hall is a slightly higher podium, and a middleman is preparing something. At this time, Dong Zi explained that this is a public welfare club, where everyone can speak freely. Every week, people take turns to give speeches, some tell books and some promote public welfare and environmental protection. I think that boy is a book lover and a girl. This week, he is talking about small animals, which may be just what you like. Now standing on the podium is Lao Xing. Today, I'm going to talk about rain frog hunting at night. I said, I came here today and didn't even know your name. You should at least explain. He said, my name is Pan Jiadong. I'm not as smooth as Dong Zi. I'm used to it. I am a sophomore at Yanta. I have a wide range of hobbies, but I'll talk about it later. It's time to start. At this time, Lao Xing on the stage wore glasses and looked at the people who were basically prepared. He nodded to Dong Zi beside him and inserted a burnt yellowcard into the slide. A rain frog appeared instantly on the wall behind the podium. Lao Xing's speech is very humorous. In addition to teaching us how to observe and identify different frog species, he also asked several simple questions from time to time, which made the children in the front row raise their hands and answer them bravely. The atmosphere is very lively. At the end of the course, the audience applauded constantly. Dong Zi hurried to help Lao Xing pack his equipment, and he even looked at me from time to time. I was a little shy, so I got up and walked around the exhibition hall. The pavilion is full of books and several thick folders, one of which records the Operation Manual of Lumeng Club. I opened it and flipped through it. On the first page, I found a photo of Zhang Zi, which looked a bit silly. There is a line of golden characters on it, Pan Jiadong, chairman of the 1st12nd Lumeng Club. After a while, I asked him, you are the president, so small. He said, how do you know that the last president came to my house for temporary work? A job has been done for a year, and a temporary job has become a regular job. What do you think of this activity? Have you calmed down? He asked. I said, there should be another thing. It hasn't completely disappeared. It would be better to eat an ice cream. He said, well, I'll get it for you. Besides, let's meet here at the same time next week, and I'll take you to another place, okay? I said, let me think again.

Before dinner, I rushed to grandma's house. Grandma asked me why it was so late. I said, that book today is too thick, and I want to read it all at once. After dinner, today's experience came to mind again, feeling a little different from usual high school life. Dong Zi is very interesting. Grandma asked me why you are always in a daze. I said, there was a math problem I couldn't solve last night.

Time seems to have passed with some expectations. I came to the parking lot in front of the supermarket as promised, but he still stood upright and waved at me with his hedgehog head. I asked, where to go today. He said, come with me. We walked 500 meters west, then walked a little north, and came to a very empty square. The 100-meter-long giant fountain leaks from time to time, sometimes rushing into the clouds, and sometimes slowly emerging, attracting many tourists, and many children directly enter the stadium naked to play. Where did he get it? Pass me a bunch of candied haws. He held it in his hand, and it tasted sweet. I asked him what he was doing here. He said, let me show you the rain. I said, you are so stupid. It's sunny today. Without waiting for an answer, he took my hand and ran directly under a table in the center of the fountain while the spring just recovered. I yelled, so my clothes would get wet. He said, no, trust me. In a short time, four trunk-thick water columns were ejected obliquely from around us, swaying and rotating in the air, outlining the outline of four huge petals. Dozens of smaller water columns surge from bottom to top, and we are like standing in the middle of a cake with four flowers. Two jets of water are ejected from time to time. At this time, a seven-color rainbow bridge hangs over our heads. When the wind blows, the water yarn will hit our faces and bodies, like a burst bubble in the air. I couldn't help humming a few words about Yu Quan's rainbow, and suddenly I found him staring at me. I asked, what are you looking at? He said the songs were beautiful and the scenery was beautiful. There was a cry in the distance. An uncle dressed in a security uniform shouted at us. I can't hear you clearly. He quickly pulled me out. I said, the clothes are still wet. He said, I'll pay you another popsicle. Pass me another popsicle, and we sit on the steps in front of the square. It happened that a flock of pigeons flew overhead in two rows, and we all watched quietly. I said, I've seen people raise pigeons before, and they should be released often. He stood up and didn't answer, looking at the traffic in front of the square as if no one was there.

If the world is burning, then we expect a new rain to make the world less sultry.

I walked across the square, birds flew by in a hurry, and finally became dots in my sight. I listened carefully to the fluctuation of the air through the wind, so I seemed to be the last poet before the destruction of the world.

I listened blankly. I'm still a poet. At this time, I found him serious and handsome. When we left, we walked quietly all the way. I found that my hand was shaken so much. He doesn't seem to let go, and I don't want to. It was not until I got to the bus stop home that I said, when will your hand be released? He said, oh, I forgot to loosen it. I said, why don't you let go? Do you often hold girls' hands? He said, no, no, this time, I don't know why, it was quite smooth, like holding a piece of jade in my hand. I said, it feels so good, let's change it. This is sweating. He said, okay. I changed hands, he said, can we read in the library together in the future? May I come to see you every Saturday? I said, this hand can't be held in vain. I agree with you to be my companion.

When I went back to my grandma's house for dinner, grandma asked, are you stupid? You eat and laugh. I said, your meal is really delicious and enjoyable.