Wanlu
In the late 1980s, in a middle school, five students had a good relationship. Privately, they visited Guan Gong in the wilderness together, drank blood wine together, and vowed to share the happiness and hardship as in the film and television drama.
The fifth one is worth mentioning, because the other four are all male students, and only the fifth one is a female student. At that time, middle school boys and girls didn't even say anything when they met, let alone become sworn. But the fifth is such a "chivalrous woman" who dares to fight against the secular. During that time, the five of them always appeared in every corner of the campus together, which also attracted various criticisms from the students.
In addition, it is worth mentioning the third one, whose family situation is quite special. For as long as he can remember, his parents always had a big fight every once in a while, and it also happened from time to time. However, the third child's academic performance is among the best in the whole grade, and even won the first place in the city in a high school mathematics competition. His ideal is to be admitted to Tsinghua University!
Bachelor's degree is average, ranking lower in the class. Therefore, I always ask my third child to help me solve my problems. The two of them also have a lot of contact on the grounds of tutoring homework.
Senior three, the parents of the third child finally chose to divorce! That night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the third child walked three miles in the dark and came to the fifth house to say goodbye to the fifth. He said he would go to another city with his mother and leave here and this school. Before he left, the old five saw him out. They stood in the dark street. The third sang the most popular song "My future is not a dream" for the fifth as a parting souvenir.
In this way, on the eve of the college entrance examination, under the double pressure of parents' divorce and the college entrance examination, the third child chose to run away from home and gave up his dream of Tsinghua!
A few years later, the third child returned to his hometown. At this time, the fifth year married the neighbor who sold meat in the third year. Killing pigs and sheep every day, selling meat in the market, life is very dull and happy. I can't see the old five dare to break through the secular "chivalrous girl" style, and she is a sister-in-law next door. When they met, they just nodded and never talked about the past again. It seems that the matter of students becoming sworn has never happened.
Many years have passed, the third one brought his girlfriend home to get married, and the fifth one's child has already entered junior high school. She attended the third child's wedding as a neighbor. The third son toasted the bride and introduced his old classmates to her. The word "old classmate" just came out, but the old five hurriedly abandoned the field and fled!
Looking at the fleeing back of the fifth, the third suddenly passed a lyric: "My future is not a dream, my heart and hope are moving ..."
I remember him.
Pan-Cai Xia
Living next to a college, the atmosphere of parting seems to spread to my room, listening to an old song at will, and suddenly I have the urge of nostalgia.
A clear shadow came to mind. Still immature baby face, silent and shy; Good baritone, singing all the sunny beaches. In addition, the only sentence he left in the graduation yearbook is "Take care", and the beautiful running script always reminds people of the concentration of expression. I haven't seen him for nearly twenty years, so I can't imagine him now. Under the basketball stand of that year, the refreshing teenager who came slowly has been frozen into an eternal scenery, a vigorous face and a gentle smile. Whenever I think about it, my heart is always as warm as ever.
The scene of acquaintance is vivid in my mind.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Zhang Aipan." There was a sly smile on his face.
"This smooth little doll." My heart says. He loves to eat peony bark, but isn't he just a little doll who hasn't grown up? Although he is ten days older than me, I like the feeling of being a sister.
Young people are always reckless, and soon I took the hand of a handsome senior in the school. When I met him on campus, his eyes looked deep and far away.
The next road didn't go as I imagined. Once again, I walked alone on the tree-lined path. He came, saying nothing, and humming "Flowers in August" in a mellow and low voice: "It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and it's not up to me to rise and fall. I drifted in the sea of people, and tasted indifference, enthusiasm, enthusiasm, cold and indifference, and loneliness with true feelings. People pass by with the wind, and flowers bloom and fall at will. No matter how the world changes, a city is full of acacia, and only osmanthus fragrance floats. "
No story, no beginning. Young and domineering, growing up freely, ignorant and simple, I didn't lose anything until graduation.
That morning, the warm sunshine plated the playground with a layer of Phnom Penh. Under the basketball stand, a boy with a guest book slowly came up to me, and I fainted for a moment. Is that handsome guy him? White-collar shirt and blue jeans, for a long time, I refused to admit that his costume captured my feelings. When did he suddenly grow up?
He left school first. I clearly remember that afternoon, the light rain set off the sadness of parting. I stood alone at the window of the classroom on the third floor, watching his figure getting smaller and smaller, disappearing on Lin Yin Road leading to the school gate. Tears on my cheeks * * * The rain falls at the window, just silently and again. ...
A song leaves two lines of tears, I don't know where to meet again.
According to the address he left, I sent a letter, the content of which was completely forgotten. It should be something implied. That summer vacation, I was almost the last one to leave school, with disappointment and disappointment. However, accidentally, after I left, his letter arrived, and the things that were lost by others and I didn't see in the letter became an eternal secret.
After more than ten years, we got in touch through alumni records. The past is like a cloud, clearly reflected in the clean stream, but the soft story has become a distant and slim dream. Young stories, even if abandoned, the green of life will not fade. Those who are heartbroken, those who are fascinated by beauty, no matter how long the years are, no matter where they are, looking back on the past, are all lush and splendid scenery in life.
The vast sea of people, is there a feeling of passing you by?
Classroom space
Crazy riots in universities Li Yong.
In the graduation season, someone filmed graduation photo, which was out of line or novel or eye-catching. Some people tore up all the textbooks in hysteria and despair. ...
There is an eye-catching video on Youku's homepage: Huake's Best Water-splashing Festival. From the point of view, it was a crazy riot in graduation season. The mighty graduates rushed to a girls' building. The girls upstairs splashed water with washbasins, and the team downstairs was huge. Dense crowds and noisy voices, they enjoy the crazy moment. They shouted to their younger brothers and sisters: Fail the exam. ...
During the graduation season, the air is full of heat and dryness, and the sunshine is getting more and more vicious, so the restless factor in college students' blood is just a little bit. Famous schools like Huazhong University of Science and Technology, as well as ordinary schools, are all performing a crazy scene that belongs only to youth.
I think of my college days, and I have experienced such riots twice.
The first time, I was a freshman. To tell the truth, I went to that school because I didn't fill it out voluntarily. I have always been dissatisfied with it.
One night, a big riot suddenly happened in my boys' dormitory. Those crazy boys all smashed hot water bottles one by one, and the crackling sound was like a bolt from the blue. They don't care if anyone walks downstairs. I almost braved the bullets to get back to my dormitory safely.
At that time, I had never seen the world, and when I saw such a scene, my heart was full of fear and dissatisfaction. This school is really bad. I don't need to be picky about it. The students it enrolled exposed their qualities. I think students like them don't want to be well at all, so they will smash hot water bottles downstairs for no reason! And completely ignored the dissuasion of the dormitory administrator.
The next morning, the floor of the dormitory was covered with shiny glass fragments, which was shocking. I have to make a detour.
When I was a sophomore, I tried my best to transfer back to a satisfactory school in Hangzhou.
Unexpectedly, I also experienced such riots in that school.
In order to ensure students' sleep, the school stipulates 1 1: 30 to disconnect from the internet. Although the school is good to students, those students will not buy it. Boys are sleepless animals. They want to play computer games all night. A lot of energy has nowhere to put it, how can it be done step by step?
On a hot night when the internet was disconnected, just after half past zero, the boys in the opposite boys' building began to shout and protest. Then, when the thermos broke, there was a loud noise, and some out-of-line boys even bought firecrackers to set them off: bang, bang. ...
The boys on our side are also encouraged to cheer in the corridor one by one.
After this riot, I suddenly realized that, in fact, young people who are in their prime of life will always have a crazy side, whether they are famous schools or poor schools. Given the chance, the conflict factors in their blood will be released.
Of course, as long as you don't go too far, don't go too far
Years later
Our post-college cohabitation era
Wang qiunv
In July 2000, I graduated from university and just joined the company. Newcomers in the workplace have only worked for more than half a month. One day, when I crossed the zebra crossing after work, I was hit by a car. Fortunately, the injury is not serious, but I still need to be hospitalized. The doctor said it's best to leave someone with me at night. The company leader asked me who to contact.
My parents are out of town, so it's a little difficult to get here right away. The most important thing is that I don't want them to know that I'm hurt. I wanted to stay in this city from the beginning, but they strongly opposed it. A girl who stays here alone might as well go home and find a stable job, and her parents can still protect me. If they know that I have an accident here, they will definitely take me back as soon as I leave the hospital.
My parents can't tell me, so who else? The first name that pops up in my mind is Wei Wei. Weiwei was my roommate in college and my sister who slept with me for four years. After graduation, Wei Wei and two other roommates shared a big house with three rooms and two halls. Wei Wei and I share a big room, and the other two roommates share a small room. They go to work in each class during the day and come back at night. Everyone continued the life of the previous university dormitory. Every day before going to work, we make an appointment to find a place to eat, play cards, watch movies and even wear mixed clothes. When we first entered the workplace, we needed a lot of new clothes, but we had no salary and no money at hand, so we exchanged clothes and accessories every weekend, and then we had a brand-new beautiful image when we went to work next Monday.
I called Weiwei. Half an hour later, it was not one Wei Wei who stumbled into the ward, but three. Before they got my call, they were clamoring that they were worried. Why did I come back so late? My mobile phone doesn't work. As soon as I received the phone call, I heard that I had an accident and my mind went blank. I don't have time to ask about injuries. I rushed out to take a taxi and got scared when I got on the bus. It would be a pity if I were short of arms and legs. I said you were stupid. If it's so serious, how can I have the spirit to call you?
During the two weeks in the hospital, they came to the hospital directly after work every day, bringing me all kinds of delicious food and an important thing, that is, borrowing a book or magazine every day. In those days, without rich mobile games and iPad, books and magazines became my good companions to spend my lonely hospitalization time. Every evening, three girls gather around the bedside and tell me all kinds of interesting things about the company today. Which students asked them to greet me and which students planned to visit me, the quiet ward suddenly became very lively. I was afraid that they would disturb the patients in the same ward, but the patients, their families, doctors and nurses who came in and out all looked at us with friendly and tolerant eyes and smiled without a word.
Two weeks later, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to this big shared house. It's like the infinite surprise and happiness of going home and reuniting with our long-lost parents every holiday, and we are back to the old days of living together. Looking back now, that time was still the happiest time in my youth memories. Everyone eats hot pot together, sings K together, and even anyone who has a boyfriend is rightfully ripped off ... and more often, we exchange work experience together, inspire each other's creative inspiration, and let Mei Lan, a fashion designer, be the most keen to discuss with us the fashion trends of next season; Vivian, who drew original cartoons, accidentally became the prototype of her creation, our "cohabitation life"; Xiaomi, a small screenwriter in TV station, was the first reader and critic of her play. She often praises us for being sharper than the producers. At that time, I was an advertising copywriter, and sometimes an unexpected slogan in the company was mentioned by them, and I immediately thought of it!
But all good things must come to an end. Mei Lan went abroad for further study for the first time. Followed by Xiaomi, flash marriage with her boyfriend; In the end, only Wei Wei and I were left, but Wei Wei finally followed her boyfriend to another city for development. ...
"Today, we left, in the vast sea of people, they are old, where are they? So we parted ways ... "Flowers bloom all over the world, but the feelings of roommates in the post-college cohabitation era remain in each other's hearts.
those years
Unforgettable gift
Elegant.
One summer day fifty years ago, students were talking in the classroom. They were going to work. They are excited and excited, and their classmates have mixed feelings for four years. Three other students and I were assigned to work in other places, which naturally became the "focus" of everyone's "concern" "Give you a small gift as a souvenir." A girl handed me a neatly packed paper bag, slightly smaller than a cigarette case.
Pack your bags. Prepare to leave for the unit that will be "dedicated". It's actually very simple to pack up, a set of bedding, some clothes to be used all year round, and some favorite books. It was a bit of a surprise to open the gift she gave me when I packed my daily necessities. In today's words, it is a "men's beauty product"-razor holder. Up to now, I still clearly remember that the box is made of aluminum, the anodized surface is soft golden yellow, and the protruding Logo "Fei Ying brand razor" is very conspicuous. I used the "Flying Eagle Blade" in my painting class, knowing that "Flying Eagle" was a "famous brand" at that time. In my impression, she is outgoing, warm and cheerful. I really didn't expect that she would be so careful and give such an affordable and practical gift. At that time, ordinary people knew nothing about electric razors, let alone owned them. This little gift has become my favorite.
I took it to the northeast and transferred it back to Beijing ten years later, and it followed me back to Beijing. Cherish this small gift, because it often makes me feel the pure friendship and warmth of my classmates. I will be encouraged when I encounter problems at work. It will give me courage when I encounter difficulties in my life. It will give me invisible care when I am lonely. When I am depressed, it will tell me to love life-literally. This is the first gift I have received in my life, although it is small and heavy. Very cheap (maybe only a few cents at that time), including the friendship of classmates, which can't be measured by money. It is "primitive" and its warmth is unmatched by any modern advanced object.
This little gift has been with me for more than forty years. Reform and opening up, a good life. Although I have a brand-name electric razor, I have always had a soft spot for this "primitive" razor holder. It was not until the demolition in 2006 that I lost this beloved gift in a hurry. However, in my heart, its position will never be lost.
It's a pity that I haven't had a chance to express my friendship with my classmates with this gift, and thank her for the beauty and happiness she brought me. I want to bless her sincerely in the most sincere language: everything is fine!
My teacher
Later, the naughty king
Also became a teacher.
Shu shiming
I used to be a naughty boy. I have problems with my classmates, and fighting is common. Almost every day, I create a "disgraceful" event. In the words of some teachers, where there is me, chickens fly and dogs jump. Even in class, I kept making trouble, poking my classmates in the back, removing the benches of the students who stood up to answer questions, and quietly putting caterpillars on the girls' heads ... Even once, I put a newly dead snake in the desk drawer, and then deliberately bowed my head in class to "desert" so that the female teacher who had just come out of the normal school could check it out. She screamed with fear, turned pale and never dared to talk to me again. In my impression, all the teachers who teach me will have a headache and even try their best not to attend my class. My popularity is unparalleled in the whole school. The headmaster often criticizes me by name at the student union. As soon as my name is mentioned, there is laughter below, so that teachers in other classes often regard me as a negative textbook. "Naughty King" has become my label and title, and everyone knows it.
What I will never forget is that every time a new head teacher or teacher comes, he will hold a list in his hand (my heart suddenly turns cold and I feel like a "death list"), which is full of students with poor grades and poor grades, and I will be the first one every time. I know, it was left by the shift teacher to attract the attention of the new teacher. And every time the new teacher wants to show me off, either let me stand in the classroom, or let me write a review, or let me invite my parents and so on. But I just don't add oil and salt, which is quite rebellious. I will carry out the "bad" to the end and play naughty to the extreme. Finally, the teacher had to ignore me and let it go.
In the sixth grade of primary school, a new head teacher came, named Hu Zhigang, about 40 years old and very handsome. When I walked into the classroom in the first class, I was surprised to find that he didn't have a "death list" in his hand. After Mr. Hu introduced himself, let's stand up in turn to introduce ourselves and exercise our eloquence and ability. When it was my turn, just as I staggered to stand up, someone "reported": "Teacher, he is the naughty king!" The whole class burst into laughter. Unexpectedly, Mr. Hu said loudly, "I like naughty students!" " As soon as this statement came out, the whole class suddenly fell silent, and I was surprised. Encouraged by Mr. Hu, I introduced myself intermittently. Later, Mr. Hu took the lead in slapping, and the students applauded. When I sat down, I felt the joy of being recognized and affirmed for the first time, as well as excitement, excitement and success. That class is the most attentive and attentive class I have ever listened to in my life. I didn't even act naughty, just like a different person, even I felt incredible.
After class, Mr. Hu called me to the office, touched my head and said kindly, "I like naughty students because naughty children are smarter and have great development potential." If you focus on your studies, you will have a bright future. " To tell the truth, I used to be a naughty student, and like you, I had the title of' naughty king'. Hehe, it seems that we are both' naughty kings', one is big and the other is small ... "After that, Mr. Hu also took out a newspaper and pointed to an article on it:" I said that naughty children are smarter and more promising, which has scientific basis. "As soon as I saw it, the newspaper said: Naughty children's brains are always working, and obedient children are often more dependent and unwilling to use their brains, but the more they use them, the smarter they become. In this way, it is not surprising that naughty children are often smarter ... When I walked out of Mr. Hu's office, my heart suddenly opened up, and the whole person felt an indescribable lightness and happiness, and everything in front of me became better.
Since then, Mr. Hu's phrase "I like naughty students" has been shaking my heart and generating inexhaustible motivation. With the care and help of Mr. Hu, I follow his example everywhere and concentrate on my studies. The results are advancing by leaps and bounds, and the more you learn, the more energetic you are. Later, I went to middle school, worked hard and got the best grades. Later, like Mr. Hu, he was admitted to the normal school. His phrase "I like naughty students best" actually saved a child, and I will cherish his life.