Wild cattail roots, full of yellow flowers; There is also an annual canopy called "plant pioneer", which is also a compositae with yellow hearts and white flowers. I hate that I can't occupy all corners of the village; The crossing into the village, the fruit of new rural construction, and the side of the path are full of all kinds of Gesang flowers; It's rainy season now. Under the old tree at the entrance of the village, a pool of newly grown lotus leaves is cracked by rain.
Most poets and sages in ancient and modern times love lotus flowers. Love it. If you praise things, express your ambition: "Get out of the mud without being stained, not being evil"; The scenery depicts loving her nature without carving: "The leaves are dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus are in one stroke"; People who borrow things to express their feelings use it as a metaphor for the red flowers and green leaves in love: "Only green lotus flowers and red lotus flowers are open and close, which is naive."
And my love lotus, I only love walking by the lotus pond in the evening after the rain. The lotus leaves relaxed in the rain are still stained with water droplets, which are scattered all over the floor like big beads and small beads. In case the sun goes down and the green light penetrates, it will be moved by a drunken dream!
I was a little drunk when I saw cyan. I thought it was only in the delicate years.
When I was thirteen, I was in the first grade. Because of the hukou, I ended my sojourn with my grandparents after the Spring Festival and went back to my parents to attend junior high school.
When school started in the spring, I transferred to Xiangming Middle School, which was full of children from factories and mines. According to my friend's later memories, the first time I saw me was like this: I wore a jacket, blue khaki, and the cuff collar turned out the red and blue plaid lining; The hair is not long, and the rubber band is tied with two small brushes, which are scattered from the roots of the ears.
It takes about 30 to 40 minutes to walk back and forth from my father's factory to Xiangming Middle School every day. Out of the gate of the factory living area, it is a dirt road with ponds on both sides of the road, which are planted with lotus flowers.
Because it takes a big Z to go to school along this dirt road, many students say hello as soon as they go out and take a shortcut to the fields of the lotus pond. Only I, carrying a schoolbag, walk in a proper way every day. I don't have any girlfriends who grew up here, and I don't understand their dialects. The timid little girl is afraid to walk alone in the field.
Fortunately, there is a beautiful view. In late spring and early summer, lotus leaves are pointed and willows are hanging on the shore.
It's almost two months, and I still don't know my classmates here. I always feel that they are spying on me from a distance. Sometimes it gets stuck in front of the classroom. I gently said "please forgive me", and a group of boys around the door of the classroom screamed. Occasionally, during the break, one or two little girls will touch me: "Shanghainese, they call you' big eyes'!" Say that finish, giggling away, let a person feel that they are secretly selling information.
That year's flood, the dormitory area was flooded, and the dirt road to school was also flooded. The workers set up floating rows of bamboo along the dirt road, and the lotus leaves in the pond swayed with the wind. Leaves that haven't been stretched stretch out to rows from time to time, and people are dripping water on rows, which is really like walking through the lotus pond.
Mid-term exam before and after Dragon Boat Festival. The first time I transferred to another school, I got 69 points in math, unprecedented, never! After I got the test paper, I went home on the raft. Accumulated a lot of grievances and finally found an exit. I cried all the way, I didn't know it was raining heavily halfway.
His name is Ping Zi. When he caught up with me, he was with his twin sister Zanzi, followed by a group of classmates, talking and laughing and ready to go home. Ping Zi felt sorry for me when she saw me walking alone, crying and crying. Just visible, she folded a big lotus leaf to block the rain on my forehead and asked with concern, what's wrong with you? !
I said I didn't do well in the math exam, and a group of people in the back burst into laughter. What happened? ! I said, no, I don't understand the math teacher. They laughed together. Ask us!
In the first year of mathematics, the plane geometry was tested, and the teacher spoke with a local accent. What does the teacher always say, "Bad drama comes first, bad drama comes first"? ! "Another burst of laughter, auxiliary line! The teacher kept saying "stir-fried flour", and there was another burst of laughter, telling us to take out the draft book!
I don't know when the rain stopped, and a group of children on the road were not in a hurry to go home. They surrounded me in the middle, lined up side by side, and shook the bamboo raft with the pace of progress.
Talk while walking. Jun Zi said that when you first came here, you wore a beautiful dress, and you looked like a female spy in "Yangcheng AnShao". Juanjuan said that your leather shoes with bows are very beautiful, Ping Zi interjected. The boys here are dressed as adults from head to toe, and they are all gray, black and blue. Who said, teach us to speak Shanghainese, and how to eat? "Eat!" "Eat ~ rice ~!" Laugh into a ball. A thin boy turned his head to me through several people and said timidly, you have big eyes and a round face. My mother says you look like a foreign girl! Huh? ! His father is the factory director Guo Fatso, who went south. Ping Zi hurriedly added.
I have a group of new friends, an exam, a thunderstorm and a floating row. Strangeness and familiarity are only one step away. They say I'm too arrogant to approach, and there, they just make friends all day and ignore me.
Jun Zi, Guo Qi, Guo Wei, Zhao, Zeng Yuhua, Liu ... They were a group of young people when I was young and exquisite, and from then on, I joined hands to become young.
I remembered the lotus leaf that Ping Zi picked for me in the pond, the way it caught the water drops, and the lotus flower that he gave me that had not yet opened.
The lotus leaf in the depths of my memory is so green, I call it drunk cyan!