Everything in the world is not without reason. South of the colorful clouds, the dream trip hovered in my mind for a long time. Hong inadvertently sent a beautiful picture, and his writing was full of praise. I really want to make an appointment. I was deeply moved and fell into it. It's the end of the college entrance examination and the final exam of primary school. I have nothing to trip over and nothing to worry about. Why not make it a ship that is not tied? Also known as: Give Xuan Er an independent opportunity, hehe. When I was in the mood, I immediately invited Yang Heling to go with me.
Yang did not hesitate; Ling, more naughty, is ready to respond. Where there is beautiful scenery, there is her beautiful image. In view of the fact that the three of us went to Zhangjiajie for the first time, we had a tragic experience of running around and tearing our bones. We must do our homework and find a strategy for this trip.
My heart swelled before my feet started. Yang was also very excited and more filial, and announced that she would take her mother-in-law with her. The rectum is straight, and I got cold feet, because I am worried about high blood pressure in the elderly, and all kinds of reasons can be understood. Yang Can lay down his life to accompany the gentleman, how can I not be old?
And this, ups and downs, full of thoughts, sleepless nights, because I think of my loved ones, sadness comes from this. Grandma has worked hard all her life, but unfortunately she has no ability to support the elderly together. Parents left, want to be filial, and can't bear the sorrow of the wind tree. When I was a child, my greatest luxury was to look forward to the Spring Festival and get two red ropes. When I braid my hair with red ribbon occasionally, I am full of joy. If my parents had more money, it might be an unexpected surprise to cut a piece of cloth to make a cotton-padded jacket cover. I don't remember much about clothes, only once. At that time, my sister was seven or eight years old and her parents took her to Shanghai. Then I was only four or five years old, and my memory was vague and difficult to verify. My parents came back from Shanghai and bought a dress for my sister and me for the first time. It should be the first time that my sister and I wear skirts! My sister's skirt is very suitable for my identity, elegant and long, very ladylike. I remember there was a row of buttons in the front row, and the fabrics of ivory and light green flowers were not clear. Hehe, maybe I'm too focused on myself. My skirt is lively and exotic. The neckline is not an ordinary round neck, but a square. Above the chest is snow-white dacron cloth with red and white plaid edges. Below is a pure red and white plaid. The skirt is short and beautiful, and the skirt is wide, which makes me wear it merrily and keep spinning. Mother usually doesn't pay much attention to her daughter's dress, but she will stop to look carefully, and her eyes are full of joy and even pride. I used to think that my parents didn't cherish my daughter very much, but that skirt has always been clearly left in my mind, sometimes enlarged and then enlarged. It actually magnifies the love of my parents. This love has always been there, perhaps just covered by poverty.
After I joined the work, most of my monthly salary was given to my mother. Eating and living at home is useless to me. Because my mother likes bananas and ginger candy, she always buys a bag. Dad, as the leader of the unit, wears a Chinese tunic suit year after year, and nothing new is added after washing it white. Although he refused, he always pulled a piece of cloth and asked his aunt tailor in the front row to make clothes for his father or something. Mom and dad have never traveled far except on business, let alone traveling. At that time, McDonald's was just emerging in the city. Once I took them to Yangzhou and took them to McDonald's next to Wanjiafu to eat hamburgers. Mom accidentally spilled coffee, which was embarrassing, and she was at a loss when she was a child. It still hurts when I think about it. Every time I see Sister Hongmei, who loves to walk, playing with her aunt, her aunt smiles happily. I want to walk, surrounded by grandma and parents. Living in poverty deprives their parents of opportunities for education and knowledge. Life owes them a lot of debts, but when they are able to repay them, they have no chance. The dead are gone, so we should be kind to the living, waiting to take our elder sister and invite our younger brother for a leisurely trip. If you can be with Hui, it will be a great pleasure in life. Alas, my beloved sister is so tired, when can she get out of the mundane triviality? Therefore, you cherish every trip, and you are always curious about everything, because everything you get may be the hope that others can't reach.
New boss, old second and third, I grew up in my sister's old clothes. Fortunately, I always enjoy the love and support of my neighbors. For example, Aunt Tang Dai, an elegant and intellectual petty bourgeoisie, bought Kodak film and reserved it for taking pictures of our brother and sister. It is the first time in my memory to take such a formal and beautiful photo, because there is love from my neighbors in it, and the photo was later preserved by me. Wei, according to her mother, lost her parents when she was a child and was raised by her grandmother. After marriage, her life was finally happy. Later, she worshipped her as a goddaughter and enjoyed maternal love. She is smart and beautiful, and often adds clothes, so my sister and I take care of her many clothes. Aunt Lu, who graduated from junior high school, had a limited life and didn't read much, but married an erudite husband, Mr. Fang. She learns English with her husband every day, enjoys it and constantly adds value to herself. She leads a romantic and elegant life, which is enviable. Teacher Fang is on a business trip. She likes inviting me to live with her. She is happy to tell me everything about her, including love stories. On the eve of the college entrance examination, she felt sorry for me and came to tell her mother to let me live in her house, give me a separate cabin, study hard, prepare some cakes and so on, and make me hungry in the middle of the night. Previously, I had never enjoyed such superior study treatment, and I was flattered and burst into tears. Time goes by, that year, Na Yue, that person, that thing, that scene, but precipitated in the bottom of my heart, moistened by the long years. Pray silently for good people, and the years will be quiet.
To Yunnan, the first stop is of course the beautiful spring city-Kunming. Some people say that nostalgia for a city may be due to a person or a relationship. I only have the concept of four seasons like spring in Kunming. Later, from teacher Sun's article, I learned that the Cuihu Lake, the soul of Kunming-Dianchi Lake, and the Buddhist holy land-Yuantong Temple are all based on what Taoism said: "There is no intention to go anywhere, and the sound is empty and the color is round." This is all we know.
I yearn for Kunming because I used to call Xiaojin's best friend Dongling. The poet said: Walking, walking, will disperse, and the memories will fade. After getting married separately, we really can't find each other. I can't bear to give up looking. After many twists and turns, I finally got in touch with her. I was so excited and excited, but slowly, this feeling seemed to run aground again. Maybe it's because he and he, the besieged city, were isolated from a once sincere relationship. Did you get it just to lose it? Where can the memory be broken? No matter when the intersection is the end, sincere communication is real and dripping in my heart. You don't need to remember good things and good feelings, you will leave a deep impression.
Xiaojin lives in guannan county, Lianyungang. His father is a land surveyor and his mother is the director of the county hospital. She graduated from the health school and works in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the hospital. Later, because I was dissatisfied with my present job, I wanted to go out to make a living. Or because of the shyness of first love, it's hard to say that the boy left silently and went to be a soldier. Kim was afraid to contact the scene and left to go to other places to heal. His enlightened and eager parents couldn't bear to stop him. The feelings of that era were so pure, without impurities, and deeply buried in my heart. I always thought you would understand, but I didn't know how to express it. Who knows, the feeling of missing is a lifetime. As Zhang Ailing wrote in Half Life, Man Zhen met Shi Jun many years later, and there was only one sentence: Shi Jun, we can't go back. Simple words reveal heavy depression and sadness.
I will always remember the first time I met Kim. I am one year old. A year ago, I came to a factory department in our town to do laboratory work. As for me, I just started working in the main computer room. No one knows, silent, shy, quiet. Walking home from work one night. Suddenly, someone was riding a bicycle. With the sound of "Hi", I was startled and turned around suddenly. Even if the other person is riding a bicycle, I can feel that she is tall and wearing a navy suit, which was quite popular at that time. Her hair was cut short, her face was smiling and the sun was shining. Wow, what a heroic daughter. I secretly cheered. Before she could speak, she was already laughing at herself: Is it a shock? Do I look like a boy? I smiled silently. Since then, the prelude of our friendship has been opened. We soon got to know each other like peas and carrots. Clothes wear each other and good things enjoy each other. I get jealous sometimes. Jin is a good cook. I often pick fruits and vegetables from my vegetable field to find her, and then I invite some friends to have dinner and chat, which is very enjoyable. Wages are often not paid in factories, and we are all poor. She lives in a factory and eats in the canteen. The food is simple. When I went home for dinner, I asked my mother to leave a copy for Xiaojin. If it's not enough, save yourself a bite, pick up the rice in a hurry and rush to the factory. At that time, there was a new computer in the city, and both she and I wanted to learn it. I just started working and didn't get paid. Hesitant because she can't afford the tuition, she boldly said, you go, I have it. In fact, she is not rich, and she often eats every meal. Born in a rich family, she doesn't have the coquettish arrogance of a rich woman, nor does she know nothing about human suffering. She resolutely refused her parents' help. I really admire her independence and hard work. After work, we ate something casually, so we had to go to the city by bike for more than ten kilometers to learn computer. Although we were a little tired, we were full of enthusiasm and laughed all the way. There, I met several poor students who had just left school. Respect each other and laugh at each other. One night, after class, my bike had a flat tire. Kim and I are not familiar with this city. A boy named Xiang Li lives next door to our dormitory and is in the same class with us. He volunteered to accompany Kim and me in the middle of the night looking for a mechanic. I don't quite remember how it was repaired. I only remember one thing, and what remains in my heart is a simple touch.
Kim Dae-fang is optimistic, always smiling and careless, which is completely a boy's character, but she is meticulous and considerate to girls. She seldom has time to be quiet, but when she is quiet, she can't help singing a song about Xiao Zhong East Road in Tongan Pavilion, which the boy won in a singing contest. I silently accompany sadness. Later, the efficiency of the factory was not good, and the salary was paid once a year, which was incomplete. I jumped out and let Kim live in our house. She helps my parents knit sweaters and do housework. She is more filial than me, more like a daughter than me, and is deeply loved by my parents. When I go to the second factory, I often work the night shift. It was dark and timid at midnight, and it was far from home. Jin worked tirelessly, rain or shine, to pick me up from work at night, sometimes early, especially before dark, to buy my favorite fried dumpling on the roadside, and also to send me some friends by the way. All my colleagues like her and envy me to death. I have such a best friend. Perhaps, except grandma, the person who is so kind and meticulous to me is Jin. I remember once, Kim came to pick me up with a pump, and I was shocked. What's the matter? She didn't say anything but giggled: Hey, when I was going out, I found my bike leaking slowly. Where to fix it in the middle of the night? I had a brainwave, brought a pump, rode all the way and refueled all the way. Otherwise, why are you late tonight? I was surrounded by her self-righteous laughter and the laughter of a group of colleagues who suddenly realized. I also bent over with laughter, full of emotion and pride. Pure, sincere, enthusiastic, enterprising and unrestrained youth is beautiful and moving. Youth, after all, has to say goodbye, that unscrupulous happiness, that most beautiful time, always stings memories gradually.
Miyazaki Hayao wrote a passage: Life is a train to the grave, and there will be many stops on the way. No one can accompany you all the time, and you will see people coming and going, up and down. If you are lucky, someone will accompany you for a while. When this person wants to get off the bus, even if he doesn't give up, he should be grateful and wave goodbye, because maybe another person will accompany you further at the next stop.
Kim, it's good to have you all my life! See and see, friendship remains the same, silently thinking about each other, silently happy.
Before a trip to Yunnan began, my thoughts trudged. Qian Qian's past is sleeping in my heart, like an active volcano. If someone touches them, the magma of thought will erupt. Life is a walking field. Meet, cherish, reminisce, think and meet better.