It seems that every one is from last summer, but some are really far away.
When the old lady was still alive, she went there every summer. At that time, before the village was demolished, she sat by the well in the yard in the afternoon, and the wheat was blue. I like pumping water from the well. I wish I could spend an afternoon sitting in the water and pouring it back and forth with a soda bottle. There will be cries of selling popsicles here. I often look at the old lady with a sad face and take a red bean popsicle. Here, my mother will force me to learn a poem, which is often related to summer. Although I know it far away, the scenes between my hometown are exactly the same, so it is much easier to recite it.
At that time, there was still a lot of time in the sun in summer.
I don't know why, every time I go to learn the piano, the sun is always shining. My mother sent me by bike to cross a Gao Qiao. What is annoying is that I have always been a little fat man. I sat in the back seat and watched the sweat spread behind my mother. I feel guilty inside. I want to come down and go by myself, but I am always rejected. At that time, sunscreen was not popular, and my mother always tried to protect herself from the sun. All kinds of cloaks and hats can't resist the ultraviolet rays reflected from the ground. She was not white at first, but after a summer, she often became darker. Later, she rode with me, and I always gave her an umbrella. My short arm had to straighten out to keep out the sun for her, and the wind blew. I went to the teacher's house several times and I was sweating like a pig. It took a long time for the air conditioner to slow down. By contrast, going swimming is not much better. My mother is afraid of water, so my father always takes me there. People who are full of love, such as him, always like to invite one or two classmates to go together. At that time, a swimming ticket of 15 yuan was not cheap, but he didn't care. Three or four people swam for a whole summer vacation. Now that I think about it, the conditions at home really needed my mother's psychological shadow area.
These summers, there are cousins who like pranks. Grandma always pushed him in front of my mother on the pretext that she couldn't control him, and then I began to put up with it for a long time. When I was younger, I cried inexplicably. After being sent to the bathroom, he can continue to cry for an hour until his neighbor knocks at the door. Besides, I have been demoted because I have no place in my family. I always give him big and sweet watermelons and grapes, and he always gives priority to what he does when he goes out. What's more, the gesture of never giving up after every success made me clench my fist secretly for a long time.
Later, summer became similar and repetitive, so I stopped basking in the sun and gave up swimming for fear of widening my shoulders. Summer homework ranges from a bound "summer homework" to more than a dozen endless problem books and miscellaneous papers. The old lady's house in the country is newly built. In the afternoon, there is no need to draw water from the well to cool down, and the soda bottles have long been eliminated. Because of the destruction of the environment, cicadas and wheat are gone The old lady left us here. I have a whole box of red bean popsicles to eat, but I can't see her coquetry eyes anymore. During this time, I memorized almost all the ancient poems related to summer, and occasionally there were wonderful comments next to my composition.
Afterwards, I graduated from high school.
When I left home, it was the early morning of summer, which was as exciting as many early summers when I got up early because of traveling. I can't say it's sad. I didn't hold back my tears until I said goodbye to my parents in front of the school a few days later. That year, the temperature in Xi 'an was abnormal. During the military training, I was awakened several times by the heat at night. With the harassment of mosquitoes, my favorite thing every day may be sitting in an air-conditioned canteen and eating bean jelly.
In late summer, the map becomes bigger and bigger. I spent half my time in Taichung in the second summer and didn't start until I left San Francisco in the third summer. When I got back to school, the dormitory was already air-conditioned, but there was only one season left. In the last summer in Xi 'an, the overwhelming phoenix tree was pruned, and it was no longer as lush as when I entered school. There are fewer and fewer people, and it's too late to eat a cup of matcha red bean smoothie downstairs. It's too hasty to prepare for farewell.
It seems that suddenly the camera cut the paper in front of me. Here, I hate the endless winter in the eastern United States and am excited about the early arrival of summer. I graduated here again and will be a wife soon. I'm still worried about my poor English here, and I'm also worried about the papers I can't write. When I was sitting alone in this closed room, I remembered what my father used to say in summer when I was a child. Life is boring.
Yes, life is boring.
But it suddenly occurred to me that when I was young and had nothing to do all summer, I still wanted to cry like a child, for those summers that I couldn't go back.