? The rain gradually became heavier, and a heavy rain came quietly. People's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and I'm still thinking about my story under the tree. Suddenly the heavy rain came and the water drops on the playground began to jump. People are running in a hurry in the rain. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I followed in everyone's footsteps. I ran up the steps opposite the path, running and running, and the melody that had been lingering in my ear rang again. I stood high and turned to look at the road I ran over. Beads of rain filled the world like curtains made of pearls. I looked at that scene, thinking, thinking, forgetting that it was still raining, forgetting that I was in Chang 'an.
? (1) Talking about the history of Jinse
"Three, two, one! Ignition! ! Run! ! ! "It was also a run, and I really enjoyed it that time. How much expectation and confidence I should have at that time! I take things to school. First of all, I plan, arrange, budget time, set a route and arrange personnel. It's like doing an earth-shattering event that the whole world doesn't know. I feel like a fire. I can't wait to light up the whole sky at this moment and let the world cheer for us.
? "quick! Come on! Come on! Let's rehearse several times while we still have time tonight! Whether it rains or not, go directly to the podium to rehearse! ! "It's still raining. It's a terrible time. The official competition will be held the next day, but the rehearsal of our team's cross talk is not ready yet. The headmaster asked us to handle it in one night. Xiaowu played music, and we rehearsed repeatedly in the rain, starting from the first step on stage. We repeat our lines over and over again: "Some people say that no one can play this role better than you." "I said, what if I play it again?" ……
At that time, high school felt that my stage was everywhere, and Canglang's classmates traveled all over the school. Sometimes we sit together and chat, sometimes we talk to each other, sometimes we talk, and sometimes we coincide. Later, we often played chess on the playground, which is a very popular chess in the local area. Just draw a chessboard on the mud and grab a stone, and then you can dispatch troops and meet each other. Although time was tight in senior three, I didn't eat every day and had to kill a few sets, but at that time I didn't concentrate on playing chess, obviously I was waiting for someone who would walk by me. Now that we have gone, the stones that were once thrown on the chessboard have already been embedded in the soil.
? Rain, slowly I have feelings for her. Every time it rains, I prefer walking to running. It's just that Su Like Dongpo "doesn't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly?" At that time, I always liked to take a walk on the playground of Zhixing East Road, looking at the green everywhere, looking at the distant mountains and thinking about the secrets in my heart. Sometimes when I am interested, I will recite a poem aloud. Over time, everyone smiled and said, "Why not sing a poem?"
(2) Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
? "Today last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off, and people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." There is a fragrance coming from the Yu Xiu Pavilion. Looking at the peach branches in the peach forest, the peach blossoms are in bud and full of vitality. I can't help but think of Cui Hu's "Village in the South of the City". It is precious to find beauty in spring, but it is a pity to find it again. The steps in the Taolin are reflected by the peach blossoms that are competing to open, and the eaves of the Yu Xiu Pavilion are also blended with the peach blossoms that are blooming all over the sky.
However, from one end of the path to the other, I am the only one, and I can't see another person. So I sat in a chair and wrote:
peach blossom
? Qingyuan
The east wind is warm and the branches are new, and the deep red and light green intersect.
Beibei is as shy as a picture, and peach blossoms are full of poems.
Listen to the brilliant red of the porch, but the peach blossoms are not seen.
Looking for the spring scenery in the world, a fragrance is my heart.
? The college entrance examination is getting closer and closer to us. While we are looking forward to graduation, time has slipped away. Finally, I'm leaving. I have to go home early to prepare for the college entrance examination. I can't wait to spend the last night and the last class with you. However, I still have too much nostalgia and disappointment in my heart. I miss this familiar corridor, those beautiful flowers and the playground where I used to run. On the day I left, I touched and measured every place with my body.
But what I can't bear to part with most is the girl in my heart, because I know that when I go, I will never have a chance to meet her on campus again, and I will never look at her with a ponytail and smile back. That night, I picked up a pen, after repeatedly wandering on the stationery, I wrote:
flowers fall
Qingyuan
The stars are shining, the lights are dim, and the spring breeze is also happy that year. The trees are rustling, the shadows are lonely, the moon is still watching, and a warbler is singing. Looking at the ancient road, I am full of enthusiasm and my heart will never grow old. How much do you know about the past when the wind is rustling, clothes are shaking and you are leaning on a dangerous fence alone?
Blue beard fluttering, pretty eyebrows, blue beard gentle and lovely, elegant and sparkling. Who wants to come and go? Think, think, think and taste a cup of fragrant mash. Orchids love empty people, and the distant room believes in dust and geese. Where is the sound of the piano? Yue, yue, yue, but only that road, suddenly still there, that winter.
Time has drawn the distance between us longer and longer, and I really don't know where my letter can be sent in the future. In the face of all this, I think about the story with unknown and expectation. I can only say: "At that time, only pottery was unusual." I can only leave the hope of reunion at every familiar intersection.
? (3) Relying entirely on the support of veteran cadres.
? After studying philosophy and history, I sometimes feel that teachers and students are two opposite classes. Teachers are the bourgeoisie, while we are the proletariat. It's just that our strength is too weak and there is no correct theoretical guidance, so it seems that we can only choose to obey the teacher's power politics. The teacher beat us and scolded us. Now I really want them to say more and criticize me. I really miss them.
My head teacher is a math teacher. I wanted to transfer to the previous geography teacher's class when I was just placed in class, but the class teacher refused. Later, I slowly began to contradict her, from getting along to admiring. She is cheerful, honest and frank. Sometimes she is a strict teacher, and sometimes she is like our brother. When I graduated, I became her monitor. When the distance was closer, I found that her hair had turned gray. On the day I left school, she shed tears. She told me, "The school has arranged for me to study abroad in two days. We can't take pictures together in graduation photo. When you come back, sort out the things in the class. " I didn't know what to say, so I bowed and left.
The Chinese teacher is a talented woman. I have always been impressed by her profound knowledge and unique opinions. We are friends who forget to make friends, and friends of poetry. We also often live in peace with poetry. Once she sent me a poem after she went to Chengdu and wrote:
Yonghuai Caotang 1
? Guo Changhua
On June 10, I happened to be in a group. Under the guidance of teacher Zhiwei, I went to Du Fu Caotang with Lin Yue, Mei Ying, Zhong Qin and Yongming. "When people mention Du Fu, they can ignore Du Fu's birthplace and year of death, but they will never forget Du Fu's Caotang." After browsing, you cannot own it, but you can make it.
Where is Du Fu's Caotang? Qingyang, Huanhuaxipan District.
Qintai goes back to Jinjiang, and Baihua Sutan is near Beizhuang.
The lotus pond reflects plum water and the bamboo red wall is the narrowest.
No words to fill in the column, the country's worries and poverty will not be forgotten!
After I finished reading it, I immediately began to make peace:
? Teacher He Guo sang a song about the thatched cottage.
? Qingyuan
The land of abundance, Jincheng, the hometown of the Three Kingdoms, is fascinating. Teacher Wen Guo visited Du Fu's thatched cottage, saw his poems and thought of Du Zimei's "scholarly" sentence. The teacher traveled all over the places of interest in Sichuan. If you go to Wuhou Temple, I still hope the teacher can burst into tears like Du.
Sophora japonica is backward, and willow color is new. The grass in Jincheng is green in June.
Jinjiang, the Yangtze River, follows the old friend. There is an ancient road between the ancestral hall and the thatched cottage.
Ban Jing met the dust in the West Sea and raised his glass to comfort his life.
Why not take a trip to the land and knock on the house? .
There are many teachers and stories about us. Autumn rain knocks down the leaves of plane trees and awakens the stories in memory.
I want to write all these stories into my book and keep our youth in words. I believe that true feelings will not be dusty, persistence has the meaning of persistence, and life has faith in life. There is no length of time, no distance, in fact, our yearning is in our hearts. As long as we keep the sunshine in our hearts and move forward all the way, when one day we suddenly look back, we will find that the next reunion we have been looking forward to is the best encounter for each of us.
Qingyuan
August 26th, 1965 438+09