There is a kind of feeling called Fa Xiao Classic Prose Chapter 1
In the process of growing up, many people will have such "Fa Xiao". They may be the most caring people in your kindergarten or elementary school. Classmates or "best friends", or playmates who were separated by a wall from you when you were a child. We caught dragonflies together, played hide-and-seek together, swam in the river together, and fetched cats and dogs together...
When you were young, that was it. A person who eats a steamed bun together is like a person who takes turns licking a popsicle and eating a handful of melon seeds;
It is someone who never calls each other by their names and always calls each other by nicknames when they meet;
It is the person who will always report to you as soon as possible, no matter what happens, good or bad;
It means that no matter how high your official position, your filial piety, how much money you have, he will keep scolding you when they meet you, and you A person who has no temper at all;
It is a person who has not seen each other for many years, but when they meet, they are not unfamiliar at all, and they immediately talk about everything like an old acquaintance.
The friendship between "young children" is often no less than the relationship between biological brothers and sisters.
After adulthood, these "little ones" may become your best friends and you talk about everything, and the time you spend together may even exceed the time you spend with your family. When you are with them, you can always open your heart without any guarding.
When you are depressed, sad, or in pain, they often become the best people to talk to, because they know you better, know how to comfort you, persuade you, and accompany you through your sorrow.
When you are successful, happy and happy, they will "celebrate" with you, high-five and get drunk with you. Those drunkards who are still staggering around the streets after midnight, shouting and drinking, are probably a group of "young people."
In today’s society, under the temptation of power and status and the impact of economic interests, the interactions between people have become more and more complex, and they have become more and more sophisticated and utilitarian.
Relatives have become estranged unknowingly, and there is a rift between friends. When classmates get together, they often compete consciously or unconsciously to see how well they are "getting along." There are inevitable conflicts in the workplace, which make people feel very "boring".
For urban people who are under tremendous work and life pressure, the ubiquitous sense of alienation makes them need to "grow smaller" to make up for the lack of intimacy. The "Fa Xiao" friendship formed in childhood is often less utilitarian and more caring; less formal and more relaxed; less polite and more casual. This pure and sincere "Fa Xiao" friendship makes People feel more at ease, more considerate, and more secure. In the face of "fading", it is often easier for people to be their true selves.
In today's cities, there are more high-rise buildings, but the distance between people is farther, and the probability of becoming a "little one" is also less. In those days, when a large courtyard and a row of bungalows lived next to each other, it became less and less common for my family to make a plate of dumplings and for your family to cook a bowl of broth.
As relatives, friends, classmates and colleagues visit each other less and less often, looking at the neighbors who have lived in the same unit for many years but do not know their names and never interact with each other, I can’t help but miss my childhood. Come with friends to "pee and play in the mud".
“When pear blossoms fall beside you, when drizzle drops fall on your cheeks, when the rustling autumn wind blows into your hair, when pieces of snowflakes float into your eyes, we have gone through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter together. , when I reached middle age, I realized that everything about me is closely related to you, and I have been unable to live without you..." A paragraph describing "growing up" moved me more than once and made me understand: There is such a thing in the world A kind of friend, no matter how far apart we are, no matter how long we haven't seen each other, we can accompany each other until we grow old.
Because, we are "growing young". There is a kind of emotion called Fa Xiao Classic Prose Chapter 2
The summer of nineteen years ago was the last time I saw you. In the fall of seven years ago, on the third anniversary of your death, I learned the sad news.
This year marks the tenth anniversary of your death.
Every time I think of my childhood, I will think of you.
We are neighbors. You are seven days younger than me. When I was a child, you were my only playmate, and your parents only wanted me to play with you because we were both weak and sick. Even if our parents wanted us to go out to play, no children were willing to play with us. Many games were played because of our physical strength. I can only be a spectator. At that time, the children were avoiding us because they were worried about accidentally hurting us, so we became each other's only playmates.
Later, we went to school together, did our homework together, and sometimes went to the infirmary together.
Your voice is very good, and your classmates call you the little singer. When we were in the third grade of elementary school, we joined the school's art propaganda team together. You sang and I danced. do you remember? Teacher Zhou, who teaches us music, often scolds you for wasting a good voice! I don’t know why, but you sing very well, but it’s hard for you to learn a new song. You often complain in front of me. You say that you have worked very hard, but you just can't learn it within the time specified by the teacher. Either you forget the words or the pronunciation is not accurate. Later, whenever there were new songs, you always asked me to help you make up lessons. When you got home, you took me to your home to teach you. When the teacher praised you for your rapid progress, you would look at me gratefully. In fact, I especially like to go to your house because you have a very charitable grandma. Every time I go to your house, she will treat me like her own granddaughter. I have never met my grandparents. It is your grandma who fills the gap for me. filled this vacancy.
Our friendship filled our entire childhood.
After graduating from junior high school, I went to high school, but you didn’t pass the exam because of your health. When I was in high school, due to a lot of homework and poor health, I had less contact with you. Occasionally, when I go home, I still have endless homework, so I can't take the time to see you. It wasn't until many years later, when I got married and invited you to be my bridesmaid, that we got together and talked about everything like we did when we were children. I remember you told me that you were getting married, but I didn’t know if I could get married. How could it be? You are younger than me, I am getting married soon, and you are getting married soon. This is what I said to you at the time.
I don’t know how many years later, we met by chance and learned that you were married and the mother of two children. Your husband was very kind to you and built a house in the town. A three-story building with a courtyard. From your fair and fat face, I see happiness. I envy you so much! You took me to your house. It’s so beautiful, you know? At that time, looking at your building and the smile on your face, I was really happy for you. Who said you couldn't get married? You lived a much happier life than your peers. This is what I said to you the most at that time. You keep telling me in front of me how good your husband is to you. You are a stay-at-home wife who hardly worries about anything at home except taking care of your children. I believe, from the smile on your face, I believe you are really happy.
Later on, we could only see each other when we returned to our parents’ home during the Spring Festival. Later, I heard that you went out on business with your husband.
The last time we met was in the summer nineteen years ago, when my son was three months old, we met at our parents’ house. We sat together and talked for a long time, mainly about the kids. You told me that you have two daughters, and your husband takes care of the three of you like treasures. He came back this time to go through the school transfer procedures for the children. You still look happy, but you are much fatter than before, and you are adorned with jewels, giving you the image of a rich lady. Do you still remember what Uncle Yang commented about us at that time? He said: Don’t look at the porridge in the pot, just look at the meat on your face. You two are the same age but have different lives! You also helped me tell Uncle Yang: She loves beauty and maintains a slim image, unlike me, who is as fat as a pig. I also hope that I can be as slim as her. The next day, you went back and we separated again, each busy with our own lives.
In 20xx, because my mother was critically ill, I returned to the place where we spent our childhood together. As usual, I went to see your parents and inquire about you. Who knew they told me that you have been gone for three years!
You left your beloved husband, young daughter, and elderly parents behind forever.
Did you know? It was like a bolt from the blue, and I didn’t know what to say for a long time. Your parents briefly talked about the situation before your death. I felt extremely sad from their words. I held back my tears, comforted me with a few words, and ran away. Out of your house.
This year is the tenth anniversary of your death. It would be great if you were still alive. The children are older and we have a lot of time to sing and dance together like we did when we were children. Unfortunately, you Now that I'm gone, I'm the only one talking to myself, recalling our happy childhood. There is a kind of emotion called Fa Xiao Classic Prose Chapter 3
My Fa Xiao Dwarf God, today we video chatted on the online software again, for him, from a certain perspective, I have nothing to say, Everyone is so old and busy with things in their own lives. Many years ago, maybe two years ago, we had very little contact, no phone calls, and no software chats. Why did he invite me to software chats so frequently during this year, so enthusiastically. I probably know some of the reasons for this.
I was very moved, so moved that I almost burst into tears several times. I know that he respects me, respects all those who love words, and those who love writing, just as I respect all literary friends in the country. , this respect comes from the heart. People who have never written may not know that, at least for me, I am very lonely. I have to admit that I hope to get the most basic care and understanding from others. Some people, some friends, and some have grown up saying that I like to do things that are not famous. Oh my God, what a shame and humiliation. This saddens me more than anything else. It insults me as a young person. This is contempt for all literature lovers. At that moment, my heart was broken and it hurt like a knife. No one knows that outside of words, many people only know that today’s writers are great, but they don’t know that the unknown people who are obsessed with words are actually great. Behind the tireless pursuit of dreams is the loneliness, persistent dedication and dedication that ordinary people cannot understand. Facing the reality of existential contradictions. Of course, the most important thing is writing. People have a sincere heart, present their clean soul to God, pray and bless everyone around them, people they know and don’t know, and give the mountain a warm name. I Just face the sea every day, and the flowers are blooming in spring.
I have been camped in Jiangshan for a year. I have a lot to say and a lot of long-lasting feelings to express. However, I am born dull and cannot write beautiful articles, and my typing is very slow. I graduated from middle school and spent one year in technical secondary school. Although my academic qualifications are very shallow, it does not affect my love for literature at all. I can't write beautiful articles, but I can always express my inner thoughts in writing, which is enough for me. Many friends don’t know that I have a hobby of literature, let alone that my words will be posted online. I thought about it again and again, and when I told my friends about my soul text, only the short god understood me, respected me, supported me, and moved me.
The Short God is actually not short at all. It’s just that he didn’t grow taller for a while when he was a child. We people laughed at him and gave him the nickname Short God. Now he is tall, handsome, a college student, has a beautiful girlfriend, and is about to enter the society and join the workforce, but I still can't change my words, and I even feel that he is happy to be closer like this, as if we were kids again. Every time I chatted on video software, I kept calling him "Doudu Shen" as if singing, and he also responded to me "Dudu Shen".
We had nothing to say, but we could always find something to talk about. I followed his mobile phone video to visit his entire campus. It was a cloudy day, the playground was damp, there was no sign of sunshine in the air, and there was no one in the long corridor, making it look lonely and lonely. I think of my year in technical secondary school, how similar it is. He said that he would graduate from college soon, and the school would hold a grand graduation event in the last few days. Everyone would go to a five-star hotel for a big meal and then disperse.
At this point, he was moved, a little choked up and speechless, so why am I the same?
Every time I chat with the short-term god software, the past events come to mind one by one. When I was a child, we used to play cards together, pee together to see who had the longest pee, steal things from the neighbor, and Smoking until the sunset, the two of them were confused and didn't know the way home - we were skating together in Shangrao County, in the gloomy July of the year before last, you said naughtily, grab her hand and eat her of soft tofu. You have always been a very cute, lively and energetic person. Being with you has reduced my melancholy days a lot. You are a very talented person, good at singing and dancing, good at eloquence, and good at sports. I am far inferior to you in these, and I admire you greatly.
Today, we had a software video chat again, and then I thought about the past again, and scenes from the past came to my mind.
This article is just to commemorate our friendship. There is a kind of feeling called Fa Xiao Classic Prose Chapter 4
I can’t remember when Fa Xiao became a gang, but the friendship between Fa Xiao is indeed a long time ago. Nowadays, we pay attention to the circle, but we have to use it as a gang when talking and laughing. In terms of discussion, when I was young, I helped the Xiyuan Gang. It was a comfortable and beautiful place to come together, and I liked it whenever I wanted to.
The girls who once lived in the old house in the west courtyard of the campus have been living in different places since they grew up. Although they reunited after a lot of troubles, the faces of mature women are full of smiles and charm. Still radiating charm between each other. Those traces that slowly flowed over the years have been flowing in the green years, and the mood of jumping for the flower season has never dropped.
A flower can be called a single branch, and several flowers can be called a cluster of flowers. Looking forward to the passing years, what kind of flowers will they be, and what kind of wonderful cluster of flowers will they be? Flowers bloom for a hundred days, displaying their dazzling beauty among the blooms. Flowers bloom and fall year after year, and I can't help but smile warmly from the bottom of my heart. It is the warmth and friendship cultivated for most of my life.
When I was young, I had no idea where my friendship was. I only knew that we would fish for shrimps in the river, fight frogs in the stream, swat butterflies in the jungle, stick cicadas in the mountains, and play by the well. The fights in the woods, the trouble on the hills, until those long, crimson words appeared, and those shocking big-character posters were posted on both sides of the path in front of the old house. They were so densely packed that they shocked the hearts of the gang. It seems that we have a deeper understanding and understanding of each other. Understanding the secrets of our fathers, doubting their past, and tremblingly seeing, listening and accepting. However, the hurried passage of time and the confusion of right and wrong have not affected the growth of friendship. Once it grows, it will be a deep love. .
When you are in love or married, it seems that your world is very small, and it seems that you are always hanging around your husband and children. Because that ancient saying with profound influence is always beating: My husband is the sky and I am the earth. However, if you think about it carefully, it's not like this: the wind is the wind and I am the sand. Haha, this is what I said when we got together again, how sentimental and affectionate.
The small world is the world of home. The pot sill, window sill, table, there are several areas of weak soil that need to be cultivated. That is the place that needs to be cultivated in a person's life. How important and how important it is to cultivate. It has become a tolerant heart, which can accommodate heaven and earth and all rivers.
I have tried my best to protect those few squares of land. I have already developed the ability to distinguish the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty on the pot table. The fragrance lingers in the house and on my lips and teeth. The fragrance on the window sill is also bright and gorgeous, relying on those prosperous things. The brocade-like green plant life is multiplying with each passing year; in front of the table, he is accomplishing his career with his pen, and there is a mature rhyme between the lines, which also carries with it the vicissitudes and hardships of the world. Growing flowers, cooking and accompanying your career, what day does not grow? Fa Xiaojian also gradually matured in these ups and downs exchanges, and at the same time he achieved many gains and dreams.
After many trials in the wasted years, and nearly decades of hard work, after the children began to venture into the world, they finally relaxed their minds and walked in their own world, working with the gang members. Let the children be happy together in a free and romantic way, go on a happy journey with them and talk about the future of happiness.
It’s still the rugged road, the power distribution room, the river, the sincere virginity, the fields of hope, and the eternal laughter. The power lines overhead, the sound in the gentle breeze, and the water plants in the river. Groups of people can be seen by the river, holding rowing gear and paddling the fish in the river meticulously. The same is true for my father. They greeted each other respectfully. It seemed that the people in the village were living carefree and contented lives. In the fields nearby, people were working happily. This is the true meaning of life.
The life in the village remains the same, but everyone feels very satisfied and rich. The real society forces us to pursue material enjoyment, but who is happy? My parents have also lived like this. They are still dependent on each other and their lives are wonderful. Although they are worried about this unfilial son, I must clarify that they are happy.
I have been thinking about those two boys. I'd love to go back in time. The water plants under the sunset, the laughter by the river, and the words of sympathy between each other. I was silent, Fa Xiao, grew up, matured, and now... There is a feeling called Fa Xiao Classic Prose Chapter 6
My Fa Xiao is now the mother of a 10-year-old child.
I attended her wedding during the winter vacation of my sophomore year. At that time, I didn’t even have my first love.
As people get older, they always like to reminisce about the past, and she is the part that cannot be bypassed. The two of us spent that boring, long, and endless childhood together. I gradually discovered that the people I met after her, including my sister, best friend, husband and even daughter, all had her shadow in them.
She is half a year older than me, and our two families have been neighbors for 17 years.
The earliest memory is when I was 5 years old. On a very hot summer afternoon, there was a sudden thunderstorm. We sat on the mat and ate the big peaches my mother brought back in the draft.
When I was 6 years old, her mother and I took us to the photo studio to take pictures together. We put rouge on our faces, wore hand-knitted sweaters, and had the popular doll haircuts at that time.
When I was 7 years old, I picked up a bird on the road. My mother dug out a very fat soil silkworm from the flower pot, but the beak was too small, so everyone was helpless. She cut off the silkworm and stuffed it into the bird's mouth. There was yellow mucus on her hands. I almost vomited.
8 years old, summer vacation. There was a big black mole on the back of her neck. I said it was really ugly, but she said you should remove it for me. We studied for a long time and agreed to smoke it first and then cut it with scissors. Halfway through the cut, blood started to flow from her neck. I didn't dare to cut anymore, but she didn't cry. Some hair was also burned off. Later, her mother took her to my house and said that I was cruel and ruthless, so I was beaten violently by her mother.
We were playing house on the roof of the building and we had an argument for some reason. She deliberately dropped the cement board she was holding on and broke my foot, causing a fracture. We broke up with each other for 2 weeks. Later, they smashed cement boards together to get steel bars and sold them to scrap collectors.
At the age of 9, we both got zero marks on a math test. I was so ashamed that I almost wanted to die. She kept comforting me, "It's okay. I've tried it several times and I can't understand the questions."
When I was 10 years old, during the summer vacation, I went to her house every day after the adults went to work. When she checked in, she rummaged through boxes and cabinets and broke her sewing machine and washing machine. I led her from her balcony to the balcony of my house, where we lived on the sixth floor. We led her to open the door. At that time, the doors had windows, and we opened the door almost every day. I secretly went fishing for crayfish in the rice fields of Nangang. She fell into the water once and I fell into the water once. Her mother hated me so much that she locked the door and balcony and nailed the windows on the door, forcing her to break off our relationship with me. There happened to be a crack under the wooden door of her house, so she took an ax and cut another crack, removed a board and drilled it out. We played for a long time throwing stones, because of the door, she was beaten and I was beaten.
When we were 11 years old, we agreed to poop together every day, because there was only one wall between the two toilets, and the secret code was to hit the wall with the clothes stick. Then shit and sing together. We take a bath together during the summer vacation, counting who has more hair and touching whose breasts are bigger.
During the winter vacation, we were sent together to the senior citizen activity center to learn calligraphy and sing popular songs.
We almost never went to class, stole money from home every day, bought instant noodles at the canteen of the senior center, and wandered around. I still remember the method she taught me to steal money, which was to pull the locked drawer to its fullest position and then use chopsticks to pick it up.
12 years old, on my period. Share experiences with each other. I use sanitary belts sewn by my mother, which I wash every day, and she uses sanitary napkins. I envy her.
When I was 13 years old, I asked her about her midterm exam results under the window of her kitchen in the corridor of my house. She said she was last, and I said I was second. I was slapped by my mother and she was scolded by her mother.
Later, the memories about her gradually became less and less. Although we still enjoy watching TV and wandering around together whenever we have time, I don't have enough time. I lived on campus, took entrance exams for key high schools, and went to college elsewhere. She graduated from junior high school and went to a grain school, dawdling around, falling in love, and getting married. She married the son of her father's colleague.
During the winter vacation of my junior year, I went to see her with another girl named Pan who also grew up. She had just given birth to a baby and was living with her parents-in-law. The cramped little house was filled with the smell of diapers and urine. We talked about the brand of sanitary napkins. She was waiting for her son to poop, and asked why the butt pads were so expensive. ? When I raised my eyes, I had a look of disdain on my face.
During the winter vacation of my senior year, I went to see her and had dinner at her home. I thought her sister-in-law was very nice and very warm to me. Later she said that her sister-in-law didn’t call her sister-in-law for more than a year because she looked down on her while working in the foot-washing city, but she looked down on me. At that time, she could earn one or two thousand a month's salary, bonus, and tips, which was quite a lot in a small county town. She also helped pay for her sister-in-law's tuition. Yes, for such an honest person, she must have been bullied by her husband's family. Even I used to bully her when I was a child.
After working, I settled in a place thousands of miles away from home, and gradually realized the difficulty of starting from scratch and the indifference of human nature. Every year in February, I receive birthday wishes from her. Apart from her parents, only she, not even her biological sister, remembers her. And I still don’t know when her birthday is.
The year before last, I was on vacation and took my husband and daughter to see her, carrying a box of milk and a bag of fruit. Her family has moved into a newly bought house on the seventh floor in a very old community for only 20,000 yuan. My husband works out of town, my children go to school, and my home is empty except for a TV, a washing machine, an air conditioner, and not even a computer. Speaking of her son, she smiled and said that her grades were as bad as hers, and he always wanted things, buying this and that. Yesterday, he asked her to buy a pair of shoes that cost more than 100 yuan, but she didn't buy them because she had no money. Her husband only gives her 500 yuan a month for living expenses and doesn't let her go to work. Now she just picks up the children and buys groceries and cooks every day.
Later I heard that she met a man while washing her feet and almost ran away with him.
Her family forced her to quit her job.
When we left her home, she forced 200 yuan into my daughter’s pocket. After reading books for so many years, I never thought of sending money to her son. Did you not expect it, or did you not think about it? Later, I bought a pair of shoes for her son, and she asked me to return them. I almost burst into tears. I said it was your money, but she said it was not easy for you either.
There are always many people coming and going in life, but the most precious ones are always only a few.