: Banquan Middle School Era
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Recently, my classmate Peixi chatted with me on QQ and said that the dam in your village disappeared and I went home yesterday. When I went to the grave, I planned to take a bus, walk the same road we had walked before, get off at the original toll station, and find the intersection to your village. However, I couldn't walk more than 300 meters and it didn't work.
He was very sad. He posted this expression on QQ and continued, "It has changed a lot. When walking back from home, I passed the Wangjia River from the river, but it didn't work anymore." , you can only go north and east from the middle of your village. Great changes occurred in the blink of an eye in forty years.
I said, yes, I don’t think we are any longer young. He said he was over fifty.
Peixi is my high school classmate. The village is southwest of my home. When we went to the middle school in the town to study, the weir to the west of my village was the only way for him and me to pass. More than forty years later, when he returned to his hometown again, he found that the weir he had walked through had disappeared.
It’s not just the weirs that have disappeared. After graduating from high school, the classmates went their separate ways, and many of them have never seen each other once, let alone contacted them.
On a weekend morning in the spring of the year before last year, I was riding on the bicycle path on the Wanpingkou seaside. The WeChat message on my phone rang. I quickly stopped, took out my phone and saw that it was someone named Jiu Yue. A netizen invited me to join a WeChat group. The name of the group was "Banquan Middle School Era". My heart trembled and I was so excited. We were in a group of classmates, so I accepted the invitation without hesitation.
Jiuyue replied quickly, it was really fast. I said, it is necessary.
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In early July of 1983, Jiu Bo and my classmates looked up from the junior high school textbooks in Daxuejia Lian Middle School, and from the quiet classrooms and I walked out of the winding alleyway of Daxue's house and took the high school entrance examination of Banquan Middle School on two consecutive rainy days. More than a month later, I received the admission notice. Naturally, I was very excited. This is the highest university in Banquan Commune. After three years here, my life has turned around.
I remember the day I walked into the campus, my eyes were filled with tears. In these tears, there was not only the difficulty and bitterness of my father and brother supporting me to study, but also my desire for knowledge and Yearning for future life. So I said softly in my heart, Banquan Middle School, here I come.
The school conditions at that time were not as good as now. There were no buildings, they were all single-story houses. The walls were made of bluestone carved into a mushroom shape and built to the top. The ridges were all covered with cement tiles. In the sun, The bright and tall building is divided into three areas and stands neatly in the center of the campus. There are three rows in the east area, which is the junior high school, four rows in the middle area, which are teachers' office areas and laboratories, and there are also three rows in the west area, which is the high school.
There is a wide sand road between the East District and the Middle District, with two rows of dense and lush poplar trees on both sides of the road. There is also a wide sand road between the Middle District and the West District. Tall and straight metasequoia trees grow on the side, giving people a sense of vicissitudes over the years. In summer and autumn, the grand canopy covers the two sand roads, making them refreshing and pleasant, inspiring students to continuously cultivate the spirit of progress and hard work. Confidence, knock on the door of knowledge.
In the southeast corner of the school, there are three or four rows of bungalows with red brick walls. This is the area for the families of faculty and staff. To the south is the boiling water room, kitchen and school-run factory, to the west is the playground, which has a basketball court and an oval track, to the north is a row of bungalows, including housing for teachers’ families and student dormitories, one near the west side of the gate. It is the school mailroom and security department. The classroom for Grade 13 is in the front row of the West District classroom. My second class is in the middle classroom, Class 1 is in the easternmost row next to it, and the dormitory is in the northernmost row next to the mailroom. in the bungalow.
At first, the dormitory had bunk beds, with wheat straw on the floor and cattail thatch spread on top. Later, the school improved the conditions and used iron beds with bunk beds. Qualified students could sleep from home. It was much more comfortable to bring reed mats and put them on top, but there were twenty-eight or nine people sleeping in one room. No matter how strict the order of the squad leader and county righteousness was, it would sometimes get out of control. In addition, there are mosquitoes and fleas in summer. And the smell of sweat, lice, foot odor and cold in winter are really unbearable.
Zhao Laijun, a physics teacher who was the head teacher, once joked that here, there are planes above, tanks below, and the room is full of smell, heat and cold. You just have to overcome the difficulties caused by such an environment. Mentally, even if I lose two kilograms of dried donkey meat, I'd better be admitted to a teacher's college in the future, even if I quit farming, I won't be able to live up to my parents' expectations.
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What I remember most is the three meals a day. In the morning, noon or afternoon, every time the bell rang for the last class, anxiety brewed in the classroom, and soon it became loud. Monitor Jun Yi shouted at the two students on duty and quickly lifted them up with a wooden stick. I went to the boiling water room with a tin pot to fill the boiling water. Because I got there late, the other classes had gone early to fill the boiling water, so I had to wait in line, and I had to delay eating. Not only was I starving, it also delayed the next class. Because of this incident, he didn't know how many times he got angry at the classmate on duty who was slow to lift Tie Shuo.
When the students on duty carried two large iron pots of boiling water into the dormitory, the students rushed to use the water ladles in the iron pots to ladle water into their own tea jars, waiting to be filled with boiling water. When the teapot came to his bunk, he opened the pancakes wrapped in a blanket or baggage from home and the pickles in a glass can, and ate them with relish. Some were croaking, some were telling jokes, and some were talking about an interesting math problem, and the meal was finished before they knew it.
There are a lot of pancakes and pickles. Five and a half days a week, two pancakes are eaten per meal, which is six a day and thirty-four a week. The pickles are packed in a can and eaten in one meal. The calculation of the amount is not precise, but the total amount is controlled. If you eat too much, you will not be able to eat it on Saturday, so you can only eat dry pancakes with boiling water. At that time, students from rural areas lived on campus and calculated this. When I walk home every Saturday afternoon, my family prepares to bake pancakes the next morning. Then they count out the pancakes that have been baked and put them on the lid. They wrap them in plastic wrap to prevent them from drying out, and then wrap them up. The cage cloth, along with the glass cans and bottles filled with pickles, were placed in a nylon mesh bag.
The pickles in this canned bottle are also very particular. For ordinary families, pickle lumps cut into thin strips are fried in a peanut fryer before being bottled. For more substantial ones, they are fried. Put some soybeans, peanuts and diced meat in the pickle strips, and the taste will be completely different. After putting the pancake buns and pickle bottles into the nylon mesh bag, it was already Sunday afternoon. I carried it with a wooden stick, with my schoolbag on one end and the nylon mesh bag on the other, and walked to school. So every Sunday afternoon at four or five o'clock, at the school's main entrance facing north-east, you can see students carrying pancakes and school bags back to the dormitory in an endless stream.
There are steamed buns, stir-fried vegetables and stews with every meal in the school kitchen. They are only for teachers or students who have some money. People like me don't even dare to think about it. The classmate Ge Xiufa's family is from Sanyikou. His father does some small business and his family is relatively well-off. He usually has enough money to buy cooking in the kitchen. When he is not on duty to carry the boiling water, he will run in after class. In the dormitory, he picked up his other white porcelain pot and ran to the front kitchen. He grabbed a portion of stir-fried vegetables and hurriedly returned to his bunk in the dormitory.
He and I are "bunk brothers". He sleeps on the lower bunk, and I usually sit with him on his lower bunk to eat together. He puts the white porcelain jar filled with stir-fried vegetables on the Between me and him, he gestured to me, "You should have some too." I was embarrassed to eat at first, but after a while I saw that he was eating very well. At his signal, I stretched out my chopsticks greedily. He smiled and said, "Eat it, I can't eat that much." When he said he couldn't eat, it wasn't his sincerity, but his sincere brotherly love for me. The dishes he bought were the same for every meal. There were scrambled eggs with leeks, cabbage stew, spinach and egg soup, and different dishes. I said, how much does each dish cost?
Ge Xiufa said, there are some with fifty cents, some with two cents, and some with one cent. Later, I read Lu Yao's novel "The Ordinary World". When the protagonist Sun Shaoping was in high school, the cooking in the kitchen was still divided into three categories: A, B, and C. The A dishes were mainly potatoes, cabbage, and vermicelli, and some of them were mouth-watering. Large slices of meat cost 30 cents per portion; dish B is the same as dish A except there is no meat, and costs 15 cents per portion. Bingcai is far behind, boiled white radish - it seems that just to cover up the excessive blandness, a few spicy oily flowers are symbolically added to it. However, the price of this dish is quite cheap, only five cents per serving.
This reminds me that the vegetables Ge Xiufa bought contained eggs and pork in addition to vegetables, which were better than the A vegetables. Sun Shaoping's situation seemed to be worse than mine. After all, he was also good at B vegetables. Few can eat it. Sun Shaoping was in high school in the 1950s and 1960s, while Ge Xiufa and I went to high school in the late 1980s. After all, the eras are different, and society and families are progressing. This makes me still dream about eating with Ge Xiufa many times. The scene of his cooking in the white porcelain jar made me excited every time I woke up from the dream. I was always grateful to Ge Xiufa for taking care of me like a brother at that time.
After graduating from school, I worked in a township. It was a summer day and he went to visit me at my workplace. He said that he had graduated from the Teachers College and was teaching in Guanfang Middle School. Although he was a few years late, he Fortunately, luck favored him. I said, you study so hard, persevere, stick to your goals and never relax, and you are kind to your classmates. Such luck is a must.
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The teachers’ care is incomparable and caring. In the seventh year after coming to work in the coastal city of Rizhao, Kang Chuan, a classmate who works in Lanshan Port, called me on the phone and told me, do you still remember that English teacher Wang Lei? When Kang Chuan said this, the image of that young, beautiful and Mandarin-speaking female teacher immediately flashed before my eyes. She was transferred away before we graduated from high school. I said, remember, remember. He said, I know where she is now.
Kang Chuan is a bit pushy, so I say, you should just tell the truth. Kang Chuan heard that I was a little anxious and said with a smile, I just want you to be anxious. Wang Lei has been teaching English to our class since she was in high school. She had just graduated from Linyi Normal College at that time. She was in her mid-twenties, tall, tall, wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses, and her hair was cut short to the ears. She often wore The black suit made his face look white. As soon as he walked into the class, he announced the start of class in fluent English.
Her English pronunciation is very accurate and her words are clear, and her writing on the blackboard shows her personality. Maybe because she has just graduated, she does not have the flexibility to master the teaching methods taught by the teachers in the normal school. She usually speaks in one class After class, the blackboard had to be wiped three or four times. Every time she waved her right arm to finish one wipe, she would puff up her cheeks and purse her lips tightly, as if to resist the flying chalk foam, and her face would become slightly rosy, making her look red. It looked a bit strenuous. Then she continued her writing on the blackboard. Her English calligraphy was very standard. It was from the twists and turns of her writing on the blackboard that I formed the way I write English now.
She kept writing on the blackboard, and also asked her classmates to keep taking notes, that is, copying her writing on the blackboard. So when some students got tired of copying, they said she was rigid and inflexible. She also heard it and improved a lot since then. However, I still like her writing on the blackboard, and I am willing to keep taking notes along with her writing on the blackboard. This way, using my hands, eyes, ears and brain at the same time, it still plays a role in strengthening my memory. When I was a freshman in high school, I started learning from the fifth volume of junior high school English. Because most of the students in my second class didn’t have a strong foundation in English in junior high school, the school arranged to spend one semester first to finish the fifth and fourth volumes in a rush. Six volumes.
Maybe it was for me to learn English better. At that time, I was one of the students who was asked questions by Teacher Wang Lei more often or stood up to recite or go to the blackboard to do questions. I often heard her at the beginning of class. Calling my name, every time I heard her calling me, my heart tightened. Sometimes I couldn't answer her questions, sometimes I couldn't recite the text she assigned, and sometimes I couldn't write the words she assigned on the blackboard. , in front of everyone, I looked very embarrassed, but she didn't show any anger or accusation, she just nodded and asked me to return to my seat.
Her expression and attitude made me restless. Feeling that my performance was not worthy of her care, I secretly made up my mind to perform well next time and not let her down. It was with this secret determination that she finished teaching the first volume of high school English, and my English learning also achieved results that satisfied her. In the first half of the second semester of high school, she was transferred and replaced by another female teacher in the English class. It was not until we finished Lesson 7 of Volume 2 of High School English that our class was about to graduate.
During the season when the locust trees were blooming, I participated in the preliminaries for the college entrance examination in Linyi area. Until I graduated from college and started working, there was no news from her. So my classmate Kang Chuan told me that there was news about her. Naturally, I was very happy and anxiously hoped that he would tell me about Teacher Wang Lei's current situation. Kang Chuanhuan, I haven’t met her either. I just heard that she works in Ganyu County. I don’t know if she is a teacher. I said, do you have her contact information? Kang legend. No.
I fell into disappointment. Fortunately, Ganyu County is not far from Rizhao, less than a hundred kilometers by car. At that time, I heard that her hometown was in Jiangsu. She grew up in the home of relatives in Junan and was admitted to Linyi Normal College. After starting work, it was natural for her to return to her hometown to take care of her parents. Although Ganyu County is not a big city, it is still not easy to find someone without a specific address. I think that even if I see her now, her students are about fifty years old, and she may have gray hair and wrinkles on her face.
So, I remembered a saying often said at class reunions, "It's better to miss each other than to meet each other." Nostalgia is a look back at the years of youth, a longing for the people who were companions of youth, with infinite yearning, and meeting each other is a verification of reality. Youth is no longer, and ideals are gone, but in youth we strive to realize our ideals. The road will be fruitful, the personal career will be brilliant, the family will be filled with children and grandchildren, and family happiness will be enjoyed. Meeting is a kind of communication, a kind of enjoyment, and a kind of indifference. Various encounters and fates always happen inadvertently between people. Maybe an inadvertent move makes the other person deeply remember it. Maybe an unintentional smile adds a little warmth and warmth. good.
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Before the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, I told my classmate Peixi that I had to go back to Banquan Middle School. He said, why go there? The original appearance is long gone. Now it has become Banquan Town No. 1 Middle School, which was merged with the county Banquan Middle School and Banquan United Middle School. I said loudly that the record of my study experience at Banquan Middle School in my file was inaccurate, and I had to ask the current town No. 1 Middle School to issue a certificate. He said, come on, I know the principal there, and I am also familiar with Ji Xianguang, the secretary of the town party committee, who is also an alumnus of ours.
With Peixi’s promise, I confidently returned to Banquan to prove it. We first drove to the county seat, stopped at the gate of County No. 1 Middle School, picked up Peixi and drove to Banquan Town. Peixi said, it's almost noon, let's eat first and then go to Zhen No. 1 Middle School in the afternoon. While he was talking, he called to order food. When I heard that he was going to the restaurant in his hometown of Longwo Village to eat, I asked, is it too far? In the past, I always thought that the distance from the county seat to Longwo Village was more than 50 miles, which was a faraway concept. Peixi smiled and said, "You are lagging behind. Now that the roads are better and there are cars, don't worry, you can definitely get there before 12 o'clock."
Arriving at the party committee office area of ??Banquan Town, Ji Xianguang was already waiting at the door. He was very happy to meet him. He shook hands and said a few words before getting in the car and walking along Lanji Road to Longwo Village. , at the west end of Xigaoyu Village, we turned onto the embankment leading to Heli and Longwo Village. The embankment was already hardened and the car drove very smoothly. Looking to the west, we saw the wide and mighty Shuhe River. It's mid-autumn season, and the river is not too big, but the reed marshes from back then have disappeared without a trace.
I was a little confused. Peixi was flipping her phone upside down, as if sending a message, with a smile on her face and said nothing. Nowadays, the rural roads are indeed wide and smooth. Cars can go round and round on them. While admiring the picturesque autumn scenery in this area, we actually arrived at the east side of Longwo Village before 12 o'clock. That hotel. After getting off the car, I saw four or five people waiting there. Peixi smiled and said, I have a surprise for you. When my old classmates heard that you were coming, they all wanted to meet and have a drink. This time I only invited I’ve invited these few, and I’ll invite others next time.
As soon as I patted Peixi on the shoulder, I understood what he was doing with his cell phone just now, so I said in front of my old classmates, Peixi, I really have yours, what a surprise. When I looked at my classmates, there were Wang Yandong and Wang Deji, whom I had met several times before, and Xue Yanjie, Li Xuecong, and Liu Sihong, whom I had not met once since graduation. They received a call from Peixi early in the morning to free up a day. Since Kong came to meet me, I naturally admired my classmate Pei Xi for her determination and ingenuity in my visit. I excitedly shook hands with classmates I had met, and classmates I had never met gave me a big hug. The strength of their arms made me feel the kindness of my classmates.
Yan Dong has always loved joking. When he sat down at the table, he sat next to me and said with a smile, "Great writer, I read your "Banquan's Nerve" online. It seems like we are back to the time when we were in Banquan Middle School, but in the section where you wrote about the spring outside the school gate, you let people peek at the rosy heels of the female classmates standing in the spring. His words caused laughter from all the classmates on the table. I smiled a little sheepishly and said, it was just the situation at that time, the situation at that time, you will feel comfortable after seeing it.
When the table full of fragrant hometown dishes was served, the students naturally wanted to have a few drinks while communicating about their current situation. Deji said that when we reach our age, it is time to think about our children. Xuecong said, I got married early and have grandchildren. Deji said that when we have children from another generation, we should be closer than our own children. At that age when we had children, we were all struggling at work and busy in life, and had no time to take care of our children. Now that we have time, we have to take care of our children. love is placed on them.
Sihong said, to be honest, isn’t life better now? It’s conditional, unlike when we were always in a state of uncertainty. Yanjie said, if I had not gone to Banquan Middle School for high school, my life might not be as beautiful as it is today. The classmates were chatting, drinking liquor one glass at a time, and talking more. At this time, Deji said, among our classmates, Luo Zheng is the only one left. When Luo Zheng was suddenly mentioned, all the students on the table fell silent.
Luo Zheng is the squad leader of the science class after the separation. His family is from a tenant village. He is well-mannered. He was admitted to Dalian Maritime College the year he graduated. After graduation, he was assigned to Dalian Shipping Company and traveled all over the world. , had been promoted to the position of crew chief mate, and his career was booming. However, on a ship to Rotterdam in the Netherlands, he was standing on the deck working in the evening, and a wire rope suddenly popped up and hit his head. When he had a funeral in his hometown, many of his classmates went and felt sorry for him.
To be honest, all the gifts given by this world, whether they are pain or joy, life or death, are beyond choice. May we keep a peaceful heart, expect less, and be more grateful. Be more tolerant, stay calm, stay and go, smile forward, and be kind to yourself as you get older. Time will never come back again, and time will never go back. How far we can go on the road to aging depends on our body and mentality.
Upon seeing this, Peixi said, since today is noon, the students will not be allowed to drink too much. Let’s have fun and go see the newly built Shuhe Dam in Longwo. Under the autumn sun after lunch, with clear blue sky and bright light, the newly built Shu River Dam is clearly displayed in front of you. When the car is driving, you can hear the sound of water rushing in the dam hole. When you open the car window, you can also Smell the strong fishy smell rising from the river, it is a very pure smell of hometown. I can’t tell whether this smell is from Longwo or Chahe. It’s a kind of nostalgia that is entangled in my memory pretentiously. This is an original feeling, such as hometown or classmates. It is remembered and placed just because it is the simplest and has never been decorated. It is a primitive feeling.
After bidding farewell to other classmates, Peixi and Xianguang and I came to Zhen No. 1 Middle School. Great changes have indeed taken place here. The gate opens to the south, facing an east-west asphalt highway, leading to the Ju'a Highway to the west, and winding to the county seat to the east. When you enter the gate, you will see a spacious playground, a basketball court, and a football field. Going further north are three newly erected teaching buildings. We got off the car in front of the building in the middle. Principal Bian had already been waiting in the foyer on the first floor. This was exactly Peixi's careful arrangement. He explained his intention. Principal Bian quickly arranged for the staff to issue the certificate. The certification letter is stamped with the official seal.
Then he led us to visit the campus. When he came to the playground, he said that the No. 1 Middle School in the town was a merger of two schools, the county Banquan Middle School and the Banquan United Middle School. It occupied the sites of the two original schools, so the area was relatively large and the campus was relatively spacious. He pointed to an open space on the west side and said that the town is also planning to build three more teaching buildings there and merge the town's No. 2 Middle School in Liuzhuang. In this way, the teaching staff will also be strengthened. This is called a strong alliance. Better teaching results.
After passing the teaching building on the east side, Principal Bian pointed to the two rows of bungalows with red brick walls and said with great interest that these were some of the old relics left from Banquan Middle School during the renovation. First, it used to be three rows of bungalows, but one row was demolished. Now it is still housing for the families of faculty and staff. Turning to the northeast corner, Principal Bian pointed to a section of bluestone courtyard wall that was dozens of meters long and was hidden in the middle of the poplar forest. He said that this was from Banquan Middle School at that time, and it was left here because it was strong. After walking around the campus, he said that there are only two old images of Banquan Middle School that can be seen now.
When I looked at these two old ruins, my mind seemed to fly back to my high school days. Images of people and things from that time came one after another, as if it was just yesterday.
The expressions of Peixi and Xianguang seemed to be sighing. Time flies. Before they realize it, the time in Banquan Middle School has gone like a shuttle. In the past thirty years, great changes have taken place here, leaving only There are two old traces that can be recalled. The quicksand of time, while cruelly impacting the changes in the environment, is also ruthlessly diluting the green of the tree of life of my classmates. The years of youth have gradually gone away. It is really that things have changed. Human beings are no longer the same.
Peixi said that once you live here, it will remain in your heart forever. I said, yes, Banquan Middle School will always be young in the hearts of students who travel to other places.
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After returning to Rizhao, whether at home or at work, the old and new images of Banquan Middle School always flash before my eyes alternately. Times are progressing, and town construction is also developing rapidly. The old Banquan Middle School should give way to the new Banquan Middle School, so that students in the hometown can learn and grow in a better environment. Being immersed in old images is a kind of nostalgia, a kind of nostalgia, and a reluctance to leave the people and things in my hometown.
I remember when my classmates stayed here to read at night, they were just like young classmates and were full of high spirits. For more than thirty years, in a blink of an eye, we are far apart, working hard in our own positions, only communicating with colleagues and friends, just like struggling to swim in the vast sea without seeing the shore, Jiu Yue established "Banquan" "Middle School Era" classmates are like the lighthouse that emits a strong beam of light guiding the course at night, bringing the students back to their Banquan Middle School days.
On the bicycle path in Wanpingkou Scenic Area, I asked: Jiuyue, who are you? Jiu Yue said a little pretentiously, guess what? I said, I am not sure who you are, but you must have lived in Banquan Middle School. She sent her a smiling expression, and I replied what Peixi said: Once you live here, it will remain in your heart forever. Jiu Yue said with some emotion, I am in Class 1, Grade 13, and you are in Class 2, right? I said, how did you know? Jiu Yue said, after reading "Banquan's Nerve" written by you, I feel deep nostalgia for Banquan Middle School in my memory every time I read it. I said "oh", got it. Later I found out that Jiuyue was Fanfen, the popular science girl who always laughed at everyone. After graduating from Binzhou Medical College, she and her husband traveled to the South China and came to Shenzhen. Now their career is booming.
I entered the group and saw that more than 80 classmates had gathered here. The atmosphere was very lively. I felt like I was attending a grand class reunion. "Welcome old classmates to return to the team!" Jiu Yue spoke first. Then some classmates said, "Old classmate, where have you been after all these years?" "I am Hong Quan, do you still remember me?" "I am back in the arms of my old classmates again, thanks to WeChat!" Faced with this sentence I was a little excited by the warm words, and quickly replied: "I am very excited to see my old classmates again after many years and see the familiar names. I miss you so much!"
"Old classmates" are three words. In my mind, there is more maturity and friendship than the three words "I love you", more tolerance and understanding than the three words "old comrade", and the three words "Hello everyone" are more Out of reach, a small witch can see a big witch. At this moment, it makes me feel happy.
Yes. Happiness is not rich or poor, it is a feeling. The homeless man sat on the stone slab to bask in the sun after eating, he was happy; the rich man drove a luxury car into the mountains and built a new school for the children, he was also happy; he worked hard and scrimped on food and clothing to provide for his children, and the children became successful and ranked on the list, and the parents were happy ; The son traveled far away, and he still saw his parents standing there waving vigorously. At that moment, the child was happy; after the couple had a quarrel, the husband did not forget to put her favorite vegetables into her bowl. At that moment, the couple was happy.
Isn’t it a blessing to meet classmates and recognize each other? In the group, old classmates chat about daily life, relax, and count the numbers in words. How many wrinkles are there on your head? How many wrinkles are there on your head? The root of my hair is gray, and I feel even more happiness. Everyone can understand the occasional typos, just like an old man drinking tea, dipping half of his beard into the bowl, and taking a long sip to quench his thirst. No matter whether it is Tieguanyin or Pu'er tea, what he experiences after drinking to quench his thirst is happiness. Whenever good news is announced to a classmate, the old classmates in the group send red envelopes to each other and grab red envelopes to congratulate each other. What they send and grab is the joy and happiness.
At this time, I suddenly remembered the evening self-study in Banquan Middle School. On the playground, my classmates Kong Jing and Pei Xi took advantage of the winter moonlight to pick up small wooden sticks and learn to use runtu to stab each other. The fighting was decent.
The sound of morning reading in the classroom rang loudly in my ears: "A golden full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and below is the sandy land on the seaside, with endless green watermelons growing as far as the eye can see. Among them is an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. The young man wore a silver ring around his neck, held a hook in his hand, and stabbed a harpoon with all his strength, but the harpoon twisted its body and escaped from his crotch..." Immersed in such a situation, I What is experienced is also the happiness of memories.
The power of the Internet is more powerful than Sun Dasheng’s Somersault Cloud. Whether we are close at hand in our hometown or in a distant place, it brings us together and we can say "Old Classmate" even though we are far apart. , don’t mention how happy I am. In the song "Young Friends Come to Meet" and "Qinyuanchun.Changsha", "Cha is a classmate of a young boy, in his prime; scholarly and business-like, scolding Fang Qiu." I feel that they were written specifically for old classmates.
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A few days ago, Peixi continued to chat with me on QQ. He said that his son who worked at the thermal power plant during the National Day last year got married, and I really became a daddy. My son, when the wedding was held, several tables were attended by classmates. Looking at the joyful eyes of the classmates and listening to their heartfelt blessings, my heart felt so warm. I saw the shadow of our youth in my son. I said with emotion, yes, the youth of the next generation is a replica of our Banquan middle school days. Although we don’t feel old yet, when the children grow up and reach the age when it’s time to get married, they just We are older.
The youth and beauty that once existed in the background of the fleeting years, the hustle and bustle of the city and the pain of life, have turned into the silent care and care of gratitude and kindness. Through the "Banquan Middle School Times" WeChat group, old classmates have "met", but I don't know when they can really "get together". When they meet, they give a big hug, listen to each other's heartbeats, and feel each other's physical strength. This voice and strength come from the love and remembrance of my classmates for more than thirty years.
The classmate group chat brought us back to the innocent Banquan middle school days. I myself felt a lot younger, and the young faces of my classmates always flashed in my mind. "Don't let the good memories fade away in our hearts. There are still so many seasons in life that we will face and overcome together. Looking forward to the future, we will continue to work hard and never stop one step at a time. Let's pursue together and let our dreams fly towards our ideals. "The wilderness." The lyrics of "Old Classmates" are an accurate expression of my mood at this time.
I miss the green years of Banquan Middle School because the years of this era laid a solid foundation for each to struggle on the road of life, allowing the students to witness a great era and participate in this great era. The construction of the times. In this process, we have been brilliant, depressed, confident, hesitant, cried, and laughed. It is precisely through the baptism of these years that we have the sophistication, maturity and prudentness we have today. In the days to come, don’t be impatient when your parents are nagging you; be patient when your children are disobedient; don’t be discouraged when your career suffers setbacks; be ready to make a comeback; when things go well at work, don’t be arrogant and be patient. Only by being prepared for danger in times of peace can you survive a hundred battles.
Many years later, on a street not far from the town middle school in Banquan, in a small restaurant listed as "Exclusive Memory", two people in their seventies and eighties sat face to face at a simple wooden dining table. The old man, with incomplete teeth, was chewing hard on the fragrant bran pancakes freshly baked in the restaurant. There was a plate of shredded pickles with diced meat and two bowls of soup in front of him. He was enjoying himself leisurely and indifferently. look.
An old song sung by singer Pang Long more than 30 years ago was playing in the restaurant: Old classmates are an unforgettable time, old classmates are an incomprehensible complex, and old classmates are a world of memories. Years of wine, old classmates are the same homework. After recalling the overlap of life's ups and downs, I understand that the true feelings of my classmates are the purest, and I can retain those years and the feeling of old classmates.
"Hey, Lao Liutou, don't pick up the shredded pickles on my plate. It's not much." "That's a lot, not much. Lao Shi, you weren't so stingy back then. And Didn't you eat too much of that can?" Two pairs of old, shriveled hands began to fight for the plate. When the two glasses faced each other, their cloudy and short-sighted eyes suddenly became gentle, so they rushed to pay for it.
Because they are old classmates from "Itanquan Middle School".