Looking at the flower stand outside the window, the potted plants are still lush and there are not many traces of autumn. A cup of green tea should be a good choice at the turn of summer and autumn.
Nothing, just picked up a letter that had been written for a long time and flipped through it. A piece of paper. Oh, no, it should be said that a postcard slipped from my eyes. Once I couldn't find it anywhere, but today I got something unexpectedly. Perhaps, a series of accidents can really breed a necessity?
I saw it said, "You will leave in a few days, and you have nothing to show off. I present two poor works. I wish you a bright future! " ! Bon voyage!
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In Philip Burkart in autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Why not show first frost, but be a moon-watcher.
Today is still the same, roll your eyes and look at tomorrow morning. Is it something in the pool? Our generation will aspire to Lingyun!
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The vast interpersonal relationship, very sad and happy, meet you, talk to comfort.
The cloud steamed Xia Wei, but can you remember it? High mountains and flowing water, talk about tomorrow.
Long and clear, lingering with you,
Don't die, but remember the sunset!
Looking at the familiar handwriting, childish tone and rough sentences, I can't help but smile. Some yellow and faded postcards that have been dusty for nearly 20 years are so heavily displayed that they seem to be arranged in the dark. A moment ago, I seemed to see the long years of the lush era.
It is said that this postcard was written a few months before the college entrance examination 20 years ago. Honey is going to Hohhot to go through the college entrance examination related procedures, because Honey's household registration is in Hohhot, and she only borrows from Tianjin, even though she is a native of Tianjin. (Because there are traces of alteration on this card, I made a manuscript left and right. )
My school is near a small river. There is plenty of dinner time after class in the afternoon and before self-study in the evening. During this period, students can temporarily relieve the heavy academic pressure. Because we have plenty of time, Honey and I often go for a walk by the river after dinner, watching the gurgling river, watching the willows on the other side and watching the endless stream of people. In my impression, there was not much rain in those years, and there were bare riverbeds on both sides. During this time, the river is quite lively, and students in twos and threes can be seen everywhere. There are people who laugh and play, and there are people who throw stones in competitions. The most common is walking, holding a book and studying hard. Sometimes I choose a clean place to sit down and chat with honey. The content is very wide, with little girl's thoughts and family experiences.
Compared with honey, I am actually step by step, as if the real life has not yet begun, but I am taking the established route, so I don't have much understanding of life. However, honey's early experience was quite bumpy and tortuous. I'm always listening to her lamenting her ill-fated fate.
Honey's grandfather is a Chinese teacher in this school. After retirement, his second aunt took his place in the school-run factory. Honey followed her grandparents since childhood, and her writing skills have always been strong, and her literary literacy far exceeds that of children of the same age. I have envied her more than once (there is a unpaid tutor at home, and the effect is extraordinary. ), honey said, when you were playing wildly, I was detained by my grandfather to recite ancient Chinese! To tell the truth, I once complained that my grandfather gave me too much pressure, but now I am older and know my grandfather's good intentions!
I always wondered why honey wasn't with her parents, but then I realized there was a reason. Honey's parents are in the same factory, and her father is the backbone of R&D department. When honey was very young, my parents' factory was about to move to Hohhot. Others could choose to stay or stay, but my father, as the backbone of R&D, seemed to have no choice. Grandpa is distressed that his granddaughter is small. Second, I think the teaching quality in Tianjin is better than that in Hohhot, so I insist on keeping my granddaughter and raising her carefully. After several trips to Qiu Lai in the spring, Honey also had two sisters and three sisters. Although the family can't be in one place, it is also a comfort to look at the two centers of the earth and think about peace! But life is like this, and the sudden change of the situation is when you didn't expect it! Honey's father was in his prime, but he died of cancer that year! That year, honey was eight years old and honey's little sister was only two years old.
Honey's mother, on the one hand, has to bear the grief of losing her husband, on the other hand, she has to raise her young daughter, so the pressure of life and spirit can be imagined. Someone once introduced her to a new life partner, but honey's mother licked her calf and resolutely chose to support this broken home independently. It has also been suggested that honey's mother finally gave up after repeated weighing because relatives were not as good as going back to Tianjin to take care of them. Because she knows that once she goes back, families without hukou are like duckweeds!
When honey told me this, she changed her old laughing personality and looked very dignified. From her eyes and tone, I can strongly feel her depression and determination to share her worries for her mother. It is also because of the household registration problem that honey juice has to go back to the place where it is registered to take the exam. As a recognized best friend, after Honey left, all the teachers will send me a review material, and then I will sort it out and give it to my second aunt, who will send it regularly. Honey thanked me more than once, saying that it took me too much time, but as far as I am concerned, I really feel that it is just a little effort! A few years later, mother and daughter are still far apart.
It seems that we can only get together after the Chinese New Year. Of course, the focus of the party is honey. On the one hand, she is talkative and eloquent. On the other hand, her story has always been our concern. "How about this year?" I can't wait to ask. "What else can I do? As usual! " Honey said with a frown. The so-called old-fashioned, I also understand in my heart. Honey seems to say to herself, "What can you do?" ? As far as I'm concerned, I always make trouble during holidays. People are happy to celebrate the New Year with lanterns and decorations, but our family is fine and the New Year seems to have passed. Not only do we not eat or drink, but we are also gloomy! Honey sighed and said, "No, this year is the same as last year. My mother found out the old clothes and put them on, and mortals ignored them! My two sisters and I prepared a meal for my mother, but we put it down-you can eat it! Oh, you said this is thirty years old. Who dares to move chopsticks if I don't eat? I said a lot of nice things and finally ate my meal! To say that it is good at ordinary times, it is that when the Chinese New Year is over, the crime is more accurate than calculation! I said our mother has holiday syndrome! "
Listening to honey's words that are distressed and helpless, like complaining and teasing, I don't know why the word "gap" suddenly flashed in my mind. Hey! Isn't it? As a mother, when the child needs it most, the mother resolutely chooses to insist, but as a woman, she will have a huge psychological gap because of serious imbalance! This is the embodiment of her weird and unconventional behavior! Of course, I'm not accusing you, but I think people are really fragile. An accident may cause a lifetime of sorrow! Take honey's mother as an example. If it hadn't been for the factory relocation, if it hadn't been for her husband's early death, if there was only one of them, I don't think it would have caused her such an embarrassing and down-and-out life!
Life is like a star, but it is also like a blink of an eye.
Life is like a dream, who asked how many flowers fell in the dream? ...