everything in the world is not without reason. South of the colorful clouds, the dream trip hovered in my mind for a long time. Hong accidentally sent a beautiful picture of the United States, and the writing was full of praise. Hui praised the beauty and really wanted to make an appointment; I was deeply moved, too, and fell into it. It's the end of the college entrance examination and the final exam of primary school. I have nothing to stumble over and nothing to worry about. Why not make it a boat that is not tied? Also known as: Give Xuan Er an independent opportunity, hehe. When I was in the mood, I immediately invited Yang Heling to go with me.
yang, without hesitation; Ling, even more playful, is ready to respond. Wherever there is beautiful scenery, there is her beautiful image. In view of the first time that the three of us went to Zhangjiajie, we had a miserable experience of running around and tearing apart tendons and bones. We must do our homework and find a strategy for this trip.
before you start, your heart is surging. Yang, also very excited and more filial, announced that she would take her mother-in-law with her. Ling, whose rectum is straight, quit when she got cold feet, because she was worried about the high blood pressure of the elderly, which was understandable for every reason. Yang can lay down his life to accompany a gentleman, how can I not be old and old?
With this, my heart is full of ups and downs, and my thoughts are full. trouble sleeping, because he misses his closest relatives, feels sad. Grandma has worked hard all her life, but she regrets that she has no ability to take her old man with her and serve her old age. When parents go away, they want to be filial and can't bear the sorrow of the wind tree. When I was a child, the greatest luxury was to look forward to the New Year, and I could get two red ropes. Occasionally, when I tied braids with red ribbons, I was full of joy and joy. If my parents had more money, it might be an unexpected surprise to cut a piece of cloth to make a cotton-padded jacket cover. I don't have much memory of clothes, only once. At that time, my sister was seven or eight years old, and my parents took her to Shanghai. Then I was only four or five years old, and my memory was vague and it was difficult to verify. When my parents came back from Shanghai, they bought a dress for me and my sister for the first time. It should be the first time for me and my sister to wear a dress! My sister's skirt is suitable for my identity, elegant and long, very ladylike. I remember that there is a row of buttons in the front row, and the fabric with milky white and light green flowers is not clear. Hehe, maybe I am too focused on my own. My skirt is lively and exotic. The neckline is not an ordinary round neck, but a square. Above the chest, it is made of dacron cloth as white as snow, edged with red and white plaid cloth. The following is a pure red and white plaid. The skirt is short and pretty, and the skirt is wide, which makes me wear it with joy and keep spinning. My mother usually doesn't pay much attention to her daughter's dress, but she also stops to look at it carefully, and her eyes are full of appreciation joy and even pride. I used to feel that my parents didn't cherish my daughter very much, but that skirt has always stayed in my mind clearly, and sometimes it was enlarged and then enlarged. What it enlarged was actually the love of my parents. This love has always been there, perhaps just covered by poverty.
after taking part in the work, most of the monthly salary is given to mom. Eating and living at home is useless to me. Because my mother likes bananas and ginger candy, she has to buy a bag of them every time. Dad, as a leader in the unit, wears a Chinese tunic suit year after year, and it doesn't add anything new when washed white. Although he refused, he always pulled a piece of cloth and asked the tailor's aunt in the front row of his house to make clothes for dad or something. Dad and mom have never traveled far apart from business trips, let alone travel. At that time, McDonald's was just emerging in the city, and once I dragged them to Yangzhou to have a look and took them to McDonald's next to Wanjiafu to eat hamburgers. Mom accidentally spilled the coffee, which was very embarrassing, and she was at a loss as a child. I still feel pain when I think about it. Every time I see Sister Hongmei, who loves to walk, playing around with her aunt, my aunt is happy and smiling. I want to walk, surrounded by my grandmother and parents. The poor life deprived their parents of the opportunity to be educated and knowledgeable. Life was heavily in debt to them, but when they were able to repay it, they had no chance. The dead are gone, so we have to be kind to the living, waiting to take our elder sister and invite our younger brother for a leisurely trip. If you can be with Hui, it will be a great pleasure in life. Alas, my beloved sister is so tired, when can I get out of the mundane triviality? Therefore, every time you travel, you cherish it, and you are always curious about everything, because everything you get may be an unattainable hope for others.
The new boss, the old second, and the third. I grew up wearing my sister's old clothes. Fortunately, I always enjoy the love and help of my neighbors. For example, Aunt Tang Dai, who is elegant and intellectual, bought Kodak film and specially kept it for my brother and sister to take pictures. It was the first time in my memory that I took such a formal and beautiful photo, because it contained a neighbor's love, and the photo was later preserved by me. Wei Hongjie, according to her mother, she lost her parents when she was a child, and was raised by her grandmother. After marriage, her life was finally happy. Later, she worshipped her as a goddaughter and enjoyed maternal love. She was bright and beautiful, and she frequently added clothes, so my sister and I took care of her a lot of clothes. Aunt Lu Guizhen, who graduated from junior high school, has a limited life and doesn't read much, but she is married to a knowledgeable husband, Mr. Fang. She studies English with her husband every day, enjoying herself and constantly adding value to herself. She leads a romantic and elegant life, which is full of envy and admiration. Teacher Fang is on a business trip. She likes to invite me to live with her. She is happy to tell me everything about her, including love stories. On the eve of the college entrance examination, she felt sorry for me and came to tell her mother that she would let me live in her house, give me a separate cabin, study hard and prepare some cakes and the like for me to be hungry at midnight. Previously, I had never enjoyed such superior study treatment, and I was so flattered that I had tears in my eyes. Time goes by, that year, Na Yue, that person, that thing, that scene, but it is deposited in the bottom of my heart, moist with long years. Silently pray for good people, and the years will be quiet.
to Yunnan, the first stop is, of course, the beautiful spring city-Kunming. Some people say that the nostalgia for a city may be because of a person or a relationship. I only have the concept of four seasons like spring in Kunming. Later, from teacher Sun's article, I learned about the Cuihu Lake, the soul of Kunming-Dianchi Lake, and the Buddhist holy land-Yuantong Temple, which is based on the Taoist saying that "you can't go anywhere without heart, and the sound is empty, the color is round." That's all we know.
I yearn for Kunming because of my old best friend, Dongling, and I only used to call her Xiaojin. The poet said: Walking, walking, it will disperse, and the memories will fade. After we got married separately, we really couldn't find each other. I couldn't bear to give up the search. After many twists and turns, I finally got in touch with her. I was so excited and excited, but slowly, this feeling seemed to run aground again. Perhaps because of him and him, the besieged city was isolated from a once sincere relationship. Do you get it just to lose it? Where can memories be broken? No matter when the intersection is the end, the sincere communication is real and dripping in my heart. You don't need to remember good things and good feelings, you will leave a deep impression.
xiaojinjia lives in guannan county, Lianyungang. His father is a land surveyor and his mother is the president of the county hospital. She graduated from the health school and worked in obstetrics and gynecology in the hospital. Later, because she was dissatisfied with her current job, she wanted to go out and make a living. Or because of the shyness of first love, it's hard to say, the boy left silently and went away to be a soldier. Kim was afraid of touching the scene and left to heal in other places. His enlightened and eager parents could not bear to stop him. The feelings of that era were so pure that there were no impurities, and they were deeply buried in my heart. I always thought you would understand, but I didn't know how to express them. Who knows, feeling missed is a lifetime. Just as Zhang Ailing wrote in Half Life that Man Zhen met Shi Jun after many years, there is only one sentence: Shi Jun, we can't go back. Simple words reveal heavy depression and sadness.
I always remember the first time I met Kim. I am one year old. I came to a factory department in our town to do laboratory work one year ago. As for me, I just started to work in the main computer room. No one knows, silent, shy and quiet. Walk home from work one evening. Suddenly, someone was riding a bicycle, and with a "hi" sound, I was shocked and suddenly turned around. Even if the other person was riding a bicycle, I could feel that she was tall and wearing a navy suit, which was quite popular at that time. Her hair was cut short, her face was smiling, the sun was shining, and wow, what a heroic daughter was. I secretly applauded. Without waiting to speak, she was already laughing at herself: was it a shock? Do I look like a boy? I smiled in silence. Since then, the prelude of our friendship has been opened. We soon became acquainted with each other to the point where we were inseparable. Clothes wear each other, and good things enjoy each other. I get jealous sometimes. Gold is a good cook. I often pick fruits and vegetables from my own vegetable field and go to her, and then make an appointment with a few friends to have dinner and chat, which is very enjoyable. Wages are often not paid in the factory, and we are all poor. She lives in the factory and eats in the canteen. The food is simple. When I go home for dinner, I ask my mother to leave a copy for Xiaojin. If it's not enough, save yourself a bite, pick up the rice in a hurry and rush to the factory. At that time, there was a new computer in the city, and both she and I wanted to learn it. I just started work and didn't get paid. Hesitant because she couldn't afford the tuition, she said boldly, let's go, I have it. In fact, she is not well-off, and often eats the last meal without the next. Born in a wealthy family, she has no coquettish arrogance of a rich woman, and she will not be ignorant of human sufferings. She resolutely refuses the help of her parents. I really admire her independence and hard-working spirit. After work, we ate something at random, so we had to ride more than ten kilometers to the city to learn computer. Although we were a little tired, we were full of enthusiasm and laughing all the way. There I met several poor students who also just left school. Respect each other and laugh at each other. One night, after class, my bicycle had a flat tire. Kim and I were unfamiliar with the city. A boy named Xiang Li lived next door to our dormitory and was in the same class. He volunteered and accompanied Kim and me to find a car repair everywhere in the middle of the night. I don't quite remember how it was repaired. I only remember such a thing, and what remained in my heart was a simple touch.
Jin is generous and optimistic, always joking and careless, which is completely a boy's character, but she is meticulous and considerate of girls. She seldom has time to be quiet, but when she is quiet, she can't help singing a song about Zhongxiao East Road in Tong Ange, which is the song that the boy won in the singing contest. I silently accompanied the sadness. Later, the benefit of the factory was not good, and the salary was paid once a year, which was not complete. I jumped out of the slot and let Jin live in our house. She helped my parents knit sweaters and do housework, and was more filial than me, more like a daughter than me, and she was deeply loved by my parents. When I went to the second factory, I often worked late shifts. It was dark and timid at midnight, and it was a long way from home. Jin worked tirelessly, rain or shine, and picked me up from work at night, sometimes early, especially to buy boiler cakes that I liked on the roadside before dark, and also gave me a few friends by the way. All my colleagues liked her and envied me to death. I had such a best friend. Perhaps, except grandma, the person who is so kind and meticulous to me is Jin. I remember once, Kim came to pick me up with a pump, and I was amazed. What's wrong? Without saying anything, she just giggled: hey, when I was leaving the door, I found that my bike was leaking slowly. Where can I fix it in the middle of the night? I had a brainwave, brought a pump, rode all the way, and cheered up all the way. Otherwise, why are you late tonight? I was surrounded by her self-righteous laughter and the laughter of a group of colleagues who suddenly realized, and I also bent over with laughter, full of emotion and pride. The simplicity, sincerity, enthusiasm, enterprising and unrestrained youth are beautiful and moving. Youth, after all, has to say goodbye, that unbridled happiness, that most beautiful time, always stings memories gradually.
Miyazaki Hayao wrote a passage: Life is a train to the grave, and there will be many stops on the way. No one can accompany you all the way, and you will see people coming and going, going up and down. If you are lucky, someone will accompany you for a while. When this person wants to get off the bus, even if he doesn't give up, he should be grateful and wave goodbye, because maybe another person will accompany you further at the next stop.
Kim, it's good to have you all my life! Seeing and not seeing, the friendship remains the same, silently thinking of each other, silent and happy.
A trip to Yunnan has not yet started, and my thoughts have trudged. Thousands of past events sleep in the bottom of my heart, like an active volcano. If one touches them, the magma of thoughts will burst out. Life is a field of walking, meet in walking, cherish in walking, cherish in walking, reminisce in walking, think in walking, and meet better in walking.