In my dream, the fields and hillsides in my hometown are covered with zinnia of various colors. Red, pink, rose, orange, purple, lavender, yellow, khaki, apricot, brown, lotus root powder ... single-layer, double-layer, multi-layer ... big, small ... passionate, shy and half-smiling, reserved and coquettish ... All zinnia plants are growing after the rain.
The scenery in front of us is so beautiful! This ocean of zinnia submerged a pair of elegant middle-aged women, who were together again like children, and they hugged each other. ...
One of them wore a light blue floral cheongsam, wrapped in her slender and curvy body, a curly brown perm shawl, and Qi Mei's eyes shone with happiness under the bangs. Two small locks of curly hair hang down to the chest, looking quiet and elegant. She is already a well-known female writer, smiling quietly ... this is naturally me.
What about the other one? Wearing a military uniform, she looks like a capable female cadre in the army. Now she is a famous professor in a military medical university. She was my best girlfriend when I was a child-Shiya. It seems that she is still so cute, as if a little childish, but she maintains the elegance and innocence of her childhood. She still likes ear-length short hair, which is no different from 30 years ago. She looks so capable.
She and I, in such a beautiful sea of zinnia, sat down and started talking about Kan Kan, and talked a lot ... from the morning when the sun rose to the sunset. ...
When those beautiful zinnia are covered with a beautiful golden color by the sunset, we are also covered with a golden color; Finally, the soft moonlight shines on their faces and bodies, as well as on our faces and bodies; Finally, we walked hand in hand in the sea of zinnia in the moonlight. ...
In fact, I have had the same dream many times. This dream is exactly what Shiya and I designed for our future when we were young? I fell asleep again last night. Do I still want to be elegant? Or is she thinking about me again? This dream has been bothering me for so many years, and I must start writing it today. So, I turned on the computer, carefully searched some traces of my association with Shiya, and then carefully recorded them. It's like I went back to that innocent age 30 years ago, and I saw it. ...
In my hometown, there are two seven or eight-year-old girls among the flowers of zinnia. One has a croissant braid, and the other has ear-length short hair. They used to play happily on the Yuan Ye covered with zinnia grass, sometimes chasing flying butterflies, sometimes picking a few beautiful small wild flowers and putting them in their hair ... leaving a bunch of happy laughter ... When they grow up a little, they also sit under the bright blue sky and white clouds in their hometown and talk about their ideals. ...
The memory is a little weak, as if there were flowers. At that time, Shiya, like her beautiful name, was a very beautiful and lovely little girl. She is not only beautiful, but also smart, with a good personality, lively and active, enthusiastic about people and willing to share everything with others. She is the most beautiful and understanding girl I have ever seen. It can be said that she is a good girl that everyone loves. Not only that, she also has an enviable family: a beautiful mother and a handsome father. Her parents are both teachers.
Adults say that Shiya's parents belong to educated youth who go to the countryside and come from big cities. Her mother teaches Chinese, while her father teaches math and nature. Not only that, they are also scholarly families, and they can play chess, calligraphy and painting. So I am full of admiration for Shiya and her family. Even in my dream, I hope my parents can be as knowledgeable and cultivated as her parents.
People can't choose their origins, and neither can their parents. Fortunately, Shiya and I are of the same age, so naturally we can go to school in the same class. And since I entered school, she and I have been deskmates. Shiya was smart and studious since she was a child, and I worked hard, so our grades were often even. I envy her having parents who are teachers to help her with her lessons, and she also likes my efforts. So we became the best playmates and golden partners in our studies.
At that time, it happened that her parents were teaching our class at the same time, one was teaching math and the other was teaching Chinese. In other words, Shiya's parents are my teachers. They especially like me, a good student who studies hard, and often invite me to study with her. The so-called accompanying reading means reading her books with Shiya and, of course, doing homework together.
My home is close to the school, while hers is on campus. The teacher's house is two ordinary houses with simple furnishings, but clean and tidy. In addition to the tables, chairs and beds for eating and sleeping, the most conspicuous things in the room are two bookcases and two high and low cement bar machines. The bookcase is full of all kinds of books, natural, scientific and literary, as well as some picture books, which are generally picture books. There are many flowers on the wire stripper, such as plum blossom, chrysanthemum, bluegrass and clivia. There are also several bamboos planted on both sides of the teacher's door, which are green all year round. At that time, Shiya quietly told me that Meiju was one of the four favorite gentlemen of the painter. After listening to Shiya's words, I looked up and saw that it was Mei's Zhu Lanju hanging on her wall! Shiya also told me that Four Gentlemen was painted by my father. When she told me, her eyes were full of pride and pride. I really envy her.
Shiya also told me that her mother likes literature best and likes reading the Book of Songs. As she said this, Shiya dug out an old Book of Songs from the bookshelf and showed it to me. For a child who has just entered the first and second grade, I still don't quite understand the meaning of literature and The Book of Songs, but since then, I know that The Book of Songs is the earliest and most beautiful poem in China. And I also know the meaning of the name Shiya. In fact, I hope Shiya can be poetic all her life, right?
At that time, I liked reading her books very much, and sometimes I stayed at my teacher's house for dinner. Even if it rains, it is possible to spend the night at the teacher's house. There is also an electronic piano next to the bookcase in the teacher's house. Shiya often plays and sings, and sometimes teaches me to play and sing. It's a pity that I don't have much musical talent, so I can't learn. However, Shiya is different. She was gifted at singing and dancing since she was a child. No wonder she is so happy. I sometimes think she must have inherited her parents' excellent genes. Apart from reading and writing, I have no talent and feel inferior in front of poetry. It was also from that time that I secretly made up my mind to study hard and grow into a learned person like my elegant parents in the future.
Since my alma mater is located at the foot of the mountain, Shiya and I will go to play in the fields every school and weekend. In fact, it was a poor age and people lived a hard life. Our children sometimes have to help their parents do what we can. For example, I often take baskets to pull weeds in the fields and feed them to rabbits.
At that time, Shiya's family ate state grain. She didn't do farm work or feed livestock. At that time, my little head didn't understand why people were born unequal, or why everyone was born with a label. Because my parents are farmers and I was born a farmer, I have to do farm work. Shiya was born to eat state grain and didn't want to do farm work.
I envy her so much. She can wear a flowered skirt made by her mother, like a little princess. In my spare time, I can read so many books, practice the piano, watch my father draw, listen to my mother read poems, and help my parents take care of the beautiful flowers and plants at home ... I especially like her pot of Clivia with elegant trumpet ... and I can only wear rustic clothes sewn by my mother. No extra-curricular books to read, no electronic piano playing, and no beautiful Clivia at home. ...
However, Shiya sometimes even envies me. ...
Once, Shiya came to my house to play. Just in time for my long-haired rabbit to give birth. The tender and pink bunny looks cute, so she comes to my house almost every day after school to see how the bunny grows every day. For example, when did the rabbit start to grow hair and when did it open its eyes ... Later, she wrote an observation diary about the growth of a rabbit.
When the rabbit is full moon, it doesn't need to eat its mother's milk and can live independently.
Shiya and I watched the rabbits change from a small head of meat to a white fluffy rabbit day by day. Looking at their long, flexible and beautiful ears and red eyes, we can't help but admire: what lovely little rabbits!
That day, Shiya had an idea for the first time. She wants to ask her mother for a pair, but she is too shy to ask. I just silently held a small white rabbit in my arms, reluctant to let it go. She gently put the rabbit on her little face, stroked the rabbit over and over again, then held it in her arms and combed its white and shiny hair. ...
Both my mother and I understand the meaning of poetry. She likes rabbits so much! Mother said enthusiastically, "Girl, do you like rabbits?" Shiya nodded, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and looked at her mother with expectant eyes. "Well, aunt will give you a pair, but you must promise aunt to keep the rabbit well, ok?" Shiya jumped up excitedly: "Thank you, Aunt!" That day, my mother gave Shiya a pair of rabbits and a rabbit cage.
So, after school, we quickly finished our homework and then went to pull the grass. Although she doesn't have to pull a lot of weeds, she will accompany me and help me pull the basket as before.
Most of the time we go to the fields or hillsides, where all kinds of crops are planted and the eyes are green. Corn, sweet potatoes, peanuts, soybeans, yellow smoke, sesame seeds ... and some weeds and wild flowers naturally grow in some open spaces. Some can name, some can't. So the vast fields and hillsides have become places where we exchange our lives and dreams. It was also there that we met one of the most common flowers-zinnia.
At that time, we especially liked summer, especially the fields after the rain in summer. Everything has been washed away by rain, so fresh and cool! I don't know why, at that time, the sky was particularly blue and the clouds were particularly white. Although we are still young, it seems that the Buddha's sky is very low, as if we can touch the blue sky with one hand and often see rainbows. Everything is so beautiful! Also, after the rain, many fungi and mushrooms will suddenly appear where weeds and wild flowers grow. Many fungi are as blue as black fungus soaked in hot water. My mother said it was sweet potato skin, so you can eat some. At that time, I especially liked to sit on the clean rocks on the hillside with Shiya after the rain and watch the rainbow on the horizon. I can grab the velvet ears of small wild flowers and dog tail grass that are blooming around me, bite them in my mouth and talk about my ideals. A girl of eleven or twelve has planted her own dream in her heart.
That time, it was another rainbow day after the rain. I sat side by side with Shiya on a big rock. The rainbow on the horizon is so beautiful that the two ends are connected by snow-white clouds. "I really want to walk from one end to the other!" I said this sentence almost at the same time as Shiya. Speaking of this, we all laughed at that time. We didn't know there was a word called "heart harmony". I picked a bright red flower and handed it to Shiya. "Poetry, what do you think of this flower? Do you know its name? " Shiya took this ordinary flower, looked at it carefully and said to me, "Yes, my mother once told me that it is called zinnia, also called climbing flower step by step!" " Although very ordinary, humble, but her vitality is very strong! Look, it's all over the mountain! Xin, do you think it would be monotonous if there were only other grasses on this hillside without them? So my mother said this flower is good because it has a strong and persistent personality. Whether anyone praises them or not, they are still dotted with fields and slopes! ……"
At that time, I was shocked by Shiya's words. In fact, I have long known the quality of this wild flower, but I still can't feel its beauty. Compared with the elegant plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, especially the pot of Clivia with a beautiful name, I think it is really a trivial flower.
"Poetry, you speak too well! However, I still think your Clivia is more beautiful and better! ..... "After a long time, I went on to say," Ya, you are like your Clivia, so elegant and so fragrant; And I, I am like the zinnia in this field, so ordinary, I really envy you ... "
"Xin, you study so well, your composition is so good ... and you work so hard, you will realize your wish in the future ... by the way, Xin, what are your wishes and ideals? I, I want to be a doctor, and I can heal the wounded and rescue the dying, but my mother wants me to be a musician in the future, and my father says I can do what I like as long as I am happy ... So, I prefer to be a angels in white, and I might as well be a female military doctor ... "Shiya said, as if she had completely fallen into the longing for a better future.
Oh, so she wants to be a military doctor. As for me, I am also lost in thought ... what is my wish? I admire Shiya's parents so much. I like Shiya's mother to give me Chinese lessons and tell me the Book of Songs. Maybe my wish is to be a teacher. Like Shiya's mother, I stand on the three-foot platform to discuss and study with my students ... At that time, I will also tell my students about the Book of Songs ... Maybe I like writing and will become a writer in the future? ……
At that time, Shiya and I each pulled out a few small zinnia Xin Wei from the ground and took them home. Xixi and I have reached an agreement to see who raises Zinnia looks better ... At the same time, we also agreed that no matter what the future, we should be as strong as Zinnia, keep moving towards our ideals and goals like Zinnia, and "climb higher step by step" ...
Later, when the fifth grade approached, the teacher went back to his hometown to take care of his elderly parents, and Shiya and I naturally separated. I don't know, where did the teacher go at last? Shiya said that her hometown is in Rizhao, a coastal city. From then on, I understood that the sun is actually the earliest place where the sun shines.
We used to meet in Rizhao, but unfortunately, I haven't contacted her for so many years. I wonder if her wish has come true. Did you become a military doctor? Do you have your own beautiful love and happy family? I think it will! She is so excellent, how can her wish not come true? Just me, me, not bad? At least I'm already a people's teacher, and I'm still on the road to my dream. I will definitely continue my writing, hoping that one day, I can become a famous female writer like me. ...
I remember the day before we parted, Shiya and I went to the field again. It's still such a summer rain, the sky is still so blue, the clouds are still so white, and the rainbow is still hanging on the horizon. We haven't spoken for a long time. We sat back to back in silence for a long time. Finally, we each picked the reddest zinnia from the opposite side and gave it to each other. ...
The flowers that Shiya gave me were actually sandwiched in the book of songs that the teacher gave me before leaving. I wonder if I can find it now? Maybe the flowers and books are still in my mother's cupboard?
Suddenly, I saw the zinnia flower again, with a single red petal and a sunflower-shaped stamen. There were several small yellow flowers like osmanthus flowers on the stamen, and bright dew on the petals, which was dazzling. ...
I don't know when the zinnia in my memory and the centennial chrysanthemum in my dream overlap, and I can't tell reality from dreams. ...
Shiya, where are you? Are you okay? ……