The 27-year-long river has washed the once tender and smooth face into a face with vicissitudes, gullies and loose flesh.
That year, we were all young and energetic; That year, we were innocent and studied all night for the same dream. That year, in the examination room, we passed a note for the answer and were angered by the teacher; That year, we were so feudal that boys and girls ignored each other; That year, we were so happy that we bravely took the lead in the stadium and the stadium; That year, we were so happy that we used postcards to convey our true feelings and friendship to each other; That year, we were so sad that we felt dejected for leaving. ...
Then, I lost contact. A teenager's heart is a kite that flies easily. With the intervention of new classmates and new environment, budding hearts can quickly integrate into new things. A thing of the past only occasionally bumps into memories, causing ripples of missing, and then, new happiness quickly replaces old troubles. Next, after working, getting married and having children, a series of intense and orderly lives temporarily erased the memory.
It's too late to show our youthful breath, and the year of no doubt has come. People, such creatures, will miss the past more and more with their age, especially for their hometown, relatives and classmates. Being in a different place, I watched my colleagues and friends around me show off photos of various class reunions again and again. I was in high spirits and told many interesting things about my class reunion over and over again. At the same time, I have a strong desire to shout at the bottom of my heart: I also want to find my classmates. I want to see what they have become. Are they doing well? Have they thought about me all these years?
After decades of separation, many students can't even remember their names and looks. Remember, the relationship is very good, the study is very good or very poor, and there are naughty students. However, there will always be a permanent picture in my mind: 68 red teenagers, wearing bloated clothes that are not commensurate with their age, quietly sitting in the classroom learning to do their homework, and occasionally several children whispering below. A young male teacher put his eyes on a hole in the back door of the classroom, held his breath and carefully observed the learning status of each student. ...
I won't forget it. How could you forget? I know I will see my classmates again. Because, the power of missing can bridge the rift of time passing. All we lost was time. Sincere friendship will last forever with the passage of time. We are waiting for the day of reunion.
I'll wait here and you watch there. For many years, we have never stopped asking each other for information. We set up a treasury waiting for reunion with silent love and thoughts. Only when the song of reunion rings, can we repeat the past, leave our feelings and paint a beautiful life in this palace full of friendship. Why not be happy! Come on!
The crack of time, turning several corners, intersects at a certain assembly point. Wandering in all corners of the country, I played a queer song of reunion on the empty but rapid network and met in a beautiful March.
The past is long, smoke is like a dream, flowers bloom and branches fall. Twenty-seven years of classmates' dreams, flowers bloom and meet you.
(1) Ren Qin Jun.
My expressive ability is not perfect, so I put a lot of things I want to say into words. In the process of daubing, I occasionally see some essays in newspapers and periodicals. At the beginning of March, at the request of a friend, I gave her some essays. After editing, I forwarded it in the qq group WeChat group of friends and relatives for the first time. The click rate of the article is good. The next day, my second sister sent a message on WeChat: A flag-waving man named Ren Qin read the article and said that he knew you and gave me a qq number to add him. I felt a thrill in my heart Although I don't remember his name, there is no doubt that his classmates are so sure. Add him quickly. After a while, he replied to the qq message and said, "You are from Class One, Grade Three, Du Yu Middle School. I thought it was you as soon as I saw the name and photo! " He has a good memory and can tell me all kinds of performances at school. In addition, I was once naughty in class because I retreated to the second place in the exam, and I was severely slapped by the class teacher Duan, who described it clearly. He said, I always thought you had a good temper, so I knew how big your temper was. He said regretfully, I have known your second sister for more than ten years, but I only think your names are very similar, but I know that you are the boss of the family, so I have never asked your sister. Oh, I wish I had asked earlier.
I want to say, it's not too early or too late, and it's time to meet again. Fate arranged for us to meet again on a beautiful March day. We are only responsible for the joy after reunion and cherish this hard-won friendship with classmates. Thank you, Ren Qin, for twenty-seven years, you still remember me. We haven't spoken since we were classmates. At this time, are we trying to make up for what our classmates haven't said for three years?
My heart is greedy. I also want to know the situation of other students and know their trajectory. Ren Qin pulled me into the qq group of Du Yu Middle School. After joining the group, the students gave warm welcome and greetings. It makes people feel at home. It's just a pity that I feel very kind, but I can't remember the names of many students. I tried to remember. However, time finally occupied a certain space in my memory, and my memory was blank.
Left my phone number on qq. I know that people who want to contact me will find me through this number. Then, quickly find the person I remember I am eager to find in the contact.
After careful search, familiar names such as Yin Yin, Golden House and Haicheng came into view. My heart is pounding. Make them friends quickly and wait for them to reply to me.
(2) Sea
Seeing the name of Haicheng in the contact, I stopped thinking, and suddenly remembered that when I was chatting with my classmates just now, a classmate asked me in a voice, "Do you still remember me?" The sound is too familiar. I tentatively asked, do you like to "pee on your back" when playing basketball and shooting? He sighed disappointedly and said, You remember wrong, that's Guo Jianming. I can't remember who he is at the moment. He said nothing more. He may be angry. When I saw the name of Haicheng this time, I thought that the familiar voice just now should be him. We used to live in the same village and have been studying together since primary school. No wonder he is so sure that I will recognize his voice. I let him down so much that I blamed myself very much this time.
After adding him, he replied to the message. Call me "Ganwa". I haven't heard anyone calling my name with a local accent for many years. A pure local accent and a nostalgic nickname brought my thoughts back to my hometown more than 30 years ago, where mountains, water, people, grass and trees, and every path there contained our happy childhood marks. Full of our deep nostalgia, affection and friendship.
We still remember the names of our relatives. Childhood memory is linear and fixed frame memory. It's a pity that our relatives have been buried in their hometown. When they were young and strong, they watered the thick soil under their feet with sweat without any regrets. When life comes to an end, they are calm and quiet, nourishing the land that gives them hope, and let them plow their lives with their own bodies without regrets. These are the people who make me proud. When I think of them, my nostrils will be sour.
The river we have been to countless times, the path we walked together at school, the game we played together, the stones we caught together, the almonds we bounced together, the wooden cows we whipped together, the iron hoops we rolled together, the sandbags we hit together, and the bear-like nose that was wiped with sleeves in winter. Haicheng, do you remember?
(3) Yue Xiajun
The first classmate who contacted me by phone was Wu. She is my good friend. For two and a half years in junior high school, we were inseparable. Her father is a teacher, and a family of three lives in the school dormitory. Compared with our boarders, her living conditions are undoubtedly enviable to me. The accommodation is good, accompanied by my parents, and the key point is that I can eat delicious food at every meal, which is undoubtedly the greatest yearning for me who often feel hungry when I was growing up. Xia Yue is small and exquisite, with big, flowery eyes, long, dense eyelashes, a straight nose, a ruddy mouth, and long black braids rolled by herself. She is quiet, shy and timid, like a clever and docile kitten. She eats very little and often warms my empty stomach with her white-hot steamed bread. Between eating steamed bread, I explained the article to her and helped her analyze math and physics. She blinked her long eyelashes, bit the pen with her mouth, and nodded and listened carefully. Ask, do you understand? She looked at me and nodded: I see!
Seeing that she studies so hard, I always think that she will make progress in her studies. After the exam, the results came down. Look at her test paper. She asked me the wrong question. I asked, didn't I tell you that you understood? She said: I forgot when I was in a hurry in the examination room!
She often goes to our dormitory to play and has a lot to say with me. Before the transfer, she was the only one who told the news. In the dormitory, we were all silent, she said. Write to me when you go. I still remember her sad expression.
When I arrived in a new place, I wrote a letter to my grandfather. She was the first person to write a letter. We write every week and you come and go.
Finally, I went to a new school. She graduated from junior high school and took part in the work. I haven't heard from her since. I asked about her when I went back to my hometown, but it didn't work. I went to her work unit and was told that she had gone out to work. In my heart, I have always kept her beautiful face in Xiu Xiu.
I think, when I am free, I will go back to my hometown and look for her seriously. I miss her and the beautiful and innocent years we spent together.
Ask her about the situation now and say that she was laid off long ago. My husband and I work in Beijing, and my son is a senior in Chongqing. Her voice is still so gentle and soft, and it sounds very comfortable. I just don't know when we can meet.
Xia Yue, I know you will remember me as much as I miss you. In the peach blossom season in March, every peach blossom is your beautiful and gentle smiling face. Your voice condensed into the fragrance of flowers for 27 years, hitting me, making my heart intoxicated in the sea of flowers in March and moved by joy.
④ Aegean gentleman
The Aegean family lives behind the school, and the food and accommodation conditions are much better than those of the children we live in. Under the influence of that time, she was tall, cheerful and generous, and liked to be lively, talking and laughing with her classmates. Another reason why I can remember her is that she has an amiable grandfather who can do business. Grandpa goes through a wicker cage every day. The cage is covered with white cotton cloth. White steam oozes from the cotton cloth, and the fragrance of mutton and chopped green onion overflows from the gaps in the cotton cloth. It's mouth watering. Grandpa buys steamed buns, and he will shout in a low voice as he walks: "Hey, mutton hot steamed buns!" " "Aegean often gives me mutton buns made by my grandfather. Many times, people's taste buds are faithful partners of memory, which will make people remember some unforgettable people and things related to eating. For growing children, eating is the most urgent need.
At school, classes take turns cleaning the playground every week. I sweep the playground as seriously as I sweep my own yard. Aegean saw it and exclaimed, "You are a cat (squirrel). Why do you take everything so seriously? It's not tiring to see you sweep the playground so bright. " Because I grew up in the mountains, she teased me to stay away from cats. I know she is outspoken, harmless and doesn't care.
My nature thinks that my living environment is the best, my relatives are worthy of respect, and my classmates are good. Therefore, I have always been very satisfied with my living conditions.
Ask Aegean where she is now. She said that she had not walked out of Du Yu Street for half her life. Now there is a barber shop in Du Yu Street, and both sons and daughters are at school. She still speaks so fast, and the strong hometown dialect makes people feel very cordial. Listening to her confident words, I feel that her life is very comfortable. I'm happy for her.
God gave me perfection and no regrets, Aegean, and so did you. After being a classmate for three years, you planted a beautiful scenery in my heart. The scenery is full of our pure and happy memories.
(5) Yin
Yin, tiger also. Yin Yin is a tiger like me. We are the youngest in our class. She is the only girl in my class who has been admitted to a university and a good university.
The memory she left me will always be: she was very small and lovely. During the break, she leaned back against the classroom door, put her hands behind her back and watched us play wildly. She grinned, with a round face and a thick ponytail behind her head. She studies very easily, and her grades are better among girls.
After adding her qq, she left a message: Yin Yin, do you still remember me? I'm so lucky to find you. From then on, I went up every day to see if there was any reply. After waiting for three days, I saw her reply to my message, saying sorry, qq is not very good, so let me add her WeChat. Then say, how can you not remember yourself? We send photos to each other. In the photo, Yin Yin's face is different from what I remember. If we pass by, we certainly don't know each other. Only the expressions left by the corners of the eyes and corners of the mouth still have the shadow of the past, that is, gentleness, kindness, calmness and an open-minded and confident beauty that precipitated knowledge.
Go to wechat to see her dynamics. I found that she is a real foodie, and it is a pleasure to travel around. She not only eats food reviews, but also cooks many exquisite foods, calling herself "made by Zhang". From between the lines, from the exquisite food she prepared, from the trivial things she got along with her family, from her heartfelt words, we can see her love for life, care and filial piety for her family, sympathy and help for the weak, calm satisfaction with the status quo and diligent pursuit of her career. This quiet life, simple happiness, kindness and peace of mind, why not?
For more than 20 years, we are close at hand, but we can't meet. This is the deliberate arrangement of the time old man. At this moment of reunion, let's turn years of accumulated thoughts into flowers everywhere to replace unspeakable joy and warmth.
(6) Mei Pingjun
Mei Ping and I met the earliest in our class. When I signed up, I went to the head teacher's office with her. Her voice is very clear. When she reported her name to the class teacher, I suddenly remembered this beautiful girl for nothing. Because there is a May in the middle of her name. In her hometown, Mei sounds like Mai.
I remember the first composition, the Chinese teacher asked us to write the most influential classmate, and I wrote Mei Ping. When the teacher was reading the composition in class, Meiping bowed her head and blushed, secretly blaming me with her eyes. After class, she took my arm and said, "Why are you so annoyed? Why write about me? Too embarrassing. " Since then, we have maintained a close relationship.
Her father works in a bank on the street and dresses better than other students. So I feel that she is always clean and tidy. She is cheerful and helpful, and often shares delicious and useful things with her classmates. She took a picture of us with a silly light camera and gave it to her classmates. It's a pity that the photo she gave me was taken away by others.
Later, I went to school in the mine and went back to the street with my grandfather, and met Meiping. We had a good chat. She likes the coat I wear, and I brought her one when grandpa went back. She was very happy to receive the clothes. She wrote that it was suitable for her, and I was very happy.
Later, we lost touch. I have been thinking about her, thinking that if I have the opportunity to go back to my hometown, I must interrogate her well.
This meeting, after she knew my phone number, she called me, still so warm and warm. She said, I will scold you to death when I see you, and you haven't contacted me for so many years. It sounds very kind and touching. Because I had to send my children to school that day, I hung up after a few simple words and said we would talk later. But so far, we haven't had a good talk.
Mei Ping, it's not that I don't miss you. At this age, even if there are many concerns in my heart, a thousand words can't be expressed on the phone. Then, let's bury such thoughts and blessings in our hearts and feel the happiness of our reunion in this beautiful March day, shall we? In the coming year, we will share our feelings and sing songs about wine, which will be beautiful.
(8) Yongfeng and Jingangjun
On the fourth day of entering the qq group of middle school students in Du Yu, in the evening, a phone call came from Xinjiang. King Kong is the first person to add my WeChat after I entered the qq group. I know he was a classmate, but I have no memory of him at all. There are too many students surnamed Lu in our school. He sent a photo and asked me if I could remember him. I said, well, I remember. I lied. I don't want my classmates to think that he seems to be unattractive or unattractive. In fact, the conscience of heaven and earth, for that crazy girl who was completely undeveloped at that time, just grew fast and wanted to get a good grade in the exam. She loved to play, enjoyed food, scored and jumped. I didn't pay much attention to the handsomeness of male students. Forgive me, dear students. But now you are the most handsome and excellent in my heart.
King Kong said he was in Xinjiang, not bad. Many of my classmates are doing business or working in Xinjiang. King Kong sent me a WeChat half an hour ago and said, Let's add Yongfeng's WeChat. Yongfeng is the boy who impressed me the most. Before I could add him, a phone call from Xinjiang came in. I think it might be King Kong. Then I answered the phone, and a very domineering and magnetic voice said loudly, "Hey, do you know who I am?" I said, isn't it King Kong? He said, I am King Kong's nephew, Yongfeng. I'm Yongfeng, can I not remember? The person who sat behind me, hit my back with his finger, kicked my stool leg, was lazy when doing homework, asked me to buy me fried dough sticks and give me a dictionary as a reward, stole my bench while I was standing and answering questions, and talked to me.
His speech is still so humorous that it always makes people laugh. I think because we are old classmates, we don't know who we are! He has a quick mind. He explained the experience of these decades in a short time and invited us to travel to Xinjiang. He is our guide and cooks for us. Now it has obtained the national second-class nutritionist certificate. Come on!
Like me, he questioned me. I also heard a lot of gossip about me. I sincerely thank my classmates for their deep friendship. Yongfeng, thank you for your concern.
Wait, I will definitely go to beautiful Xinjiang. Xinjiang has my kind and sincere old classmates! On the day when flowers bloom, the mood is as bright as flowers. All because I met you. Thanks again to my male classmates.
(9) Gold
Jin Fang is the most diligent and practical girl in our class. She studies very well. At that time, she was very thin A pair of alert big eyes flashed on her small face, and at first glance she was a thoughtful girl.
Jin Fang worked hard, and his grades were not far behind mine. In order not to be surpassed by Jin Fang, I will take time out to study, keep my psychological advantage, and repay my grandpa's praise and love with my grades. At that time, I thought, I have to do this to live up to my grandfather's love and expectations.
You catch up with me, and our academic performance is constantly improving. Looking back now, Jin Fang's diligence, sureness and humility gave me a kind of motivation and courage to study. In just three years, her tenacity, modesty and warmth deeply touched me.
A few days later Jin Fang found me in a qq message. She added my WeChat, saying that because she was busy, she didn't often go to qq, but she often went to WeChat. When asked about children and work, she said that her son is a senior three and she works as a nurse in an orthopedic hospital in the city. Her husband and she are in the same hospital. Judging from the photos she sent, she stood under a blooming peach blossom and looked calm and calm. People are still so thin, and their big appearance has not changed.
Is this pink peach blossom the dream flower that our classmates have dreamed of for 27 years?
(10) Guo
Guo Feng chatted with me on WeChat, and I don't remember any intersection between him and my classmates. I think he can forgive my forgetfulness. Originally, we boys and girls didn't talk, plus his own reticence, how could I remember!
He said, I am a poor classmate. Do you still remember me I laugh, no matter bad students or good students, they are all my classmates. Heroes don't care about their origins, let alone their classmates!
He speaks a strong hometown dialect, which is slow. He remembers my uncles. It's very warm to hear people and things in his hometown. My daughter is taking the postgraduate entrance examination and my son is a soldier. As a father, he is successful. Bless him, old classmate. draw
Xia Shu, Jianbo, Qin Xue and other old classmates, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me. I still remember Xia Shu's long braid, delicate face and shy expression when smiling. And Zhou Guimei, the girl who blushes when she speaks, speaks very well. I remember we learned roses in English. You said that rose is your English name. Do you remember? Wang, a girl with great strength, is no match for her wrist wrestling. Her silly smile has always appeared in my mind. Wei Li, a fashionable Mandarin-speaking girl, transferred from Yili, Xinjiang in Grade Two. Her arrival added a little vitality to our class: boys and girls began to talk. She is still a close relative of my family. On weekends, I took her back to my home as a guest, and my grandparents loved her very much. Wei Li, do you remember one time when your academic performance surpassed mine and you became the first? The angry teacher Duan slapped me awake. Where are you now, okay? Remember that classmate? And Deng, brothers,,,, uncle Liu Kai, etc. How are you? There you are. I miss you very much.
Miss all the teachers who taught us in junior high school for three years. Thank you for watering the flower of knowledge with selfless love, so dedicated, so diligent, so hating iron and not asking for anything in return. You will always deserve our respect and love. Teachers, are you okay now? All right! Students, I love you deeply!
I think, when the flowers bloom, we will meet in the thick soil where our classmates have been dreaming for three years.
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In other words, the students are very happy after meeting again online. I don't usually chat on qq or WeChat. Looking at the warm information sent by my classmates every day, I remember it over and over again, which touched me a lot. I think we should record something to remember our past.
Writing an article must have a topic, and I don't know how to do it. Walking on the road thinking, a fragrance came and looked at the flowers. Heartbeat, the season of first meeting is youth, and the season of meeting is also the season of spring. Two springs, why not write down the memories of our classmates with the theme of "Flowers Meet You". No pun intended.
As an ordinary woman, my life is trivial after work, and my children have a senior high school entrance examination, leaving me little time to write. Just try to find time to write every day. After the topic started, I wrote it intermittently for four or five days. Insert the photos of my classmates accumulated in the past few days into the article, and my memories will meet my classmates in an essay. With anxious expectation, I sent them to several students for their opinions and suggestions.
The students are awesome. They read carefully and point out typos, punctuation errors, inaccurate classmates' names and so on. I think this is the classmate, who can speak his mind from heart to heart without fancy cover-up. I like this atmosphere. Some students are not satisfied with their photos. They sent me a recent photo very readily, looking at the warm and frank smiling faces, and the campus time together as a teenager reappeared: naughty, small and exquisite, dignified and beautiful, smiling, cheerful and lively ... like the film of a silent movie, it filtered in front of my eyes layer by layer, and I seemed to feel everyone's running and jumping movements, the joy of wanton laughter and the seriousness in the examination room.
Students forward articles and comments to each other. I can see that my classmates miss the past as much as I do. Are we really old? From the memories of my classmates, I also know myself again. When I was a child, I thought I was a taciturn and unsmiling person. But in the eyes of my classmates, I am the spokesperson of the "female monkey". Well, I thought I was cheerful now. It turns out that the current "mother monkey" evolved from the "little mother monkey" in the eyes of classmates.
Teacher Liu, please correct the article. He commented: a deep classmate from the heart. However, due to excessive excitement, passion and lack of composure. I'll put it aside until my feelings calm down. I think so, too. Good articles are worded repeatedly. My teachers and classmates are so honest and true. How can I meet so many good people in my life? !
Last night, a netizen named Li added me. I don't usually add unfamiliar people. But at first glance, we have four friends who are the same as each other, and Lili is the division of children's roles. Add him and ask who it is. He is also humorous and can buy a pass, just like my grandfather. I said he also had a screen name called "Wang Dake" with a word in the middle. Let me guess. Can guessing words beat me? ! Besides, this man's name has been planted in my heart for 27 years, and I can't remember it! He is the head teacher of my first grade, and he has political art. According to the seniority in our family, I have to call him great-grandfather. This generation is older. No way, this is the situation caused by the old boy's ancestors.
When I arrived at Grandpa, I remembered the scene where he led the team to run exercises. From Monday to Saturday, under the leadership of the head teacher, all the students in our school cross more than half of the street and run into the expressway every morning. Young and beautiful female PE teachers always lead the team, whistling and shouting slogans. Like lions, we are vigorous and agile, with the same pace and loud slogans. How magnificent! During morning exercises, the students occupied the whole playground and did the fifth set of broadcast gymnastics. The young body is relaxed and confident. Peach and plum are fragrant and each has its own beauty.
Seeing a photo of a female classmate in front of the school garden reminds me of something that I felt very ashamed at that time. One morning, I sat under the tree next to the garden and recited the text. I stood up suddenly when the bell rang. My eyes were black, my legs were still on the edge of the garden and I plunged into the garden. After a while, I woke up and felt ashamed. I quickly put my legs back, got up and patted the dirt on my head, ready to escape, but President Xu saw me. He ran over to me in a panic and asked me, "Oh, what's the matter with you? Are you all right? " I hung my head and blushed. I ran and said, "Nothing, I'm fine!" " "
During the morning self-study, some students swaggered around the campus and recited loudly: people who study physics are called physicists. I recited such a "question" this morning. On hearing this, the teacher reprimanded the student in class: "What are you doing with your head behind your back?"? Do you use your back? Who doesn't know that people who study physics are called physicists ... hehe ",reprimanded and reprimanded, the teacher himself felt heartbroken, the students burst into laughter, and the blamed students also grinned; Remember the English words in the native dialect, such as: thankyouverymach, let's study and feed my mother three pieces of meat. Monet head, let's see, cat nipples. Wait, now that I think about it, I laugh at myself. Going out to eat, telling these experiences as jokes, made my colleagues and friends laugh, and I was very happy.
Happy and unforgettable memories fill every corner of the campus, and writing them at once may disturb the students' sight. I think, after I meet my classmates and teachers one after another, I will slowly continue to write every moment of our reunion. I think I will remember and know more classmates. Class 32 has a lesbian theory. Remember me, thank you very much. I think if we meet and talk about the past, we will definitely pick up bits and pieces of our past from my memory space. Thank you, Xia Jing. Thank you to all my classmates
Thank you again for letting me see my classmates again. Thanks to Yin Yin, Jin Fang, Xia Yue, Meiping, Aegean, Yongfeng, Haicheng, Xia Shu, Guo Feng, Jianbo, Xueqin, Jianchang and Wang Kai from Class 3 and Class 3. Thank you for your love, encouragement and support. Classmate for three years, in the mood for love, as if it were yesterday; The vast sea of people, flowers flying, friendship remains; The world of mortals has been rolling for nearly thirty years. Thank you, we still remember each other.
In the blooming season, I hope everyone's mood is as bright as spring flowers. May the life of classmates and teachers be as gorgeous and happy as spring flowers.