In the end, he failed to go to Jingyun and failed to see his cousin.
He even failed to keep the appointment two years later.
It's not that he doesn't work hard, but that all his efforts may not necessarily have the rewards he imagined, or some stories have already written endings at the beginning.
After the third grade, he became the darling in the eyes of Liujiacun and the most proud student in the eyes of the teacher.
And Teacher Zhang has been teaching him from the third grade to the fifth grade graduation.
He even thought that Teacher Zhang would stay with him until he smiled and put him on the bus to Jingyun.
From that May in late spring and early summer, Teacher Zhang has been accompanying him in major competitions. He has lived up to his expectations, winning certificates one after another and honors one after another for Liujiacun School.
Just like the elders in the village who marry their aunts, he will be a good candidate for college.
Teacher Zhang has said more than once that he will be admitted to University B, or at worst, he will go to University N.
Although he didn't know the difference between University B and University N, he just felt that it would be his dream to go to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
The four seasons cycle and time flies.
Accompanied by the warm sun in winter, read, read about the changes of the four seasons and the flow of time, read about the blooming and falling of flowers and rolling clouds, read about dusk and the lingering light of sunset, read about the shadows of bean blossoms and willow branches on the moon, read about persistence in dreams and perseverance. …
Suddenly one day, he was surprised to find that the sun was much brighter again, and the green leaves outside the window were much more luxuriant. However, since that June, he never received or heard from his cousin. Mention again, any news about my cousin.
Looking at the hourglass placed on the corner of the table, which had slowly faded into light blue, his heart suddenly tightened, May had arrived again.
The season of late spring and early summer.
Lailai pushed him gently and looked.
He turned around and saw outside the window, the girl with a high ponytail from the next class walking past the window surrounded by several girls.
Come on, no news from my cousin for a long time. My mother wrote a letter, but my cousin didn't reply.
He listened silently, silently, smiled, and quietly told himself in his heart that it didn't matter, it was already the spring of fourth grade, there was still one year left, and he could go to Jingyun in one year.
The girl passing by outside the window suddenly turned her head and smiled faintly at him, with two pear signs floating on the corners of her mouth.
At that moment, he was suddenly startled. The image of the girl with two braids and two pear dimples appeared in his mind again.
In the excellent sunshine of the afternoon, counting the past days, the days we have passed are like an old letter that has been delivered.
In the letter, there is the shimmering spring light that permeates the memory of the luminous old paper. The pen is rubbed gently in the air, making a sound, and writing down a few gentle and dim words. Only the period of writing is lost. Time and memory run counter to each other, and the memory is thrown into nothingness. In it, it begins to become without beginning or end...
I opened my schoolbag with my heart in mind, flipping through the pile of old unsent letters on the innermost layer, and my mood was like the fine dust flying in the beam of light, rising and falling with the wind, and could not be retained. In the end, it was just silence.
As I opened it one by one, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad. The memories from many years ago were inadvertently picked up again, and yesterday was no longer in my memory: yellowed old photos, thin letter paper, innocent smiles …
Looking at the warm sunshine outside the window, I realized that in fact, some things are only suitable to be placed on the shrine. Just like the initial move, the plot has already been blurred but will become more and more intense.
If you really have to start over, all your memories and fantasies have been wiped out, and the remaining ashes can only be blown away by the wind. As a result, the initial emotion and nostalgia became nothing but blankness and nothingness, and time was frozen, that summer four years ago.
The summer four years ago was the first year of my life.
There seemed to be another melodious sound of bagpipes in the wind, and the heartbroken man was nowhere to be found.
Outside the window, there is a bright sun. The warm sun in May revisits the feelings at this moment with its unique freshness and beauty. Suddenly, I think of the teacher's sentence in the Chinese class: butterflies fly with flowers, flowers fall with the wind, and how many branches and leaves of youth will accumulate. green?
After returning from school, Liu Ruixuan was surprised to find that his mother's eyes were a little evasive when she looked at him, as if she was unwilling to explain anything to him, and he had no intention of asking any more questions.
After having dinner very seriously, I sat down at the desk again and read various books given by Teacher Zhang.
A wisp of moonlight from the window flew into the room. Looking through the window, I remembered what I said during the day and suddenly felt that the moonlight was also slightly cool.
He suddenly wanted to take a look at the flowers in the yard that were already in bloom, and to look for the true nature of spring among the moss in the garden. It was already May, the flowering season, the story of the green shade, the flowers in the lotus pond were busy, it should be Let’s perform many, many looks.
When he was about to go out, his father asked him where he was going.
Him, go for a walk in the yard.
Dad said oh, then turned and left.
Liu Ruixuan smiled. His father was a little strange now. He usually would walk with him in the yard for a while, and by the way, he would tell him some philosophies about youth and struggle.
The corner of Liu Ruixuan's mouth raised slightly, and when he turned to leave, he saw a shocking tear falling from his mother's face, just like the cool and angular moonlight outside the window.
He was inexplicably shocked, turned around again, and looked at his mother steadily.
My mother is not a sentimental woman all the time. She likes playing catch the most. What things can make my mother sad and make her cry?
In his memory of the past eleven years, it was a unique thing.
mother? Liu Ruixuan called out softly and walked towards his mother.
Why! Mother responded, turned her face, and instantly turned her head back to look at him, with his familiar smile on her face, "What's the matter, Rui?"
He must have made a mistake.
Liu Ruixuan blinked and raised his eyebrows slightly. It was okay.
Finished, smiled, turned around and walked out the door.
Xuan Hua looked at his son walking out and couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he almost shed tears again.
Suddenly she felt a weight on her shoulders. When she raised her eyes, she saw Liu Fen standing next to her at some point. He patted her shoulder gently and sighed heavily.
For a moment, there was silence.
In the courtyard, Liu Ruixuan sat quietly in the slender moonlight, looking at the scattered and mottled tree shadows in the courtyard below his feet, daydreaming, recalling the first April when kapok bloomed.
That first clear sky, that bright morning, that season's kapok blossoms, that distant yet familiar girl.
I still think of that early June and that early summer.
The moonlight dried his wet emotions with his bare feet, sliding through the bottom of his heart, giving him a cool and joyful intoxication. In the dim light of the night, he turned over the jumping lines of poetry, gently browsed the night scenery, and chewed the long words. Relieved, Pin Nafang is unswervingly persistent.
He suddenly remembered Teacher Zhang, who had helped him a lot over the past year, and couldn't help but laugh. He also remembered the essay he wrote last May: When I grow up, I will become you.
In last year's Chinese language newspaper knowledge competition, he won second place in Yunling County, finishing second by one point.
The first place was actually from their school. She was the girl from the next class who looked a bit like her cousin.
But he only glanced at it twice and felt that it looked nothing like it. Except for the pear vortex, nothing else looked like it.
Liu Ruixuan smiled. It didn't matter to him whether he looked like him or not.
What he wanted to see was his cousin, not a similar shadow.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the rising moon.
The essay "When I grow up, I will become you" was published in the county newspaper. In June, his cousin also wrote a letter praising him.
Liu Ruixuan smiled, feeling bursts of joy in his heart.
Many years later, he may become you, "preaching, teaching, and solving doubts" with his wisdom and their common persistence.
So, he understood that his steps would never stop, just like his memory would only continue, because, like his teacher, he was always on the road.
Suddenly I remembered two sentences that I didn't know where I had read: Set your heart in the distance, set your sights on the ocean, and don't care about the authenticity or shortness of a day. Ten years from now, when I look back, I will be able to smile safely.
Yes!
When I look back on the memories from many years ago, I don’t see any grayness or loneliness at all. I remember that they were all filled with the warm sunshine and the warmth that spread all over the place. He stood with a slight smile, with a simple and elegant posture, watching time as the flowers blossomed into landscapes and fell into poems before his eyes.
Occasionally, I would think about whether my cousin who was a hundred kilometers away in Jingyun was like him, snuggling up on a wooden chair made of rattan in a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, and reading a collection of Song poems. Look at the dappled sunlight and the warmth spreading all over the ground.
Occasionally, do you think of him?
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