Now, I'm leaving, too. Weeds are overgrown here and the house is in ruins. Old street or old street, hutong or hutong, the neighbor's house is still the same. It's just that things have changed ... where is my big sister and big brother who grew up with me? They should all be fine. I'm getting old. There are too many memories of my middle school life here.
The hutong that a person has walked through thousands of times is still so narrow. One night when I came back from school, the alley was dark and there was not even a street lamp. I always whistle to cheer myself up.
Every year after summer vacation and winter vacation, my parents will discuss where I will live after school. Because dad's food workshop didn't start, if I live alone in the workshop, they won't be at ease. In order not to worry them, I told them that I could do it alone and I was not afraid to live in a food workshop.
But after school starts, there are actually unbearable fears every night. Before going to bed, repeatedly confirm whether the gate is locked, then make the bed, recall the lessons of the day, and fall asleep in a daze. If there is any movement, I will wake up at once. Then I couldn't sleep. In the endless night, I said to myself, "Who am I?" I mumbled what I said, and then came back to my ears, as if I was communicating with a strange self, and as if my consciousness and subconscious were colliding. ...
Perhaps, the sense of security in life began to lack at that time. The fear of living alone for a long time makes dependence and attachment gradually form an inner personality.
At a class reunion, the junior high school deskmate recalled the story many years ago. She said that she clearly remembered that many girls in her class came to my house to help make bread. Everyone is very happy. Perhaps making cakes by hand is a pleasant and novel experience for them. I tried to remember, but I couldn't remember at all. I only remember that she and I lived in that house for a while.
At that time, I told her that I was afraid to live alone in the house and asked her if she would like to live with me for a few days. She readily agreed. Later, whenever the winter vacation started, she invited me to live in her dormitory. I want to live alone in a spacious house with a workshop. I like living in a crowded dormitory. Because there are many people in the dormitory, I won't be afraid anymore. The friendship of teenagers is deeply rooted in my heart like a tree root. Because, when I need it most, someone is willing to lend a helping hand.
At that time, I benefited not only my classmates, but also my brothers and sisters who worked in my home. Because I am younger than them, they always regard me as their sister. I remember when I was in the sixth grade, my down jacket was dirty in winter. I pressed a basin of water and squatted by the well to wash my down jacket. I haven't washed for a long time. This is my first time washing down jacket. At this time, an elder sister came over and saw that my hands were red and swollen with cold, and said, let me help you wash them. I appreciate it. She wiped her sleeves neatly over and over again, and the white foam floated and melted, and soon the white foam became a basin of black water. At this time, grandpa came to urge her to work. I said, ask her to wash it for me before I leave. I can't wash it
Grandpa snapped at me: no, you wash it yourself! No, learn!
Sister stood up, wiped her hands on her clothes and walked away silently. I crustily skin of head, crying to wash down jacket. From then on, I learned to wash clothes. That year, I was 12 years old. When we think we are the right person, we are always growing up slowly, some of which are subtle and some are painful.
Snowflakes like ice fell on my cheeks, and I didn't feel cold at all. My mind still echoes the cheerful laughter of my sisters, the noisy noise of the machine running, the hot oven, the tempting smell of bread, and the old song from the radio: "Keep my sadness to yourself, and your beauty will take you away ..."
Now more than 20 years have passed, and everything in front of me seems to have passed away. When people leave, the house is gone, and a sadness is stuck in the throat like a fishbone, choking and speechless. I squatted feebly on the ground, burying my head, and my sobs were drowned by the cold wind. I really want to see them again, whether they are young or not, whether they are in the ends of the earth or not. If I am lucky enough to see them again in my life, I will have no regrets in my life. To say the least, it is the greatest comfort to know that everyone is safe and healthy.
Pu Shu's "Those Flowers" comes from the distance of the old street.
Now there are many weeds and flowers here.
Fortunately, I have had your spring and autumn, winter and summer.
Are they all old?
Where are they?
Fortunately, I am very open to them.
……
Crystal clear snowflakes continue to fall. There is a layer of white in my hair. I reached out and held a snowflake in my palm, as white as a girl's pure soul. Lovely snowflake, melting into water, still can't change the essence of water. I smiled faintly, and no matter how things changed, that wonderful memory still existed. I feel warm at the thought of it. It's good. Life, glad you came. So, I can't help laughing through tears.
When I was a teenager, I accompanied my big sister and brother, helped my classmates and all the people who cared about me. I will remember these feelings. Perhaps, I have no chance to help them, and some people will never meet again in their lives. However, I will use this sincere heart and spend the rest of my life helping those in need. I hope that in the future, I can also be a member of their precious memories.