Memory is a river, endless. Sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. With the flow of the river of memory, I saw the picture fixed in memory again. Everything is clear, just like yesterday ...
In my memory, there are five mossy stone steps in front of my house, but these five steps are simply out of reach for me who just learned to walk. But falling down again and again did not reduce my love and curiosity about it. On the contrary, falling is more interesting. Unprepared fall, constant vigilance, with the stimulation of adventure. This ordinary staircase, which can no longer be ordinary, brought me countless joys at that time.
On the wall of the room in my memory, there is a round clock hanging in the middle. Day or night. Whether it's sunny or cloudy. They are all like monks, neither sad nor happy. So its bell is always on time. "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Remind impetuous people and let desperate people regain hope. It is such a bell that accompanies me to sleep every night. Once gave me sweet dreams every night.
There is a big banyan tree in my memory at home, which is too big for three people to hold. Due to the lush foliage, air conditioning has become an ornament in summer. In winter, the weather is mild and comfortable. Every morning, the first ray of morning light splashed on my face through the lush branches and leaves and through the cracks in the curtains, vaguely smelling of home.
Life at that time, there was no mobile phone, no computer, and all kinds of changeable games. But the happiness at that time was simply enviable, and even the sadness was extremely simple. Now, I have a lot, get a lot, learn a lot, grow a lot, but also lose a lot. What is lost is like a simple old house, which can't be obtained and has never been lost.
Sometimes, I will go back and have a look. Neighbors are still talking about their parents' shortcomings and trifles. The air is also mixed with the smell of earth, the smell of childhood. As usual, the sunshine is still warm and pleasant. Nothing seems to have changed, everything seems to have changed.
The picture at that time, the world at that time, a flower, a grass and a tree, everything at that time was clearly fixed in my memory and buried in the depths of my memory at any time. Not found, not forgotten. Accompany me through the ups and downs of life.
The picture is fixed in memory 02.
In everyone's memory, there will be a small picture, which is fixed in my mind and cannot be dispersed.
There are still ten days before the exam, and I'm in a hurry. I have been looking at the notes around me, a little at a loss and a little at a loss.
"Son!" Dad's voice suddenly rose and fell.
"Why, can't you see I'm busy?" I'm too lazy to talk to him.
"Come out and pack jiaozi!"
I'm shocked. What time is it? Are you kidding me? Ignore him!
"son! ? "
I couldn't take it anymore, so I just went out to see what he really wanted.
"Come on, Jiaozi!"
Looking at all kinds of supplies on the desktop, I couldn't stand my father's shouting, so I went out and started wrapping jiaozi with them.
I don't know if I haven't booked jiaozi for a long time. Most of the jiaozi I packed were crooked melons and cracked dates, and leeks appeared from time to time. I was embarrassed to wrap it again and smiled shyly. I thought my father would laugh, but he just kept chatting with me, talking about the latest, the old and the long time ago. It seems that I haven't talked to them so calmly for a long time. I haven't felt like this for a long time.
It's sweltering outside, but at this time my heart is unusually calm, cool and warm. The sunshine outside the window spilled all over the floor, but he lay there quietly, undisturbed.
"What's interesting recently?" "Before ..."
Dad asked this question many times, and this time his eyes softened. Although my answer is usually just a few words.
"No."
"no!"
But today I patiently answered all his questions. I don't want to break this beautiful atmosphere. Jiaozi is vividly portrayed in his hands.
Under the light, I silently found that with the passage of time, my father was not what he remembered before. I was a little disappointed, but then I remembered that now is the best. Instead of waiting to miss the past, it is better to collect the future at once. Suddenly I miss the scene that haunted my parents for this and that when I was a child. How can I put it? Suddenly, I felt a faint sadness.
The picture in my memory is frozen.
Dad was carrying dumpling stuffing, and I was absorbed in wrapping jiaozi. Mom smiled. As the sun sets, the green leaves droop gently. The breeze is cool, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. Perhaps this is the most beautiful picture in my memory.
The image is fixed in memory 03.
The road you choose, even if you are kneeling, you have to finish it. -inscription
Quiet night, slightly dim incandescent lamp, etc. It looks like the original picture of alternating black and white, but it is the most beautiful color in my memory.
The camera zoomed into a big ballroom, and those boring and disgusting beats came from the empty room. A depressed figure is repeating those difficult combination exercises to meet her rhythm. I dare not slack off, which also shows that I need to exhaust my poor energy to meet her standards.
I gasped for air to calm my heart, which was beating too hard, and watched the sweat slide from my forehead down my cheeks to the floor, as calm as water drops into the sea. After finishing the last movement of this group, I sat on the floor, and my muscles didn't relax. At this moment, I heard a loud cry, which seemed to come from another space: "Get up!"
I looked down at my sweaty fingers and left a messy water trail on the wet floor. My arms are as soft as clay sculpture, and even I can't support the weight of my body. I think I must have been in a mess. There was a sigh in the dark, mixed with contempt, ridicule and a little helplessness. I can know the direction of the sound source without looking up. The forbearance in my character forced my upset nerves to tighten. I looked up, took a deep breath and staggered to stand up, but my center of gravity was unstable and I suddenly slipped. The pain of falling made me sit on the floor again, and some tears came out of my eyes.
I looked at the figure tentatively in the dark, but I bumped into those eyes. There is no hesitation in his eyes. He is shivering with cold like Xuan Bing, with strange eyes flashing in his pupils, which may be a kind of disdain that mud can't help the wall. She just looked at me and said nothing. The short silence showed her dissatisfaction and anger. Just when I tried to avoid her eyes, she went straight out with her bag, leaving me with a determined figure.
With tears in my eyes, I stood up with my elbow against the wall and did basic exercises in cold Yamashita. The moonlight outside the window gives me unlimited energy.
There is no turning back in life. Once a choice is made, even if it is bloody, it must be completed. ...
The picture is fixed in memory 04.
I can't forget that noon last summer, the weather suddenly changed, and it suddenly began to rain, but it was still sultry, and the temperature didn't seem to drop because of the rain. There are few pedestrians in the street. At this time, a little girl appeared in the empty street like a magician.
It was raining in Mao Mao, and I was sitting in the porter's room reading a book when I accidentally found the little girl hobbling along. I took a close look at her just as she passed my door. The little girl is only six or seven years old, with a basket of peaches on her arm, as if to visit someone. Because there was no umbrella, her face and body were wet.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. The little girl accidentally fell down and threw the basket far away, and the peaches rolled all over the floor. The little girl seems to know that crying is useless, because there are no pedestrians in the empty street except me in the gatehouse. I was about to help the little girl, but I saw her wipe the rain on her face, stand up bravely, and then pick up the peaches scattered on the ground. Whose child is this? Why don't I know him? Her parents can't help being cruel. She is too young to go out alone with such a heavy basket of peaches!
Just when I was thinking, the little girl had quickly picked up the peach and walked on. God seems to be making things difficult for her. In such a short time, it is raining harder and harder. I saw that she subconsciously covered the basket with her other hand, trying to shelter the peach from the wind and rain. Actually, it's not necessary Maybe she doesn't know that it's nothing to rain on peaches.
In this way, I have been watching curiously. When I saw the little girl walk to an old door, she suddenly stopped. The door was open and I saw an old woman greet her in a wheelchair. She must have waited a long time. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly in the storm, I think grandma must have called the little girl into the house and waited for words of concern. The little girl kissed her grandmother first, said a few words, and then took out peaches from the basket for her to eat.
Usually, it takes me three to five minutes to walk this way, but then I subconsciously looked at my watch. The little girl walked for almost twenty minutes, which was a bit incredible.
Later, I heard from my mother that they just moved here and said they were a family. As a matter of fact, there is only a disabled grandmother with inconvenient legs and a little girl with leg disease. The little girl's grandfather died early, and her parents died in a sudden car accident last year. How unfortunate it is to live in such a miserable family! But the girl has not lost her confidence in life and yearning for the future at a young age. In addition to receiving the minimum living allowance from the government, the little girl has to take care of her grandmother while going to school to maintain this incomplete family living expenses. That day, it was the little girl who sold the bottles and cans she picked up and bought a favorite peach for her grandmother. Hearing this, my eyes can't help but get a little moist. I have an impulse to try my best to help the little girl, which has been recognized by my mother!
This scene at noon is sometimes shown. The persistence of the little girl and the strength of the little girl really impressed me. Isn't this a kind of faith and spirit that many people need? I believe that after experiencing the storm, I will definitely see the rainbow!
The image is fixed in the memory 05.
When I think back to the two years of junior high school, it was short and long, but it occupied one-eighth of my life today. I should say that I have many memories, but when I really recall it, only a few pictures in this long memory gallery let me really see it.
The beginning in the end
It was the end of military training, and every class had to sing the school song. I was a little nervous when I got to our class. I whispered to my classmates next to me, "Hey, do you know that I am called the' King of Out of tune' in our primary school class!"
I meant to ask her not to laugh at me for a while, but my classmates around me quietly said to me, "If you adjust the king, I will adjust the emperor!" " "I couldn't help laughing after listening to it. I feel that the classmates around me are really cute, as if everything around me has become extraordinarily beautiful. So at that time, the picture of singing seemed to be in a magnificent and solemn auditorium under the action of Xiu Xiu's beautiful mind. Under the red curtain, we sang our school song, dressed in robes and smiling. Although I can't recall our songs, I can feel the expectation of the beginning of junior high school life in my songs at the end of military training. This picture may not be so beautiful in my memory, but it makes me feel so real and nostalgic.
The end in the beginning
It snowed that day, and the next day is the new year. In this new climate, my classmates and I are walking on campus. Because it is night, there are few outsiders in the teaching building, and it has just snowed. There is only a thin layer on the ground, and there are no footprints. I can't help feeling that even the snow is new and full of life. My classmate wrote something on the bench with his finger. I went over and took a closer look. It turned out that she wrote a poem, which taught us a poem about snow. "Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only his hoofprint." After I looked at it, I took a few "footprints" in the snow next to me with my finger, and then pointed to it and said to her, "This is where the horse runs." Then we both laughed in the snow. It's quiet around, but full of harmony and relaxation. We write poems and draw pictures in the snow. In this photo, I seem to see our frozen red fingers, smiling faces and even the breath in our mouths. Although it is night, I can see every little detail clearly. On this new day, I feel the longing for the new year, and I miss the old year in this longing.
These two years are full of my memories. In these memories, I think of my life in the second day of junior high school and am full of hope for the new year. This is a precious painting.
The image is fixed in memory 06.
This picture, fixed in my memory, gives me warmth when it is cold; When I was frustrated, it gave me upward confidence and courage.
When I first entered junior high school, I saw seventy-four strange faces. As a monitor, I was a little at a loss. As a monitor, a "prime minister" of a class and a student representative of a class, we must manage the class carefully when the teacher is away. Seventy-four people with different personalities; There are extroverts and intrinsic ones; There are delicate thoughts and simple and rude ones; There are civilized and vulgar. The head teacher implements the system of "decentralization" and does not interfere in the "internal affairs" of our class, which has deepened my difficulties a lot.
Busy, distressed and depressed. This is how I feel. It is really difficult to manage everyone in the class well, establish prestige in the class and make everyone believe in themselves. It is not easy to manage the discipline of classmates and classes. If you don't grasp it well, it's easy to "pull hatred".
Before the mid-term exam, I carefully summarized and evaluated the recent performance of the class and the situation of good students and bad students in the class meeting. Although I tried my best, it may be because I criticized a proud classmate, and her two friends with low quality came to quarrel with me. I try to avoid their words and not quarrel with them. But who knows that they think I'm indefensible and louder. I couldn't stand their "lion roar", so I left in a hurry full of grievances.
The next day, I found the class teacher and told him about it. The teacher only said, "Never mind, I support you."
What a simple and meaningful sentence! No matter what difficulties I encounter and how much obstacles I encounter, the teacher always trusts me, supports me and helps me solve the difficulties. On the surface, the teacher seems to have done nothing, but has always given me great motivation. Let me gain motivation when I am helpless, let me manage my class more seriously, find my own shortcomings, and constantly improve my class management ability.
The teacher's support, like the clear lake, guided me to find an oasis in the desert; The teacher's trust, like a bright light in the dark, makes me firmly believe in confusion and bravely meet the challenge.
This photo will remain in my memory forever. Helpless, it gave me confidence! When I fell, it gave me the motivation to stand up again!
The picture is fixed in memory 07.
Bean-sized raindrops beat mercilessly on the bedroom glass, making a "snapping" sound. Although it was more than eight o'clock in the morning, it was stormy and dark outside the window, like an upside-down iron pot. The mountains in the distance are hazy and fuzzy. I leaned against the window in frustration, and this week's events surfaced again. ...
"Well, it's so decided. You must come to ride your bike on Saturday, so be there or be square! " I promised happily while packing my schoolbag. "I can finally relax!" In my mind, we seem to be riding bicycles by the sea. The breeze is mixed with the smell of the sea, and several pairs of white seagulls are flying. The blue sky and the rough sea seem to meet in the distance and shine in the sun ... I was immersed in this beautiful picture and forgot everything around me until the health Commissioner anxiously urged me with a broom, which brought me back to reality. ...
"The second student in this class, please answer the five components of reflex arc." The biology teacher turned over the textbook and said unhappily. The teacher clearly pointed at me, but I stared at the distant sea outside the window, immersed in the fantasy of riding a horse on the beach on Saturday. My deskmate suddenly pushed me, and I saw the teacher's glaring face, as if to eat me. The teacher paused and said sternly, "Good, dare to desert in my class." Copy this question and answer together for ten times! "I just want to ask the teacher which question. Looking at the teacher's terrible eyes, the words that just came to his mouth were swallowed back alive. Nothing, this little setback is nothing. I put up with it for Saturday's big relaxation.
For several days in a row, I was immersed in this happy fantasy. Sunshine, sea, sky, sea breeze and bicycle almost filled my whole brain, and the efficiency of class plummeted, and my grades plummeted ... but when I thought of Saturday's activities, it seemed that everything went up in smoke.
I miss it so much that I finally look forward to Saturday. This morning, I got up early, had a quick meal, got dressed and was ready to go downstairs. A thunder startled me and I looked out of the window. I saw dark clouds outside the window, and in a short time, the raindrops as big as beans "snapped" on the glass. ...
"It's raining" When this consciousness reached my brain, it exploded like a time bomb in my mind, and my brain went blank. I leaned against the bedroom window, feeling as sad as a dream. I can't help shouting: "These days, for you, I put up with the teacher's criticism. God is so unfair to me! " "
Dad witnessed everything about me. He came up to me and said softly, "There is no need to plan the future too strictly. The future is a variable. It is wise to be down-to-earth and be yourself now. " Dad's words can be described as "a word wakes the dreamer"! I looked at him and thought for a long time. ...
Dad's words calmed me down. Yes, the future is unpredictable. We should do it now. As for the result, there is no need to consider so much. ...
I looked up at the window, and the rain had stopped. Sunlight turned into a sword, pierced the dark clouds and sprinkled before my eyes. The warm sunshine shines on the small inlet on the ground after the rain, reflecting colorful colors. The sky is blue and birds are singing. I will always remember this picture, remember this sunny picture.
The image is fixed in memory 08.
I lost a few years in spring, summer, autumn and winter, I grew up quietly, and he lost his youth. -inscription
The jingle bell finally rang. I thought the teacher would finish the speech soon and let's go home early. Unexpectedly, she unhurriedly ended her speech and handed out a roll of paper before leaving the classroom. Listening to the rain outside the window, I can't concentrate on solving the problem anyway. I wonder if dad will pick me up? It rained so hard that the teacher finished class so late. How I wish he could pick me up!
I finally finished the problem in a hurry. I walked to the school gate with an umbrella for three steps and two steps. It's really disappointing. I didn't find my father among the parents who picked up the students. I am very disappointed. I had to stand on my umbrella, tiptoe around one puddle after another and walk to the bus stop. Standing under the bus stop sign, I watched the raindrops falling and splashing from the eaves with a straight face. Suddenly, a car flew past me, and the high-speed rotating tire splashed on my shoes. Suddenly, my shoes were soaked and I felt very cold. My warm hands become cold at the moment, and my heart is inexplicably sad. I can't help complaining: why didn't my father pick me up in such a heavy rain? He also said he loved me. On weekdays, one after another, 106 never comes, and still provides quality service. At this point, I am full of resentment.
The people under the stop sign left one after another, and the biting coolness made me tremble. Raindrops seem to change from thin lines to spots the size of beans, and hot liquid is poured into eyes. Suddenly, I seemed to hear my father's voice, and then I was lost in the noise. I looked around, but I couldn't find my father. I guess I heard it wrong, so I buried myself in the bus again. However, another song, Yujing, clearly reached my ears. I looked up and saw my father. He stood under the bus stop sign across the street, his sleeves were all wet, and he waved to me in the rain with an anxious face. In my impression, why does his tall body look a little hunched at the moment? When was that? Why don't I know? Why is dad so old? For a while, I suddenly froze and couldn't walk. I watched my father rush into the traffic without an umbrella. As soon as I turned on the light, I saw that he was still holding moon cakes in his hand, and he didn't forget to bring me food even though he was wet all over. In a flash, my body seems to be much warmer, and my heart is full of warm current.
Father hunched his back and rushed into the traffic, as if he had crossed the torrent of time, leaped over the cold rain, and directly entered my heart under the vast canopy, which was fixed in my memory for a long time.