The years have left traces of vicissitudes on the face, and I dare not look up to see myself in the mirror. ——Author: Gao Junxiang
Today is a good day, after some grooming, at the urging of the family, I still changed into a carefully selected red dress. In a sigh of admiration, he stood boldly in front of the mirror. The trance of time seems to be that of a teenager. The girl running in a red dress.
When he was twelve years old, he watched a movie "Red Dress on the Street", Tao Xing'er wore a red dress for the competition, the V-shaped neckline had a beautiful decoration on the shoulders, the hem was wide, and the wind blew like a throbbing flame. I was in love with that red dress anyway. I dare assert that if it hung in today's window, it would also fascinate all the beauties.
In the 1980s, when the spring breeze of reform blew and people's lives improved day by day, girls and boys in the countryside could learn from movies to dress themselves like urban people. Since the film "Popular Red Dress on the Street", after being screened in various villages, the red dress is like a spark at the end of the village, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law do not wear a red dress, she watched the movie in vain, and she was white that summer. We little kids are dry-eyed, because the red dress doesn't belong to us. Some female classmates got Tao Xing'er's stills and secretly clipped them in the book, and we watched them together during recess. The most said thing is the red dress. I look forward to growing up quickly so that I can appreciate the novelty of the adult world. At least I have the courage and freedom to wear whatever I want. One morning, my desk was delayed until the class bell rang and she ran into the classroom breathlessly. At that moment, all the people were stunned, because she was wearing a flower skirt with a large safflower fabric, the same style as Tao Xing'er's, but the neckline and cuffs were lined with white narrow edges. The whole class sent her to me with a god-like gaze. I moved my ass to my side like a god, giving her the loosest seat. Flower skirts are too luxurious and beautiful! The girl turned her head back and stared at her whispering, and the boy also exchanged his ears with a bad smile. It wasn't until the teacher entered the classroom and took the whip and snapped a few times on the blackboard that the students quieted down. This lesson didn't listen to what he said!
But it was not until the end of class, she was immediately surrounded by girls, grabbing the skirt corner, the lapel, turning over and looking over and over again. But it was this material that looked familiar, it turned out that her flower skirt was made by her mother with 80% new safflower quilts, and the quilts in that era were basically birds printed with large peony flowers or phoenixes on twill cloth. It's either a dragon phoenix or a peony. Hers is the peony flower. We envy not only her floral skirt, but also her mother who has a skillful hand. Envy, jealousy, eyes, useless, no skillful mother, no flower quilt noodles, but the same table and everyone promised, if anyone has cloth, her mother will do it!
One day when I came home from school and saw a new piece of fabric on the kang that was the same as the flower skirt on the same table, I dropped my bag and grabbed the fabric, and looked left and right at the large mirror on the wall. Grandpa on the side smiled and said to me: This stinky nun made a face you dance! I asked Grandpa if he had bought me a dress. Grandpa Zhang'er and the monk were confused, but he just said, well, skirt, I don't know, this is your second cousin to get married, your mother to prepare to make a bed of new quilts.
I stood in front of the big mirror and looked at my eyes for a while, and I secretly had a little nine-nine in my heart. The next day at school, I slipped my face into my bag. After school, I went to her house with my classmates, and her mother measured me in size, and used a half-old shirt to make me the base of my skirt, and the next day I secretly wore a flower skirt to school. I fluttered triumphantly, and the little sisters in the village all circled around me, and the stars held the moon. Sister Yan said that I was blessed and wanted what the family gave me. I was overjoyed, accidentally slipped my mouth, and revealed the truth. They laughed at me vigorously, saying that I had to be beaten sooner or later. I don't think so. With my grandfather, what am I afraid of!
Grandpa watched me twist on the ground in my new dress and understood everything. Grandpa also said I was going to be beaten! I hurriedly took off my skirt and hid it in my bag, begging Grandpa to help me when my mother beat me, but don't leave me alone! Grandpa smiled and agreed. I suddenly felt confident again. Wear, what to be afraid of, there is a backstage!
When the skirt was worn to school, it was secretly changed after school, and the mother who worked in the field all day really did not notice. I don't know which mouth owes the whistle.
Mom got it! This time, I didn't scare me with a broom like before, and I was really moved, but instead of "pinching", I pinched the flesh of my thighs, and scolded me for being too thoughtful and bold.
Saying good to help my grandfather did not squeak, I squeaked and shouted Grandpa, Grandpa smoked a cigarette butt, and said slowly, you nunzi has the right idea! Eyeballs are a bone, a Tao, not cured! The group of good friends of the past laughed and watched the bustle at the door.
Or, after this meal of "cleaning up", you can wear a skirt generously. I was the most beautiful child of the summer. Although anyone who sees me learns Grandpa's tone, your nizi has a correct idea, and your eyes are full of bones!
Standing for a long time, the corners of my eyes flashed with crystal tears. Mom said, the big girl is the most beautiful! Turn it around and show it to everyone!
The moment I dried my tears and turned around, I smiled like a flower.
After experiencing the wind and rain of life, life is like this fiery red dress, simple and clear, noble and generous.
