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Another year of apricot blossom rain
Zhou Hongxiu
The cool east wind scattered the solemn thoughts, and the solemn thoughts scattered in the forest meadows, and the thoughts everywhere were thoroughly soaked by the rain of apricot blossoms. It is another year of apricot blossoms and light rain, the world changes, no longer in the past, my people are no longer in the land of my hometown, and the calendar of the years of the departure of the deceased has added one stroke after another.
The morning light first dawned, and the smoke and rain were hazy. Holding a translucent umbrella and carrying a long gray-white skirt, I walked alone on the winding bluestone road, and although there was no shortage of people in the quiet mountain forest, there was no hustle and bustle of the bustling city, there was only the ticking, endless apricot rain and the gentle and melodious warblers and swallows. I blew the wind with temperature, listened to the rain with stories, watched the pink and white apricot blossoms drift silently, and couldn't help but think of what the Resident of Xiangshan once said: "The scenery is fireworks and fireworks on a clear day, and the songs are weeping and sorrows between the cities."
Somehow, I walked and walked out of my mind, and the lovely sun seemed to be walking side by side with me, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the gaps in the leaves and shone on the apricot blossoms that fell on the bluestone steps, and the two apricot blossoms were very elegant and shining. I leaned over to pick up the lonely flower, and a green leaf suddenly landed on the back of my hand, the leaves said big is not big, said small is not small, covered my little hand just right, just like Teacher Song once gently held my handwriting...
"The counter-edge starts the pen, hiding but not revealing; the center forward uses the pen, impartial..." Teacher Song's kind and warm words lingered in my ears for a long time. The warm tears could not help but dim my eyes, and faintly, I seemed to see The amiable face of Teacher Song, and the loving scenes he taught me one after another.
"Xiao Yu, you said that when we walk, our feet are one in front of the other?" Or do you walk on two feet? "One after the other, of course!" "Do you see this 'line' word, like a human leg?" "Like!" "'Walking' often means walking, so since we are walking like our two legs, shouldn't we also reflect the characteristics of 'one before and one after'?" My little eyeballs rolled twice, and after thinking about it again, I said, "It seems like this!" So please ask the teacher, how can we reflect this feature when writing? The corner of the teacher's mouth rose slightly, revealing a spring-like smile, warm as if it could blow away the haze in people's hearts, and there was no wine in the cherry-sized dimples, but it always made our hearts intoxicated as deep as the Mariana Trench. He intently wrote down two "lines" with different structures, and then looked at me tenderly with his clear and deep eyes and said, "The first way of writing can highlight this feature, paying attention to the left high and right low, up and down misalignment." You see the second way of writing, that is, the two sides are as long as each other, like a lame old man? "Nature is like..." There was more muttering in the secluded mountain forest. Endless memories spread freely in this apricot blossom rain, I opened my eyes, slowly looked at the misty, drizzling sky, I heard that this can stop the tears, but the tears in my eyes finally failed to fall back into the eye sockets, and the hand holding the umbrella became more and more weak...
Teacher Song loves me, his sideburns are white but his spirit is strong, he always uses his rest time to volunteer to guide me to learn calligraphy, in the early morning before dawn, in the busy noon, in the tired dusk, I have counted how many times... He selflessly loved each of his students, and dedicated his youth to the cause of education, tirelessly and tirelessly. He also often warned us: "Now you must study hard, learn deeply, and stay until the day you are a teacher, and do not skimp on what you have learned." I hope that in the future, you will also do your best to help every child who loves to learn, not to reciprocate, only to preach, only hope that children can learn well, become the pillars of the country, and let love and care spread throughout the streets and alleys around them. ”
Teacher Song traveled far away, and he went to another world to preach and teach. He can no longer teach us to write by hand, he can no longer tell us Chinese character stories in a loud and colorful way, he will no longer gently pat us on the back, smile and encourage us... But his voice is like a sound, his smile, every word and deed are deeply remembered in our minds, his concept of selfless dedication is deeply rooted in the hearts of each of his inheritors, his spirit of helping others is like the vast stars in the night sky forever bright, and his feelings of fraternity are like the depth and surging of the endless sea.
Teacher Song did not go, his loving soul has always accompanied and cared for us, I think this leaf the size of the teacher's hand is the teacher's silent care and thoughts. I carefully wiped this soul-like leaf, the emerald green leaf surface is uneven, the veins on the leaves are crisscrossed, may be the imprint of wind, frost, rain and snow, and in each clear mark, there seems to be a lot of secrets about life, waiting for us to discover and dig.
The most beautiful April day in the world, the Qingming light rain is long, the apricot blossoms are like a brocade extension, the old people return to love, and gratitude will always stay in the heart. The amorous apricot rain has been blown, the teacher's teachings are still in the ears, and the thick thoughts open their wings and soar freely in the Qingming forest. The clouds and mountains are cang, the rivers and rivers are yang, the wind of the teacher, the mountains are high and the waters are long! I will toast three glasses of thin wine to heaven, to my hometown, and to the place where you are!
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Source: Sichuan Provincial Local History Work Office
Author: Zhou Hongxiu (Member of Yibin Writers Association, Member of Jiang Dejun Shujian Creative Writing Workshop, Faculty of Literature and Art, Yibin University)
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