Although thirty years have passed, when I hear the word "Laiyang", I still have a sense of intimacy from the bottom of my heart. Falling in love with Laiyang has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I fell in love with Laiyang because there was a school in this small town called "Laiyang Normal School", because there was a class called JiuΟYi in this school, and because this class once lived a group of rebellious teenagers and they jointly interpreted a memorable past of Qingmei.
Li Zongsheng wrote in "Crossing the Ocean to See You": "For you and I have used half a year's savings, those who have crossed the ocean to see you, for this reunion, I have even practiced my breathing repeatedly when I met, and words have never been able to express my affection in one ten millionth." Yes, I have returned to you countless times in my dreams, walked into the classroom countless times, opened the textbook and listened to the teachings of the teacher, and did not want to wake up for a long time. And now I am standing in front of your door again, but I don't know what to call you. Alma mater? Ordinary can't express my affection, lover? It seems to have been separated for too long. Friend! You are the best friend I will never forget in my life. Today, I am a wanderer with a love and dust like a distant wanderer, and you stand here waiting for the return of the deceased.
Although the two rows of tall Metasequoia trees in front of the school have disappeared, and the rows of bungalows of the Sports Group of the General Affairs Office of the Library Reading Room have been demolished and turned into a beautiful and wide plastic playground, I will still find the images and breath of the past in the trees on the side of the road, the bricks in the corner of the wall, and the grass in the flower beds. Walking alone, the fragrance of flowers in the garden accompanied by the fresh vitality of the herbs into the heart, the past is like the stars like a breeze, and the intermittent appearance of those vivid lives and those youthful days across the long river of years greets: several students in the communication room are looking for the long-awaited letter from afar, Yishen Garden is confirming the knowledge of biology class in twos and threes, some under the wisteria shelf look down to read some whispers, some people in front of the blackboard newspaper on both sides of the Yong Road are depicting mountains and rivers, some people are running on the basketball court, In the scramble, in the shooting, it turned out that it was a friendly match between the 303 and 304 boys' dormitories, and there were several female classmates cheering and shouting... Everything is as before, as if it has never disappeared, never dispersed.
The law trees on both sides of the East Road of the teaching building are neatly arranged, just like us who practiced in the queue during military training, the trunks of the trees are thick and the branches are lush, and the road is also much narrower. The canopy has become a row of umbrellas, shielding the sun from the wind and rain, like a loving teacher guarding the quiet campus. Between the office building and the teaching building are four square green spaces surrounded by holly, which are planted with various flowers and plants: peony, peony, elm plum, begonia, white lilac, cherry blossom, pomegranate... The Yong Road in front of the building was originally paved with gray cement bricks, and now it is all replaced by marble slabs, which looks rich and atmospheric and not ostentatious, and this is the place where we line up between classes and play badminton casually. On the side, it was originally a row of low window sills that had just reached the first floor, interspersed with a few pomegranate trees, and now they had grown into a tall tree and climbed through the windows on the third floor. Looking up, it seems to see those who once looked at the window in front of the window, the eyes that gazed, the girls who read books by soaking up the sun on the window rail, the small window sill is like a camera frame, reflecting the ordinary life at that time into the years of time, deeply preserved in the negative film of the mind.
The classroom of the first class of the Ninth Grade is on the easternmost side of the second floor. Climbing up the stairs, breathing rapidly, everything was so quiet that all I could hear was the beating sound of my heart "fluttering, fluttering", and I nervously covered my chest with my hands, afraid that my heart would beat out. Getting closer and closer to the classroom, my footsteps became weaker and weaker, and I could only struggle with the railing. The corridor was full of dust, and the small blackboards that practiced the basic skills of chalk writing were neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor every day, and like dandelion seeds, they followed every Laishi student into tens of millions of classrooms. Dust and messy belched the glory of that year, why didn't it keep all the schools with centuries-old cultural accumulation? This is the question that haunts every student.
The nameplates of the Ninth Grade I class have disappeared for many years, and those who have not paid attention to the youth and jinse years, through the glass on the classroom door, reflected in the dappled time, those figures that we have cried, laughed, laughed, gone crazy, and made trouble together, those laughter, choruses, chants and the lectures of the teachers, jumping in front of the podium, on the desk, in the corridor... An inadvertent glance, a warm word, a shy meal ticket, and even an inexplicable argument came out of the memories of all directions and echoed in this empty and dusty classroom. Thirty years ago, the most ordinary learning time reappeared in this classroom with thirty-seven classmates, and everything came alive again. It turns out that time does not really forget everything, on the contrary, some people have some things that will make you remember and last forever as the years go by.
Most people still remember the position clearly: the first row is Su Mei and The string students, the second row is Mei Juan and Xiao Li, the third row is me and Lao Gong, the fourth row is Yinghui and Lao An, and the last row is Guang Liang and Peng. Yinghui is my second sister and also a representative of the literature selection class, often correcting my Mandarin pronunciation, and always secretly stuffing a few meal tickets for me in the last few days of the month. Classmate An's object is the old high of the second class, when the classmates have dinner, he has been calling An classmates as Old An, and the first sentence that Old An is tall and generous to me is always "Fellow". Guangliang students always love to lock their brows and calmly consider things to organize class activities, when our freshmen first participated in the school sports meeting and no one dared to report a 10,000-meter long run, he not only signed up but insisted on running down, as a class leader, he really dared to fight. Peng students are far away, slightly curved back untrimmed face and thick spectacle lenses, Jiandong students always like to describe the male students who wear this kind of glasses as "small eyes drums". Mei Juan I love to listen to her slightly nasal voice and the look when she skims her lips, XiaoLi always walks with her upper body straight and urgent. The same table old palace classmates are gudao hot sausage cool and frank real sports master, sports 1500 meters champion, my original physical fitness is very poor, the first semester test 1500 meters when the class was fourth to last. Later, driven by him, after a semester of hard work, the 1500 meters reached a perfect score of 5 minutes and 7 seconds. Zhang Xian's eyes always like to stare at the ground when he enters the classroom, and he rarely comes to the back rows of us as if he were living in two worlds. Su Mei is not tall and loud, always hears his voice first and sees his people first, and is the partner who leads a class with me when I intern. Xiuxian classmate is the no. 1 table of another group, handsome little girl short hairstyle, called "guy" by girls, XinXiang is also a Fellow of Haiyang, a pair of big eyes always love to smile, speaking softly and not hurriedly is always a shy answer. The most impressive thing was Hao's cheerful laughter, shaking ponytail and light and flexible dance. There is also our level 90 set of fiery red without a trace of variegated school uniforms, chest and butt are printed with class and school number, the first time to wear red sportswear, so far fall in love with red.
On the day of graduation and leaving school, the drawing board and palette were placed in the back of the classroom by me and did not take away, I could not make a dashing farewell to the clouds of the western sky, nor could I do anything to brush my clothes to hide the merits and names, I was a very nostalgic person, every farewell was full of tears, every memory was full of nostalgia, let them continue to stay in this classroom instead of me.
How many old things are still there, but the old people are not there, and they don't know what night it is in a trance? The four seasons can be reincarnated, but youth will not return. Outside the window, the leaves of the pomegranate tree stretch out in the wind, and the past engraved in the veins of the leaves is also sung with the wind. Downstairs, the ping-pong table stands quietly, the grass on the side is green and yellow and green, the leaves on the trees are born and fallen and regenerated, and the person who plays the ball has changed stubble and stubble, whether it is still waiting for you and me. The smoke moon does not know the changes of the world, and the peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.
I can still remember the appearance of Teacher Lu Shicai, the words are short and good-looking, there is almost no intersection in the first two years of school, on the eve of graduation, I took us to the rural school with Teacher Cong Qian on the eve of graduation, from the beginning of politeness and courtesy to the later river and watertightness, the interaction between the teacher and the friend, they imparted their understanding of life to us without reservation. When I graduated, Mr. Lu wrote a passage in my graduation commemorative book, which is still unforgettable. This passage is like a beacon of hope, which has always inspired me when I suffer setbacks, when my future is confused, and when I am about to give up, and spur me to work hard. Every hard-working Lai shi people have not lived up to the expectations of teachers, many years later, some have become the backbone of the business, some have become teaching experts, some have become the backbone of the school, many positions and many industries have the figure of Lai shi students, everyone is using their own efforts to practice the school motto of "learning high for the teacher, being a model", proud of being a Lai shi person, but also let Laiyang Normal school be proud of us.
When I was in junior high school, I longed for Mu Ping Normal School, and many of the teachers around me graduated from there. When filling in the volunteer form for the middle school entrance examination, he repeatedly hesitated in the two normal schools of Muping and Laiyang, and later took Laiyang Normal as the first choice and the second volunteer of Muping Normal. Life is actually decided once or twice with hesitation. Thanks to this hesitation that allowed me to enter Laiyang Normal School, thank fate for arranging us to spend three years of youth together.
Wang Guozhen wrote in "Youth": There is a poem in life, when we have it, we often do not understand it; and when we can read it, it is long gone, and the name of this poem is called Youth. Youth is so beautiful, in this irreproducible journey, we have a unique memory, whether it is confused, lonely, uneasy, or jubilant, hot, ideal, it is the most shining day. Hugo once said, "Whoever wastes his years, his youth will fade." "Yes, youth is for struggle, not for squandering. Only in this way, when one day, when we look back on the road and say goodbye to the once youthful self who stood in the most brilliant sun, we can say: "Thank you, goodbye."
Now the two rows of tall Metasequoia on the inside of the school gate have disappeared, the office buildings and teaching buildings have begun to be demolished, the old glory of the people who came and went is no longer there, the old traces left for us to remember have disappeared, the youth can not be repeated, this campus we can never go back to, leaving only the small city of Laiyang in our hearts and the school in the small town called Laiyang Normal School.
In life, I have met many people, and I have faded as I walk. During the journey, how many stories were left behind, listening to them and dispersing, only these three years of time have been echoing in the mind and lingering. The years have taken away youth and beautiful faces, taken away too much reluctance and nostalgia, when the years are getting old, when the ravines climb up the face, when the memories forget the youth, I will hide this time in the photo album, printed in the mind, written into the text.
Thank you, Laiyang Normal! Thank you, dear teacher! Thank you, dear classmates! Thank you, for working hard!
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