The story of summer

Text/Leaf

This year, it has passed the mango seed, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

On the street, people's clothes are getting cooler, and everything is telling us that summer has arrived.

For the summer season, I always have some different feelings, and there may be too many stories happening in the summer.

When I was young, I was always looking forward to the arrival of summer. Summer means long holidays, even if the weather is too hot to be irritating, but there are cold ice cream, delicious watermelon, cold mung bean soup to quench thirst, as well as cicadas, cool mats, and electric fans. There's always something you can't let go of and forget about the heat.

I can cross Jiro's legs, dig up a big watermelon, and chase the drama happily. He would also play with his brother in the alley of the ancient town on a summer afternoon. The two men ran sweating profusely, but tirelessly, until Grandma's call sounded at the other end of the alley, and then they returned with great excitement.

When I was young, I thought that summer was happiness, and when I grew up, I found that summer also meant parting.

The last part of my student days was summer. Before leaving school, the old class asked people who were still at school to eat dumplings at his house. So a group of people bought flour, cabbage, and pork and went to the boss's house. The students who can cook spontaneously began to act, some were noodles, some prepared fillings, and those who were not good at cooking sat in the living room and chatted with the old class.

It didn't take long for the dumplings to be cooked. When eating rises, some classmates suggest that you drink some bars. Everyone agreed, but there were only two or three bottles of red wine in the old class, and we drank it in a few clicks. Therefore, another classmate volunteered to buy a box of red wine.

Red wine with dumplings, how incompatible, but everyone ate with relish, as if forgetting that this was a parting feast.

I don't know when we ate, everyone drank all the wine, and then reluctantly left. When I said goodbye to the old class, everyone still talked and laughed, but on the way back to school, several students began to cry.

Xiao Ya was also, at first she just talked nonsense through wine, and then leaned on my shoulder and sobbed softly and said, "Auntie, I can't bear you" (in college, a few good classmates played around and set up a temporary family, Xiao Ya has always called me aunt).

At that moment, as if touched by some emotion, I comforted her, and I began to cry myself. I remembered that when I first entered the school, in the KTV box of the freshman party, Xiao Ya also rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. At that time, I was still thinking that this girl was too familiar.

But I didn't expect that this was the beginning of our friendship. For the whole four years, we used to be together, going to the library to read books, going to the mall, going to the West Lake. Sometimes it's annoying to think about her, but when it comes time to graduate, I wish the time had stopped.

When we are young, we always feel that time is very slow, and we have a lot of time to do a lot of things, but we don't want to regret it quietly.

Grandma also left in the summer. It was just after the end of the middle school entrance examination, bidding farewell to the nervous and busy junior high school, thinking that I could finally have a good rest, and I was very happy, but I didn't want to receive a call from my mother, telling me that my grandmother was gone. Although I already knew that my grandmother was seriously ill, but suddenly received such news, I did not know how to convert between great joy and great sorrow.

On the way to my grandmother's house, I was at a loss. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, saw the plain white of the house, and then saw my grandmother lying quietly on the bed, I suddenly realized that my grandmother would never open her eyes again, look at me kindly, and cried out with a wow.

I had made many wishes to my grandmother, but I never had a chance to fulfill them. That summer was suddenly eclipsed, and I lost interest in even my favorite cartoons.

Even after so many years, looking back at a certain moment, the heart still hurts.

Maybe that's growth. Even in the summer that just started, there were many stories and many insights.

In fact, the season is the season, the four seasons rotate, and the flowers bloom and fall. Because a certain season has signs of growth, it becomes different.