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Essay: An encounter at the age of 18

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Essay: An encounter at the age of 18

One day in the fall of the year I was 18 was one of the days I will never forget.

The sky was clear, the sky was cloudless, the sun was as gentle as spring, the autumn wind was not a chill, and the birds in the trees chirped and chirped, as if they were sending me off.

My uncle rode me on his bicycle, walking on country roads, my dog shrugging his tongue and following close behind.

At this time, I was a little excited and a little sentimental. Because I was about to leave my hometown, get on the train from Shangqiu, go to Yangquan, Shanxi, and join the work.

I was sitting on the train to Zhengzhou, looking forward to the future in the endless plains outside the window and the busy figures of autumn farmers, when the train arrived in Kaifeng, and across from my seat came a girl of about the same age. When I twisted my face, a pair of smiling eyes that I had never seen in my life, I was momentarily stunned. The girl also lowered her eyebrows in an instant of shyness.

I distinctly remember that it was I who spoke first: "You, where are you going?" She replied, "I'm going to Anyang." ”

I asked again, "What are you going to do there?" She replied, "I'll go to my dad's class." ”

And I asked, "What kind of work do you do?" She replied, "Go and be a weaver." ”

Next, I asked a lot of questions, and she answered them one by one. When I didn't have anything to ask, before she could ask, I told someone else about my situation.

I remember, she listened very carefully, and then she began to ask me questions, talking, talking, we all had a little surprise. Because the two young people have encountered a lot of commonalities: both are 18 years old, both graduated from high school, both went to pick up their father's class to become workers, and both have a beautiful vision for tomorrow...

Time flies so fast that before you know it, the train arrives in Zhengzhou. We were going to take a train again, and he was at the station watching our luggage, and I took the tickets of two people to go through the transfer procedures, but it did not happen that we could not achieve our wishes.

Her car was leaving first, so I went to see her off. When she was about to go up a larger step, she held out a hand and asked me to pull her up, this was the first time I pulled a girl's person, I didn't feel anything at the time, and when he went far away and drowned in the crowd, I found that my hand was a little trembling, and my heart was beating faster...

When I got on the transit train, I could imagine the sense of loss in my heart, and in the loss I felt remorse: why didn't I ask her address and contact information? Even more infuriating was that she hadn't even asked for her name.

Later, after arriving in Yangquan, after joining the work. I often think of this Kaifeng girl, and I plan to go to Anyang to find her, but in the end I can't make the trip.

In this way, more than 30 years have passed, things are not human, vicissitudes and great changes, many past events, have become the past clouds, did not leave a trace in the mind, but the smiling eyes of this Kaifeng girl are deeply imprinted in the depths of my memory, giving me warmth and giving me beauty.

Essay: An encounter at the age of 18

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