Spring has passed, red is thin, and green has become fat.
Outside the window, red cherries, green plantains; warm winds knock on the door, and light summer arrives.
A petal of falling flowers slowly crossed the curtain and landed outside the curtain. Like yarn, like silk, ruddy is still there, delicate is still the same, a wisp of incense soul returns to dust.
The flowers fell speechless. At this moment, it no longer has the swarm of bees and butterflies, and it no longer has a beautiful word. The flowers that had been dressed up in the spring had turned into mud and were crushed into dust. Once the red flowers were like fire, once pure and flawless, once the ice muscles and jade bones, once the tenderness of Wan'er, once the lingering compassion, all were covered by a piece of loess.
Look at that branch, the fruit fat leaf green, the sound of birds, is still a noisy scene, who will remember the spring color of the bright makeup, just quietly go away?
Spring is of course the most beautiful, but it is also depressed, perhaps the flowers of the world are like this, and imperfections and regrets are perfect. Life is the same, the years are hurried, life is in the blink of an eye, and youth is even more short-lived.
Youth is short-lived, but it gives everyone the same passion and wealth. In the long river of time, different stories will be staged in everyone's life.
My youth was inferior and lonely.
At that time, I was really inferior to the bone, relying on sensationalism to cover up my inferiority.
The first time I lived in school, I ran from the countryside to Jingbian Town Middle School more than a dozen miles away, and changed from a thatched house to a brick house, and my pride was born. Who ever wanted to be radiant for less than 24 hours, and was discouraged by the temperament of the people in the same room.
They have stylish jackets and polished leather shoes. Even the sleeping duvet covers are zippered, while mine is still an old quilt cover sewn by hand. Washed white, Zhongshan assembled a pair of liberation shoes and mixed in among the students who "waved the square", which seemed to be unusual.
Some teachers do not treat students from the countryside very much, throw themselves in inconspicuous corners, and love to learn or not to learn.
That spring, the school came to a group of intern teachers, and I only remember one teacher Zhang. The first time he gave our class a lesson, in our eager gaze, we saw him turn his back, and it took a lot of effort to raise his right hand and write three big words on the blackboard, "唰, 唰, 唰", at this time we could clearly see that Teacher Zhang was hunchbacked.
His clumsy appearance poked at our laughter, and some students first couldn't stop laughing, and laughed out loud, this laugh was like a flame thrown into a warehouse full of gunpowder, and the "bang" caused the students to laugh.
This smile also made Teacher Zhang, who had just graduated from college, blush, after all, it was in his youth, who was not a shy youth. Embarrassed, he pushed his glasses with his hands, and his lips instigated for half a day before he squeezed out a dry cough to hide his panic.
Since then, few students have liked to listen to his lectures, and listening to his lectures seems to be humiliated. And I was even more outrageous, whenever he was in class, he either lay on his desk and pretended to make a shocking snoring sound, or took the lead in coaxing and screaming. Whenever he encountered me making trouble, he always blushed, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose back and forth, and looked at me helplessly and smiled.
When I had tossed enough, he bent down again and again and said, "Please forgive me, be more inclusive, my class did not arouse everyone's interest, it is my fault, and this will never happen in the next class." ”
Once, after class, Teacher Zhang called me to his office and told me his story:
Because of the hunchback, his classmates looked down on him and stayed away from him, and he was also very inferior at that time. He often loves to fight against the teacher, and he dares to do things that his classmates dare to do to show his difference, so as to attract the attention of his classmates to him.
But as a result, no one cares how weird and ridiculous your behavior is, only whether you are useful or not. When it settled down, he found himself a real-life version of the clown.
After waking up, he learned to cover up his physical and psychological disabilities, and gradually became a good student who was "disabled" in the mouths of teachers and students. After that, he realized that living well was better than anything else...
On that day, the green of the branches was particularly thick, and the red of the campus was extremely red. I think that this experience is destined to be carved into the rings of the years.
Although the past is not consulted, the comers can still be traced. At night, I thought about it for a long time and decided to start a different life. The transformation begins with listening to lectures every day with peace of mind, focusing on learning, gradually establishing correct values, and finally overcoming the inferiority complex and becoming their own savior.
Floating clouds blow snow, and the taste of the world boils into tea. Unconsciously, I was also middle-aged. Every spring twilight, there will always be some soft-hearted chants and flowers, and I will also think of the hunchback teacher who loves to push glasses in a hurry. The youth of that experience is still fragrant, and it still inspires me to grow.
The heart has a floral fragrance, and time is warm.
Looking back, some people came and went, and some people got closer. I firmly believe that spring passes, never hide the fragrance of flowers...
Zou Xiao, representative works "Faint Fragrance of Locust Flowers", "April Qingyang". A number of platforms have signed writers, and many articles have been included in the examination question bank. I am indifferent by nature, there are stories, there are faiths, everyone is drunk and I am alone, and the world is awake and wishes me to be drunk.