Long live youth
Single knife
The white scoop was very white, snow white, silk white, moonlight white.
The white scoop is beautiful, the face is beautiful, the body is beautiful, and the soul is beautiful.
That year, we all loved the white scoop, loved for no reason, loved innocently, loved outright.
That year we wandered around the campus of Liyang Middle School.
The sun was shining, the peach blossoms were scorching, and the bees were buzzing.
White Scoop is our nickname for her.
White Scoop is our classmate, our buddy, and our favorite. Bai Wan's family is in a neighboring village, and it is said that he lives with his father and has no mother. Her classmates in the same village said that her adoptive father had picked it up on the side of the road.
Although the family was poor— of course, the family was poor at that time, but the adoptive father still dressed up The White Scoop beautifully, more beautiful than the class leader Wu Sanni, and more beautiful than the Chinese class representative Zhen Mei. It was warm, and Bai Scoop was wearing a floral legless short skirt, and the ribbon was gracefully draped over the gentle shoulders. It was cold, and the white scoop wore a red and purple cotton jacket, which appropriately wrapped up the vivid body.
The white scoop began with a large braid, thick and long, black and shiny; later with two small braids, symmetrical, with a red bow tied at the end; and then cut into short hair, thick, neat, and smooth. In fact, no matter what hairstyle, we still love the white scoop as always.
The spring breeze envelops the nameless fragrance of grass and flowers, making the night warm and itchy. It's destined to be a sleepless season, we all toss and turn, and we all hope that the white scoop is also tossing and turning. Accidentally we fell into a dream. In the dream, the pear blossoms, peach blossoms are white, red, colorful, beautiful; brilliant. The White Scoop is the proud queen of the Kingdom of Flowers, and we crawl on the ground, surrounded by small servants and courtiers. Our dreams were beautiful and picturesque.
The summer rain is unrestrained, the grass and trees grow wildly, and the insects and frogs cry, intertwined into a song of love. At night, we sleep on our classroom desks – the school has no dormitories and students sleep on side-by-side teachers' desks. There are also many songs of love in our hearts, but we are all incomplete, duck voice goose cavity, afraid of ugliness, more afraid of our white scoop haha laugh. The red child went to the window of the girls' dormitory to learn cuckoo calling, and the white scoop slipped out, and we sneaked around the white scoop to go through the big wooden door of the school.
Inside the door, we scrambled to pick up the white scoop, and outside the door we scrambled to pick up the white scoop, competing to smell the hair and body fragrance of the white scoop. We struggled to sniff every piece of air around the white scoop, desperately eating every enticing piece of incense around her. We went out and stole green apples. The white scoop took her head, sang songs, threw off her shirt, shook off her long hair, waved her arms, and showed her boyish spirit. We're all her brothers, her minions.
The white scoop jumped on the leafy apple trees, and the water flowed to pick the egg-sized green apples, one by one in his arms. We picked and nibbled on the ground, and soon our stomachs were full of sour apples. When we had eaten enough apples, we gathered around the white scoop and marched majestically through the green fields and through the raging river.
Then lie head-down on the table and plant the onions and vomit in the stomach of the apples. There was a groan in her stomach, and in the midst of the moaning, we were worried about our white scoop, and I hoped that her stomach would hurt and be distributed to us, let us bear it. But the moon that night was fine, shining on the green apple paradise and our ruminating stomachs.
Autumn dew is deep and heavy, and the leaves fall into the branches, reflecting the sunlight. The fruit is full of heads and low, humble and humble. Wild chrysanthemums are golden and bloom all over the mountains. On the way to school, the white scoop picks autumn chrysanthemums into a flower hat, wears it on the head, and carries it on the strap of the school bag. We picked more flowers, woven them into flower caps, and scrambled to place them on the white scoop's desk, and soon it was like a hill. Sanni and Zhen Meili pouted and stared, and we ignored them.
Winter snow flutters, traffic is cut off, and the mountains and rivers in Liyang are lonely. Birds are lonely, people are bored. The school was still in full swing, and we went to the evening class and peeked at the movie under the guidance of Bai Scoop.
Movies are a feast for the countryside. The children have been admitted to college and eaten commodity grain; the new house has been completed; the new wife has been married; the old man has been happy and mourned; the cattle have given birth to calves; the pigs have laid down their cubs, and the joy cannot be expressed, and can only be handed over to a movie. "Wulin Zhi", "Shaolin Temple", "Tianxian Match", "Garland under the Mountain", "Mother Loves Me Again", "Wan Li" shrouded three hundred miles of Liyang River.
Bai Scoop loves to watch movies, we love to watch movies, and we have no reason not to love movies. What movies don't matter, our white scoop loves to watch is very important. Turning over the big wooden door of the school, running more than ten miles to reach the movie field, it was already crowded, and there was no gap in our eyes. We had to sit on the opposite side of the shadow cloth, watch the movie, and watch the crowded human head. Of course, where the white scoop sits, we sit, we automatically form a circle, and the white scoop is the center of the circle.
The white scoop sometimes rejoiced, sometimes silent like wood, sometimes tears rippled. Then we rejoiced at times, sometimes as silent as wood, sometimes with tears rippling. The queen of white lady temperament, straightforward and frank, crying and laughing, calmly rowing the boat of emotions, wandering freely in the rushing sea of joy and sorrow, I am those pious fish, tightly wrapped around the boat.
On the way back, our frozen feet warmed up on the way to chase the white scoop. White scoop rabbit legs, running fast. Whether we are chickens, ducks, goose legs or pigs, cows and sheep legs, follow the rabbits, naturally desperately fast, like the wind, like electricity. There were many stars in the sky, very bright, blinking to see the figure of us hurrying home, and eavesdropping on the bold words and sweet words of Bai Scoop's comments on the movie.
After class, we all love to play shuttlecocks with white scoops, jump rope, jump goats, squeeze old piles, play stone grabbing, play wrestling, and play all the games we all love to play. The game is often interrupted by the ringing of bells. We were out of breath and sweating and started chemistry classes.
At this time, the white of the white scoop becomes red and white, the apple red, the red that wants to kiss a mouthful; the white of the mutton fat, the white that wants to take a bite. The white scoop listened attentively to the lecture, and we concentrated on looking at the white scoop. We know that she, like us, can't understand and can't learn. Bai Scoop also knows that we are looking at the way she can't understand and can't learn. But The White Scoop and we were still preoccupied, so engrossed, even with thick eyebrows locked.
The chemistry teacher is a cute old man, the class is vivid, and Bai Scoop is also a representative of the chemistry class. With these two reasons, we must listen to chemistry class well, and we can't think of a single reason not to listen to chemistry class well, as if loving chemistry class is our destiny.
The teacher vividly demonstrated the chemical reaction, using potassium permanganate to make oxygen, the teacher said that manganese dioxide is the uncle, came to separate the family, did not take a little, went home empty-handed. Huang Bao said that he was more like a matchmaker, people got married, they had children, and the matchmaker was still a matchmaker. The teacher praised the yellow child, and the white scoop looked at the yellow child in surprise, and we angrily hated the yellow child.
The teacher talks about the reaction of hydrochloric acid and sodium hydroxide. The teacher said that this is a neutralizing reaction, just like the white of the white scoop and the black of my class black child, it is two substances, once put together, it is neither black nor white. Everyone's eyes immediately shifted from the face of the white scoop to the face of the black child, and then from the face of the black child to the face of the white scoop. The white scoop's face turned red, and the black child's face darkened even darker. Everyone no longer hated the yellow child, and immediately began to hate the black child.
Everyone thinks they are too yellow, and complain that their parents did not give their faces some black ink. When he handed in his homework, the black child handed a note to the white scoop, and then fled with a black face. White Scoop opened the note that said, I want to neutralize the reaction with you. Bai Scoop's face blushed, and chaoxia was red. Casually tearing off the note, he went to the teacher's office with his homework.
The black child regretted it, he was afraid that The white scoop would file a complaint with the teacher. The teacher came and was safe. The next day the homework came down, and the black child's homework was sandwiched with a note that said, No!
Those spring flowers and autumn moons, the time, grow wings, fly very fast, we do not see the color of the bird, not even the shape of the bird, and do not have time to understand a bird language, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never come. Towards graduation, one day, Bai Scoop unexpectedly did not come to school. Her classmates in the same village said her father had died. Later, Bai Scoop did not come back to school. As we were sorting through her books, we found a poem written by Bai Scoop that was ideally signed:
My ideals are soft
The softness of the embrace
My ideals are strong
The strength of the arm bend
Mom's arms
Mom's arm bend
My ambitions are ambitious
My ideals are far away
My ideal is to follow the tadpole to find my mother
We all became headless flies and lost our main bones. After graduation, we have begun to sadly conceive and build 10,000 elegant and beautiful hanging gardens that bid farewell to the white scoop. We planted peach apricot pears and pine bamboo plums in the garden, and also specially planted September chrysanthemums. We are all hard-working gardeners, clearing open dog tail grass and toad skin trees. Waiting for our Queen's arrival. As a result, our garden quietly disappeared, and it turned out that everything was a mirage.
And just like that, our queen went far away. We couldn't figure out where the distance was. I heard that Bai Dou went to Guangdong alone and never came back, and the students who worked in Guangdong said that no one had ever seen it.
Since then, our white scoop has evaporated in the world, but she is still in our hearts and dreams.
After the results of the recruitment, only the black child, the red child, the yellow child and a few others were fortunate enough to be admitted to high school, and everyone left LiyangChuan to work, and the sky was as north and south as the stars.
Thirty years later, we were meeting at the Wangjungui Hotel in Liyang Town, and we were all inquiring about Bai Scoop, we were all talking about Bai Scoop, we were all thinking about Bai Scoop, but none of us had any information about Bai Scoop.
The black child said that I had also written a note to our queen that I wanted to neutralize with her. The classmates laughed, laughed and laughed, and then they sobbed and said, in fact, we have written such notes. Classmates, you look at me, I look at you, in addition to being surprised to find the wrinkles at the corners of each other's eyebrows, and the white hair that creeps up the sideburns.
In the haze of drunken eyes, we see that our white scoop is very white, snow white, silk white, moonlight white; white scoop is beautiful, face beauty, body beauty, soul beauty. We all love the white scoop very hard, love for no reason, love innocently, love outright.
We raised our glasses and meditated together: The poisonous sunshine of the southern country, don't tan our white scoop!
That year, the black child was very black, black, pitch black, and the bottom of the pot was black.
Black Child is my nickname.
Yu Tao, a penman from Fangcheng County, Henan Province. Three-foot podium, life is plain, the heart is surging and the words are supplied. Recently, he has concentrated on the creation of "The Legend of the Old King Next Door", "Notes on Liyang Chuan", "Blue Eye World" series of novels and poetry essays.