If you can go back in time, when would you most like to go?
The time I most wanted to go back to was high school, when the joys and sorrows were real, like this, untrimmed life
I don't know their names, they grow wildly in my memory
The reinforced concrete city has lived for a long time, a little anxious, so I chose a bright spring day and returned to my hometown
With high school classmates who have not been seen for many years, go to the outskirts of the small town and wander
The river has no waves, and the reflection is like a mirror
Walking on the winding mounds, there are no bustling pedestrians, only the swarming smell of wild vegetables and sweet silky earth
The canola blossoms are just right
Is this the grass that made the green dough when I was a child? The vernacular is called the Mill Sugar Temple
This is a shake (I don't know the official name), wait for the yellow, a bunch of strings down, put on the bamboo plaque to dry, you can put pillows, sleep on it, and the dreams are fragrant
The classmate pointed to this side, pretended to be an expert and said: This is wheat for people to eat
Pointing over there, it was wheat for the pigs
I waved my hand generously: say whatever you want, I believe it anyway
The pea flower on the side heard it and smiled with its mouth
Life, which is just a few, penetrates into the bone marrow
The spring of childhood was a brown glass bottle containing fresh rape flowers and two small bees, and the flowers only bloomed two or three flowers, and the bees were wild bees plucked from the cracks in the wall
The yellow and fragrant canola flowers bloom warmly without boundaries, and the mottled old walls, the busy wild bees humming songs, drill in and out of the cracks in the walls
The little brother folded a small grass stick and reached into the house of the bee in the brick crack, and the bee would fly out when it itched
The little fat hand waiting outside squeezed it one by one and caught it in the palm of his hand
Wild bees with white spots on their foreheads are not stinging, and the big yellow mother-in-law is also unstandered
The round chick excitedly held up the bottle and shone on the sun, and the bees and flowers were brown
The shadow of the bottle is reflected on the small face and in the clear eyes
Stick the bottle to your ear, the buzzing song and the fragrance of flowers, very close
The spring of youth is a surprise on the way to school
Throw your bag on the mound, jump into the ditch, and look at your own chubby feet under the water, or, hold a bunch of water weeds with little green shrimp bouncing inside
I went to the field with a small friend to pull a handful of alfalfa mixed with salt and buried it on the side of the road, trying to make a legendary pickle that made people drool, but they forgot where it was buried
You can carry a small bamboo basket to dig up the cabbage and pick the head of the maran, and you can line up through the steaming grass and earthy fields under the banner of the Young Pioneers to pay homage to the martyrs' tombs、、、
With my classmates all the way to pieces, lamenting that the happiness of childhood was so simple, perhaps, happiness is very simple
There was no one on the wild crossing, and the peasant woman who was basking in the sun under the river porch looked at us with her baby and said loudly: Ira is here to take pictures
The great white goose stretched out its neck and barked loudly
I haven't walked in such a field for a long time, and I am thrilled
Pulling a classmate and saying: In my heart, I can't fit the kind of big road in the city, only such a field
Classmates laughed, he knew what I was talking about
When I was a child, there was no primary school in the town, and I had to go to the neighboring village primary school and walk through a large field
I walked through such a trail on rainy days and sunny days
Wear cloth shoes made by your mother, plastic sandals bought by the supply and marketing agency, rain boots that you can wear in a few years, or simply barefoot
The weeds on the mounds are undead, and no one will put up a sign saying that it is forbidden to enter
Just walking next to the rape flowers, I heard the bees whispering in the flowers, the bag was dyed with a few yellow pollen, and the little people were wrapped in the steaming cauliflower fragrance and grass fragrance
I said I was happy, it was in my heart, very stretched, very comfortable, and my classmates laughed and looked at me excitedly
On the car back, complained in the high school group that fava bean ears had not been found
Who knows what triggered a hilarity of sunburning ears
It turned out that these guys had bean ears hidden in their mobile phones, and it turned out that I didn't find them and were plucked by these guys, and it turned out that everyone had quiet memories of their youth in their hearts
Unfortunately, they did not find flowers and plants (ziyunying), they said that there are very few people planting now, and some classmates raised their hands and said that he planted a pot on the balcony, and when he returned, he could shoot it for me
I don't know when, rape flowers have become scenic spots, and flowers and plants have become potted plants
And I, by the years, have been trimmed into a round-headed street tree on the side of the road
I suddenly thought that maybe when I am old, I can move back to the small town and live next to my high school classmates
The cost of living in a small city is lower, and the snail house in Hangzhou can be exchanged for a more spacious house in the small city
Life in the small town is slower, and you can find raw fried buns, chicken noodle noodles, winter shoots for sale, crab shell yellow and rape flowers by tricycle、、、
And those classmates, they will remember for me, who mischievously caught the moths that flew into the classroom and secretly put them in my pencil case, and on a hot summer night, there was a little girl sitting on the windowsill of the dormitory, shouting why boys can wear vests girls can't
It is said that life is a journey, not necessarily a journey to the last moment
Hometown is home, if I don't leave, maybe I won't go to the grassland desert snow valley volcano Lanka Masai Mara Yellowstone Greenland crazy run
But when you can't run, you may be able to go home with your memories and refuse to be a sidewalk tree that is crowded together
Ask an old friend, go back a day ago, look for a few bean ears, and dye a cauliflower fragrance
Those annoying emotions are all floating in the wind of the field