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At that time, I was sprinting down the street, and I was wearing my gray woolen coat. There was no wind, however, and it was somewhat cold.
The street trees on the sidewalk are locust trees one by one, all dyed with a strong autumn color. It seemed, not deliberately, that I looked up. The sky was still high and blue and deserted.
Just as my mind was running around with my sight, a childish voice came from my ear, a little girl of five or six years old, shouting in a row, Mom, Mom... It turned out that the mother was walking too fast, and the child could not keep up.
Such a scene, suddenly, like an opportunity, suddenly brought me back to my childhood.
That innocent childhood, the child who wore a flower skirt and would find someone to show off, the child who was shy and hid behind his mother when he saw a stranger, the child who would cry when he saw a kitten, never to be seen again.
However, such a memory has been transformed into a beautiful sunset in the sky, which will never be forgotten. In the yellowed photo album at home, there is also a photo of me and my mother when I was a child.
My mother looked at me with a smile, and I wrapped my hands around my mother's legs and hid behind, showing only a timid and shy smile. This shyness, this timidity, this introversion, almost became the label of my life.
I wonder if this is innate or the result of homeschooling? I was born into an ordinary family with loving mothers and strict fathers.
Now, my father, who is in his old age, is kind and kind, and will talk to us cordially. When we were young, it was different, he had a big temper and would often scold us. Perhaps, life is too stressful.
I remember that at that time, when I dreamed at night, I was scolded by my father, and when I was like this, I would often be frightened to wake up.
At that time, I was particularly envious of the girl reiko in the neighborhood. Reiko is in the same class as me. Her father, who was the headmaster, was very nice to her and the family atmosphere was relaxed and democratic. We play together and read books together.
Later, she was admitted to the Teachers' College and became a teacher. Between us, we are gradually alienated by the years, just like Xun Ge'er and Leap Earth.
Our friendship is only preserved in good memories. Even if we meet, after a "hello", there is no follow-up. Both sides laughed awkwardly. I don't know where to start, but at that time, I felt the wide river of time rushing between us.
Perhaps, some people, just accompany you for a certain section of the road, scattered, far away, are normal.
The pain of growing up, or the memory of youth, is clearly documented when I was in junior high school.
At that time, I met a good teacher. He was the kind of guy who didn't talk much and always looked up at the ceiling. He was extremely fond of literature, and he wrote poetry almost every day. He is our homeroom teacher and my Language teacher.
The opening surprise of each language class is to write a new poem of his on the blackboard, and then he reads it triumphantly.
After that, let's each have to record it in a notebook. Check it one by one, or you will be punished. For example, penalty stations.
He also asked us to keep a diary, though, without checking. Perhaps, it was at that time that I began to keep a diary. I don't know if that was the beginning of my literary dream, but anyway, from that time on, I was tied to words.
I write it intermittently to this day, although years of persistence have not made my life rise to the top. However, under the nourishment of continuous writing and books, I have completely grown into a different person. A look I love!
I feel that words are a kind of spiritual healing for me. Thanks to the teacher, thanks to the words, thanks to the experience, all this has made me today.
I enjoy living now, going to work, reading, writing. What Zhang Ailing said, the present world is stable, the years are quiet, isn't it also like this?
In this world, not everyone can succeed. However, everyone is not required to grow into a peony. We all have our own light, we all have our own paths, we all have our own sea of stars. Just be yourself, because other people, someone else has done it.
Just as I was immersed in memories, my thoughts stopped at the scene of coming home from school at dusk. Suddenly, the phone rang. "Sister, where are you?"
"Oh, I'm walking near the winding road, it's almost here."
No wind. Cold. I tightened my coat. I put my phone in my pants pocket, looked ahead, and strode over.
