In those years, there were no white shirts, no designed inner pockets for clothes, and never more than five dollars in the pocket;
In those years, I never combed my hair, and those hairs were long and long, like the rough nests of an impetuous bird and a finch;
Those beards are also not shaved, and the whiskers on the lips and chin are like a young untrimmed goat;
In those years, after class, I was crazy playing basketball in the pile of people in the lower grades, my underwear was wet, and I was drowsy in the moisture of body temperature drying at night;
In those years, I didn't understand what a yellow joke was, but I just thought that the female classmates at the next table looked good, and then quietly trimmed the messy hair on my forehead;
In those years, the girl who cared a lot about the girl sitting next to her answered the questions in her class, and her slight frown or smile would make her emotionally depressed or happy for half a day;
In those years, a meal can eat a pound of flour steamed buns, if there is no pickle, the pepper or eggplant that has not yet grown can also be eaten;
In those years, I liked to go out of the school, even if I was just riding a women's broken bicycle, but I liked to unbutton the third button on my chest and ride through the streets and let the sun blow through the pectoralis major muscles that had just begun to develop.
In those years, it would have been a beautiful thing to have a pair of double star sneakers, the kind with rounded protrusions on the forefoot and heel, or a blue sweatshirt with white stripes.
In those years, life seemed simple, there was no tobacco and alcohol, and there seemed to be very little deception. After the noodle shop that was associated with the school was debunked on the scale and was debunked by one of our seniors with broken eyes, we beat him during the evening self-study period, and we immediately rolled up the cuffs, removed the iron pipes on the dormitory bed, and unloaded the legs of the desk and chair to prepare to smash the black shop.
In those years, riding that broken car to see the sea. We don't know how far the sea is, only that it's just to the north, at the end of that wide asphalt road. We have no purpose, we don't even consider meaning or the idea of the subject matter, we hit it off, we set out.
We rode very fast, we easily overtook the slowly pacing ox cart, overtook the donkey cart that jogged in broken steps, and with a little more force, we even overtook the sudden and deafening tractor. The willows, poplars, and locusts regressed rapidly, and even the wind was crossed by us. It's just that there is still wind in front of the wind, and the wind is our direction. Our broken cars have reached the limit of speed, their tripods, chains, steel rims, pedals are all creaking in protest, but we still have endless energy, which is emanating through sweat, through every pore.
If anyone's chain is broken, I'll drag you along.
If anyone has a tire burst, if there is no repair booth, then ride the steel ring on the road.
Who can't ride anymore? Then you will ride in the back and cry.
We overcome difficulties, we help the weak, but we do not sympathize with cowards.
Come on, you're grass chicken (1) before you get to the beach! You idiot!
The sea is just ahead, don't you already smell a hint of saltiness in the wind?
Don't you feel the wind cooler than it was in the shade just now?
Don't you see fewer and fewer trees on the side of the road, getting shorter and shorter? Have you seen a lush yellow cabbage on the side of the road (2)? Haven't you ever eaten a bun made with it?
Come on! Don't make me look down on you!
The sea is just ahead, do you hear the sound of the waves? The sound of angrily hitting a reef or coast! Did you hear the birds calling? Seagulls or whatever birds, they're surfing the cape from the clouds, they're messengers of heaven and sea, can you believe it? Do you hear the whistle? A ship is probably preparing to enter the harbor or go to sea again, and the cabin is full or full of confidence!
Hard work, my brother!
Life always has to see the sea, even if only once!
(1) Grass chicken: Northern dialect, with a sarcastic meaning. Often mockery of those who give up halfway.
(2) Yellow Cabbage: Annual herbaceous coniferous plant, saline-alkali specialty. It grows more in saline-alkali land in the coastal areas of Shandong Peninsula. Edible, blanched in boiling water and mixed coldly, or add shrimp skin to make a bun, delicious.