A dream sealed in ruins

It has been more than a year since I moved my home from childhood to adulthood. The main reason why I want to write something for it now is that I dare not rely on my memory to carry all the people and things worth remembering for me. I do not know which day the relatively clear picture existing in my mind will be gradually blurred by the consultation of life trifles. My childhood is so precious and worth a lifetime to recall ah, but when this period of time has no carrier to cling to, I am not sure whether it can firmly exist in my mind, so I must find a place to seal this time that can never go back, if the clue to open the memory has been erased, then I can only remember the results when it is forever entrusted to big data.

The village where I live is quite large, both in terms of population and area. It is not rich, at least in my entire primary school, most of the families are farming to support the family, I like this life, the whole childhood lived a simple and happy. My home is in the east side of the village, the east side of the house and the southwest side of the river, the river is sometimes no water, and when I was young, the most dislike is that the river is full of water, after lunch to go to school by the south side of the Hutong river, a lot of boys swimming in the river, the chance of meeting their classmates is almost 100%. I still remember that it was very difficult to walk that distance of less than 500 meters, when the river suddenly came out of the classmates to call you a nickname that was simply to make you ashamed. In order to avoid this embarrassment, I often go around a lot of wrong roads, looking forward to the weather becoming cold, looking forward to the river becoming dry, and looking forward to growing up quickly… I hope I hope I get what I want. The ditches without water became battlefields for my brother's generation, who dug out all kinds of strange holes and piled up all kinds of "hills". That's definitely our paradise.

The east side of the river used to be a good piece of forest, every summer evening, we will take a flashlight, carry a bottle to find the insects called Jincicada, adults and children the whole family out, the flashlight in the forest, and now it is difficult to see the lively at that time. Before I went to junior high school, I often went to the forest to herd sheep after school, I have always been timid, others drove the sheep past, after a while, I directly rushed home, and every time I was trying to make these sheep together, must always be in my line of sight, for fear of being stolen, there is always a team of sheep I keep gathering and scattering. At that time, I was actually very young, so small that I was not a sheep's opponent, and I would be dragged along by a rope, and I could not tell who was walking who. At that time, I didn't think too much about it, I felt that it was my own thing, adults were busy enough, what they did was more tired, but I thought that what I could do was already very easy.

There are many college students in my hutong, and the neighborhood is quite harmonious. Before going to school, after dinner, I would follow my neighbor's brothers and sisters and friends of the same age to play hide-and-seek, corn stalk chopping, wheat stalk chopping, which strict to drill, which black to hide, while drilling into the seam while afraid of something inside. There are many children in the two big uncle's family in front of my home, and there are rubber bands, glass balls, hacky bags, and shuttlecock in his home. At that time, we earned enough envy. And there was a smell in his kitchen that was like burning a certain kind of wood, which I really liked to smell, but I don't even know what it was. After primary school began the morning reading class, every day at about six o 'clock, the hutong began to hear early people Shouting with their own class to go to school, the door banged, I still remember my mother recalled that at that time, I felt that the whole hutong was hopeful. I grew up is definitely a good girl in the village, after school to cook, take younger brother, sheep this is not arranged. But occasionally forget to bring the key, but do not know where the parents go to do farm work is the most testing me, I once answered on a paper "please use the basis of… Judge… "Such a question, answer: I judged the direction of the wheel print at the door of my mother to do farm work in which field. The first time I looked at the big Red Cross on the paper was not sad, because it made me more firmly believe that everyone did not know this way, even the teacher did not know. But it worked so well that at one point it gave me the illusion that I had the talent to be a detective.

My primary school is in the Middle East of the village, in fact, it is closer to my home than my classmates in the west of the village, but my legs were too short at that time, and I always felt that the school was far away from home. I envy my classmates who live near the school, envy them to sleep for a long time, and I can go home next class. But grandpa's home is next to the school, will go to grandpa's home to drink water after class, go to grandpa's home to eat steamed bread after school, long body that time is always hungry, hungry after school can not insist on going back to their own home. The earliest school has several table tennis tables, of course, for us that is more like a "stage", we sing their childhood and ignorance on the stage, in the stage to grab a place on the stage, from the stomach up to the tiptoe can sit on, change more than height ah. We can step on a flower bed in the grass can not grow out, can pull the flower bed on both sides of the Longjava tree naked, but also the door on the new glass "accidentally" smashed. The more you don't let the close place the more curious, lying on the window peeking at the office, eavesdropping on the teachers under the door, secretly going to the teacher's toilet, curious about everything that can't be approached, and even feel that the teacher's toilet is fragrant!

In the summer, we "sell water" in the classroom, you give me a notebook paper or a lead in an automatic pen, I let you drink a drink of water, good relationship can drink two. Their complete homework is not needed, but the various colors and types of homework paper earned by "selling water" are stapled into a small, rare, which is probably the so-called sense of achievement. In winter, one of us squatted in a dustpan and let another classmate pull the ski. Yesterday was fighting, today can be hard enough to let you drink more water friendship. To say long love, it has to mention the school gate to sell snacks, first at the school gate, then there is a commissary, and then her commissary became a supermarket, when I was in she, I left she is still in. She was a very powerful proprietress, with a loud voice, more than enough to handle us terrible children.

The village is now in ruins, and everything that once existed there seems to have never existed. I still do not dare to look at the house I have lived for more than 20 years after it was pushed to the appearance, there are some things we must admit, that is change, everything is in constant motion, when a thing has completely lost its original appearance, you are used to seeing and accepting its later appearance, then who will care about the past, and why care about the past. So I don't want to see it, I think at least these years it is still the same as before. After all, there is a brick, a tile, a grass and a tree have made up the first 20 years of my life, and I even feel very sorry that I can not get married from that house, and how can I accept its broken and messy now.

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