Prose that flourished that year

That spring, when I was in bloom, I worked as an ordinary worker in an enterprise in a small town.

There, I met Yuer, Jingjing and Juanzi. Rain is falling all about my age and has become my good colleague in the unit. She not only has excellent work skills, but also works very well. We are in the same position, sitting opposite each other and talking about everything. Juanzi and Jingjing are new recruits. Juanzi naturally became her son's lover, and Jingjing became my new "neighbor". At the beginning, when I was familiar with the production work, I faced thousands of repeated actions of taking, taking and putting every day, and then selected products for classification through test data. After eight hours a day, my back ached and I was exhausted. However, don't underestimate these Jiao Jiao girls who just graduated from technical secondary schools. From the swelling and numbness of the wrist at the beginning to the ability and responsibility later, he quickly integrated into our team and became the youngest elite in less than two months.

From then on, the four of us were inseparable and became a veritable gang of four. Sisters help each other at work and take care of each other in life. Go to work together and eat hot pot around the table together. There is only one word for work in the factory, and that is "busy". But we can always find time for Rain is falling all to teach us how to cook food after finishing our daily work. Jingjing is always juggling and making new things. I remember once, holding a candy called "pop rocks" and putting a few in my mouth would bounce on my tongue, sweet and light, just like the taste of youth.

Juanzi sometimes talks to us about her makeup artist and dressing experience. Of course, occasionally we will talk about the romantic love between Lu You and Tang Wan, Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman over tea. Sometimes, on the way to work, you will completely ignore the image. You hold my waist and I twist your arm to play around. Hip-hop. It's not straight. After many years, in retrospect, there is still a warm smile at the corner of my mouth. On paid weekends, we will also line up in North Street, waiting for a duck that is still roasting. I will go to Times Square to see the fashion of that year. Go to the green grass beside the Han River to find a lucky four-leaf clover. After playing fitness equipment in Qiaobei Square, I will go to Dayun Wholesale Market to find some cute gadgets. At that time, we used to wander around mercilessly.

If a person's life can be divided into several stages, then youth will bloom. During the half-day holiday of Women's Day on March 8th, we went to the flower market together, each with a potted flower. Jingjing chose pink and purple hyacinthus orientalis, and Juanzi chose glittering and translucent and juicy hyacinthus orientalis. The two pots of flowers were held by us in turn to take pictures as a souvenir. If youth is wonderful music, then we are the protagonists of this concert. At that time, if "crazy girls" were used on us, it would be just right. Juanzi is versatile. She learned to make silk screen flowers in the video, which is very vivid. Such as gerbera, roses, peony flowers, etc. , like real. Before long, we all learned to share flowers with our good sisters in the unit. At the annual meeting at the end of the year, Juanzi was welcomed by a full house of elegant and exotic dances.

Juanzi is very beautiful, with a pair of beautiful big eyes and long eyelashes. Neat chestnut bangs, shawl and long hair hanging straight down the waist. At that time, she was young and beautiful, just like a magnolia blooming in the spring breeze. Jingjing, as far as Juanzi is concerned, is more capable of being a woman and more gentle and graceful. That year, when the osmanthus fragrance was overflowing at the door of the workshop, the company headquarters recruited a group of newly graduated university interns. In that group of young people, there are always people around Juanzi and Jingjing. They just don't like anyone. Later, Jingjing fell in love. Her object is the outstanding young people in the brother unit. Facts have proved that Juanzi already has a heart. When I was still at school, a handsome boy had a crush on her for a long time. Both of them found the right person. To celebrate, Rain is falling all and I made an appointment to eat hot pot in the city. That night, we walked in the street with moonlight like water and bright lights, both confused and longing. Although I can't sing, the first time I went to the love song room, my cheeks were slightly soaked by several glasses of red wine.

Juanzi got married in the spring of the following year after she joined the work. That day, the sun was shining. The flowering of begonia trees in her yard is extremely touching. Under the begonia tree, it is also crowded with people and weddings. A shiny BMW wedding car, followed by a long Audi team. Under the sunshine, it is full of joy. The car carrying the beautiful bride ran to the groom's house. Due to her busy work, Jingjing failed to be the maid of honor of Juanzi. Her son and I arrived early in the morning. The groom's home is in a beautiful suburban village, and the two-story villa Xiaoyanglou has already been renovated. At the head of the village, I saw her parents-in-law, dressed in costumes and heavy makeup, twisting the northern Shaanxi yangko. Simple villagers beat gongs and drums, surrounded by Juanzi's sedan chair, very lively.

After marriage, Juanzi soon became pregnant. All kinds of pregnancy reactions often make us can't help asking questions. Her lover was afraid of her hard work and asked her to resign and go home to rest. On the day of leaving, Juanzi left me a brand-new work clothes that she didn't want to wear at ordinary times, and left her common working tools to Jingjing and Rain is falling all. Next, Juanzi disappeared in the Gang of Four. You can only pay attention to the beauty and joy of life in Juanzi on QQ and WeChat.

The winter after Juanzi resigned, I also left my original post because of job transfer. Through a glass window, the three of us are busy. I received Jingjing's red wedding invitation. It was a winter afternoon, and the sun shone softly through the glass window. We both leaned on the radiator, and Jingjing's lovely doll's face shone with bright light and curved crescent eyes. We hugged each other and said a lot of sad words. More is a blessing, I hope everything is fine. Jingjing married the handsome young man with a good family, a house and a car. In Jingjing's wedding hotel, we met an old friend Juanzi who was about to give birth. Her deep eyes are full of the happiness of being a mother. We replaced wine with tea and chatted with each other about our work, life and future plans. Juanzi said with a smile that after giving birth, she planned to go to Beijing to see the Great Wall and the Forbidden City. It's time to go out for a walk because the world is so big.

Half a year later, we really received her photo from WeChat. Before the Great Wall and Tiananmen Square, Juanzi was still so pure and lovely. After marriage, Jingjing chose to be a full-time wife. Like Juanzi, she soon had children of her own. Time flies, each of us is salvaging the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea of our own years. I moved, changed my phone, and kept in touch with my sisters intermittently. After each brief encounter, it is a long expectation. Rain is falling all and I are still in ordinary posts, working overtime from eight to six. Sometimes I will look up and smile when I meet you, and sometimes I will have a short communication. Get together once in a while on weekends. I will also talk about memories of youth, which was once pure as water.

Time flies, bloom flowers fall, fall and open. One day, I suddenly got a call from Jingjing. There was a gentle cry on the phone, and a bad feeling suddenly enveloped me. Jingjing sobbed and said to me, "Juanzi held a farewell ceremony at the funeral home in the neighboring county yesterday afternoon. She just gave birth to a baby, still in the second month. Because of physical reasons, the baby is too young to attend ... I really can't bear to tell you ... ". I didn't listen to the latter words, but I felt very dizzy. How is that possible? Half a month ago, she asked her son to invite us to eat hot pot together. The girl with beautiful big eyes, are her eyes really closed? Is her cheeks as red as apples really cold and pale? Will her slightly upturned mouth really freeze forever? She is only 25 years old, the same age as a flower!

Sitting alone by the window, it's raining cats and dogs outside. Yuer and I can't believe that her happy life has just begun, and pity her newborn child. We got in touch with Juanzi's lover, a big guy, through Jingjing. Tears flowed down his face. It turned out that Juanzi suddenly fell ill, so they ran around in Xi and other places for treatment, but they couldn't keep her. White-haired people send black-haired people, and Juanzi's parents are heartbroken several times with their young children in their arms.

For a long time, Yuer and I often dug out the photos taken when the company organized a trip to Jiuzhaigou. In the photo, we used several silk scarves as cloaks and skirts, posing in various poses, and fixed many good memories between good sisters. Juanzi, who once strolled the Hanshui River with us and smiled like a flower, and the woman who leaned under the willow tree and listened to the wind by the water, I wonder if she is well in the distant kingdom of heaven? For a long time, I couldn't get out of the heavy shadow. The people of Sri Lanka have passed away. I just hope there will be no more diseases in heaven. Juanzi in our memory is still so lovely and happy. In the most beautiful season of life, Juanzi was lively and beautiful, but she left us forever.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Looking back on the past, I only want to sketch the blooming flowers on plain paper with my humble pen to pay homage to those lost years. For my son and I who are about to enter middle age, we often can't help sighing about the years together. Looking back, the figure of the former is looming.

Walking on the bank of time, the past is ups and downs. People come and go around, such as passing by in a hurry. Only by cherishing the warmth and beauty of the past can we be worthy of time and flowers.