There is a feeling called sending small classic prose.

There is a feeling called "growing up". Many people will have such "growth". They are either your closest classmates in kindergarten and elementary school, or when you were young, you caught dragonflies, played hide-and-seek together, swam in the river together, and played with cats and dogs through a wall. ...

When I was young, I ate a steamed stuffed bun together, that is, a popsicle was licked in turn, and a handful of melon seeds were given to the people who were gnawing;

People who never call each other by their first names, but always call each other by their first names when they meet;

It is the one who always gives you news in the first place, no matter good or bad;

That is, no matter how much money you have, you will keep scolding you as soon as you meet, but you have no temper at all;

Is a man I haven't seen for years, but I don't know him at all, and immediately talks about everything like an old acquaintance.

The friendship between "growing up" is often no less than the affection between brothers and sisters.

When you grow up, these "little hairs" may become your friends who talk about everything, spending more time together than with your family. With them, you can always open your heart and have no precautions or scruples.

When you are depressed, sad and miserable, they will often become your best confidants, because they know you better, comfort you better, advise you and get drunk with you.

When you are successful, happy and happy, they will "bounce the crown" with you, give you a high five and get drunk with you. Those drunks who are still stumbling in the street after midnight, shouting and drinking, may be a group of "children".

In today's society, under the temptation of power status and the impact of economic interests, the communication between people has become more and more complicated, more sophisticated and utilitarian.

The relationship between relatives is unconsciously alienated, and friends have bad feelings. When classmates get together, they often consciously or unconsciously compete for "mixing", and it is inevitable that there will be infighting among colleagues in the workplace, which makes people feel particularly "boring".

For urbanites with great pressure in work and life, the ubiquitous sense of alienation makes them need to "shrink" to make up for the lack of intimacy. Childhood friendship is often less utilitarian and more caring; Less formal, more relaxed; Less polite and more casual, this "growing up" pure and sincere friendship makes people feel more practical, friendly and secure. In the face of "growing up", it is often easier for people to be true to themselves.

In today's cities, there are more tall buildings, but the distance between people is far away, and the probability of becoming "small" is also less. At that time, a large courtyard and a row of bungalows lived next to each other. My family sends jiaozi a plate, and your family sends a bowl of boiled broth less and less.

With the exchange of visits between relatives, friends, classmates and colleagues becoming less and less, I can't help but miss my friends who "peed and played with mud" together when I was a child when I looked at my neighbors who lived in a unit for many years but didn't know their names and never came and went.

"When pear flower falls was around, when the drizzle dripped on my cheek, when the autumn wind blew into my hair, and when snowflakes floated into my eyes, we went through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter together. When people reach middle age, I realize that everything about me is closely related to you, and I can't live without you ... "A paragraph describing" getting smaller "touched my heart more than once, letting me know that there is such a friend in the world.

Because we are "small".

There is a feeling called "sending small classic prose". The summer of nineteen years ago was the last time I saw you. Seven years ago in the autumn, on the third anniversary of your death, I learned the bad news.

This year marks the tenth anniversary of your death.

Whenever I think of my childhood, I will think of you.

We are neighbors. You are seven days younger than me. When I was a child, you were my only playmate, and your parents only wanted me to play with you, because we were both weak and sick. Even if our parents want us to go out to play, no children want to play with us. Many games can only be spectators because of our lack of physical strength. The children were avoiding both of us at that time. They were worried that they might accidentally hurt us, so we became each other's only playmates.

Later, we went to school together, left school together, did our homework together, and sometimes went to the infirmary together.

You have a beautiful voice, and your classmates call you little singer. In the third grade of primary school, we joined the school's literary propaganda team together. You sing and I dance. Do you remember? Teacher Zhou, who teaches us music, often scolds you for wasting your voice! I don't know why, you sing very well, but it's a new song and you can't learn it. You often complain in front of me. You said you had worked hard, but you just couldn't learn it within the time specified by the teacher. Either you forget the words or you sing wrong. Later, whenever there were new songs, you always asked me to help you make up lessons. Go home and you drag me to tutor you. When the teacher praises your rapid progress, you will look at me with grateful eyes. In fact, I especially like to go to your house because you have a very charitable grandmother. Every time I go to your house, she will treat me as a granddaughter. I have never met my grandparents, but your grandmother filled the gap for me.

Our friendship filled the whole childhood.

After graduating from junior high school, I went to high school, but you didn't go to high school for physical reasons. In high school, I had a lot of homework, poor health and less contact with you. I can't leave to visit you because I can't finish my homework occasionally. It was not until many years later, when I got married, that I invited you to be my maid of honor. We got together and talked about everything as we did when we were children. I remember when you told me you were getting married, I didn't know if I could get married. How can it be? You are younger than me, I am married, and you are soon. This is what I answered you at that time.

I don't know how many years later, we met unexpectedly and learned that you were married and already a mother of two children. My husband is very kind to you and built a three-story building with a yard in the town. From your chubby face, I see happiness and envy you! You dragged me to your house. It's really beautiful, you know? I was really happy for you when I looked at your building and the smile on your face. Who says you can't get married? You are much happier than your peers. This is what I said to you the most at that time. You keep telling me how good your husband is to you. As a full-time wife, you hardly worry about anything at home except taking care of the children. I believe, from the smile on your face, I believe you are really happy.

Later, we can only meet when we go back to our parents' home for the New Year. Later I heard that you went out to do business with your husband.

The last time, in the summer of nineteen years ago, when my son was three months old, we met at her mother's house. We sat together and talked for a long time, mainly about children. You told me that you have two daughters, and your husband takes care of all three of you like babies. I came back this time to transfer my children. You still look happy, but you are much fatter than before and look like a rich woman. Do you remember what Uncle Yang said about us? He said: don't look at the porridge in the pot, just look at the meat on your face. You two are the same age and have different lives! You also helped me tell Uncle Yang that she loves beauty and keeps a slim image. Unlike me, she is as fat as a pig. I wish I were as slim as her. The next day, you went back, and we separated again, each doing his own thing.

In 20xx, my mother was dying, and I returned to the place where we spent our childhood together. As usual, I went to see your parents and asked about you. Who knows they told me that you have been gone for three years!

You left your beloved husband, young daughter and elderly parents forever. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I was like a bolt from the blue, and I didn't know what to say for a long time. Your parents briefly talked about your situation before your death, and I felt extremely sad from their words. I fought back my tears, comforted a few words and escaped from your house.

This year marks the tenth anniversary of your death. If only you were still alive. The children are old, and we have plenty of time to sing and dance together as we did when we were children. It's a pity that you left, and I only have one person to talk to myself about our happy childhood.

There is a feeling called "Xiaomao" 3. My little hair is short and short. Today, we have a video chat online again. In a way, I have nothing to say to him. Everyone is so old and busy with that thing in life. Many years ago, just two years ago, we had little contact, no telephone contact and no software chat. Why did he invite me to chat with software frequently this year, so enthusiastically? I probably know some of the reasons.

This moved me so much that I almost cried several times. I know that he respects me and all those who love words and writing, just as I respect all my literary friends in Jiangshan, and this respect comes from the heart. People who haven't written it may not know, at least for me, I am very lonely, and I have to admit that I hope to get the most basic care and understanding from others. Some people, some friends, some grown up, they said I like to do unknown things. Oh, my God, what a pity! This makes me sad more than anything. It's a trivial matter for a person to insult me. It is a contempt for all literary lovers. At that moment, my heart was broken and it hurt like a knife. No one knows that many people outside words only know that today's writers are great, but they don't know that people who are obsessed with words are actually great. They are tirelessly pursuing loneliness behind their dreams, persistent persistence and facing the contradictions in reality. Of course, the most important thing is writing. People have a sincere heart, dedicate their pure heart to God, pray and bless everyone around them, people they know and people they don't know, and give the mountain a warm name. I just need to face the sea every day and warm bloom in spring.

I have been camping in Jiangshan for a year, and I have a lot to say and a lot of long-standing feelings to express, but I am born dull, unable to write beautiful English and slow in typing. I graduated from middle school and technical secondary school for one year. Although my education is very shallow, it doesn't affect my love for literature at all. I am satisfied that I can't write a beautiful article, but I can always present my heart to the pen. Many friends don't know that I have a hobby of literature, and I don't know that my words will be posted online. I thought it over and over again. When I told my friends the words of my soul, only the gnomes understood me, respected me, supported me and moved me.

Dwarf God is not short at all, but he didn't grow tall for a while when he was a child, so we laughed at him and nicknamed him Dwarf God. Now he is tall and handsome, a college student and has a beautiful girlfriend. He is going to work in the society soon, but I still can't change my mind. He even wants to feel closer, as if we were children again. Every time I chat with a video software, I keep calling him short like singing, and he will reply me with a beep.

We have nothing to say, but we can always find something to say. I followed his mobile phone video to visit his whole campus. It was a cloudy day, the playground was wet, there was no sunshine in the air, and there was no figure in the long corridor, which seemed lonely. I remembered my year in technical secondary school. How similar. He said that he would graduate from college soon. A few days ago, the school held a grand graduation event. Everyone went to a five-star hotel for a big meal and then left. Speaking of which, he was a little choked up, so was I?

Every time I chat with the software of Dwarf God, the past comes to my mind. When I was a child, I often played cards together, peed together to see who pulled long, stole from my neighbors together, and smoked together until sunset. We didn't know the way home in a daze-we skated together. In Shangrao County, in the gloomy July of the year before last, you naughty said, grab her hand and eat her tender tofu. You have always been a lovely, lively and energetic person. With you, my melancholy days are much less. You are a very talented person, good at singing and dancing, good at eloquence and good at sports. I am far behind you, and I admire you very much.

Today, we had a video chat again, and then we remembered the past, and scenes of the past came to mind.

This article is only to commemorate our friendship.

There is a feeling that I can't remember when I joined, but the friendship of joining is really a long time. At present, we pay attention to circles, but when talking and laughing, we should talk from the perspective of help. When we are a small group, we will get together comfortably and beautifully, and we can like it if we want.

The girls who once lived in the old house in the west campus have grown up everywhere now. Although it was abolished when we met again, mature women all wore fleeting smiles and still exuded charm between them. Those traces that flow slowly in the years have been flowing in the lush years, and the mood of the flower season has never fallen.

A flower can be described as a single branch, and several flowers can be described as a flower cluster. Looking forward to the fleeting time, what kind of flowers and wonderful flowers are there? Let a hundred flowers blossom for a hundred days, and beauty is dazzling among the flowers. Bloom flowers fall year after year, and I can't help smiling warmly from my heart. That is the warmth and friendship I have cultivated for most of my life.

Young and ignorant, I never knew where our friendship was. I only knew how to catch shrimps together in the river, shoot frogs together in the stream, catch butterflies together in the jungle, stick cicadas together in the mountains, play together by foreign wells, play together in the Woods, and make trouble together in the mountains until those long and black characters appeared. Those shocking posters were posted on both sides of the road in front of my old house, which shocked the people. Knowing my father's secret, doubting my past, and trembling to listen and accept, however, the hasty fleeting time and the reversal of black and white years have not affected the friendship, and in the long run, it will be infatuated.

Falling in love and getting married is like spinning around your own world in a small scope, and always seems to wander around your husband and children in the pot. Because that old and influential sentence is knocking at any time: my husband is the sky, and I am the earth. However, when you think about it, it's not like this: small hair is the wind, and I am the sand. Haha, that's the threat when we are together again. How emotional and affectionate.

A small world is the world of home, with pots, windowsills, tables and a few pieces of weak soil to cultivate. It is a place where a person needs to practice all his life. It is so important that he has developed an inclusive heart, including the world and all rivers.

Do our best to maintain those lands, and the means to distinguish between sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty have been practiced on the pot and table. The house is full of fragrance, and the lips and teeth are fragrant; The fragrance on the windowsill is also bright and gorgeous, relying on the lush green life, coming and going with the prosperity of each season; At my desk, I made my career with a pen. There is a mature charm between the lines, which also brings the vicissitudes and tempering of the world. Growing flowers and cooking with my career, which day didn't grow? It is also in these ups and downs that I have grown up, and at the same time I have gained a lot of gains and dreams.

In the wasted years, after several storms, it has been tossed for recent decades. After the children began to travel around the world, they finally let go of their own state of mind, and the donkey also walked in his own world, happily and romantically with the boys in the gang, enjoying the happy journey with them and saying that he was very happy.

Haha, accompanied by laughter. These smiles that have reached the bottom of my eyes have been with me for most of my life. It seems that I will laugh as soon as I see them. Laugh stubborn, grow up ignorant, smile charming, laugh in tears, but I also know that women will have many regrets if they don't laugh all their lives. So it's good to be a happy woman.

Young people in the West Campus, I wish you a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. I hope you will be happy and everything will be fine.

There is a feeling called "being small". On the way back from work at noon, I walked halfway up the mountain. The perfect combination of hot sun and cool breeze, one is baking my whole body and the other is cooling my body. I don't know what it feels like. Mouth unconsciously humming a favorite ditty. Unconsciously, I took to the avenue.

A little boy of about twelve or thirteen walked in front of him. I saw him look up at me and then lower his head to think something. I think children as old as this should study in this school. I guess he was thinking about some trivial things on campus, and I didn't care too much.

Suddenly, my heart seemed to think of something, and I unconsciously produced a * * * sound. Actually, it only took a few seconds.

I began to look at him carefully. His thin face seemed to have a little gray layer, which set off a pointed nose and a pair of black eyes under his faint eyebrows. I vaguely saw him smiling, and the dimples on his right face were particularly obvious. Looking at his exquisite student head, people have an illusion, a tough feeling and a positive feeling. I can't feel that kind of flagging consciousness at all. Take a closer look, the bright red scarf, thin body wearing an outdated T-shirt, faded jeans just cover Beijing football shoes (the kind we wore when we were young, with nails on our feet). I still have a toy water gun in my hand. This is the nature of children. I smiled.

So was I. I fell into memories: that place was called Yuemo Village. Two little boys, laughing and playing, were walking along a difficult country road, both dressed in rags and covered with dirt. From time to time, I pull some grass from the side of the road and put it in my mouth, humming the theme song of the cartoon, like Shuke and Beita's, or a big-headed son or a happy family car. I can't remember clearly. It was summer vacation and scorching sun. In a short time, we arrived at the river, where cruise ships passed by from time to time. The waves were rough and the river wind blew on the two little boys. The red scarf on the chest is also dancing with the wind. When the picture jumped, I saw two little boys start digging wet sand on the beach by the river. Their faces, clothes and hair were covered with sand, and their faces showed a virgin smile. Yes, it was indeed a virgin age, and nothing needed to be thought about. Castle on the beach, tunnel, some ideas.

The picture jumps again, and a group of little boys are smiling innocently with the afterglow of the sunset, carrying big bags of small crabs in their hands. A few hours ago, a group of little boys all compared the same movement, put their hands into the cracks in the stones that were about to be submerged by the river, groped for a while and took them out as crabs. Only a little boy has been standing on the side and smiling at them. The dimples on his left face are not obvious, as if he were catching crabs. Why doesn't the little boy go Because he is afraid, afraid of crab tongs. He went alone to collect firewood, move stones and make a fire. The little boys finally came back and put crabs into the fire with smiles on their faces. After a while, I ate everything. It was dark, and there were burnt-out firewood ashes, crab shells, castles, paths and footprints on the beach under the moonlight. There seemed to be waves of innocent laughter in the air.

It's night, under the incandescent lamp, the sound of water coming from the toilet, and the true feelings of Hua Zai in the player. A few minutes later, immature words came from under the covers, laughing and squeezing. There is still rumbling noise in the factory, thinking about going to school tomorrow, and there is silence. Only grasshoppers seem to be reciting eternity. In eternity, we ride bicycles and pass a gate and trees. It is still the rugged road, the power distribution room, the river, the sincere virginity, the field of hope and the eternal laughter. Overhead power lines, Lang Lang in Xu Feng, and aquatic plants in the river. You can see groups of people by the river, holding rowing tools and rowing the fish in the river meticulously. So is my dad. They greeted each other respectfully, as if the people in the village were so carefree and satisfied, and people were working happily in the fields next to them. This is the true meaning of life.

Life in the village is the same, but everyone feels very satisfied and rich. The real society forces us to pursue material enjoyment, but who is happy? That's how my parents lived. They have lived together ever since. Although they are worried about this unfilial son, I must clarify that they are happy.

I have been thinking about those two boys. I want to go back in time. Grass in the sunset, laughter by the river, words of mutual affection. I am silent, growing and mature, so far. ...

There is a feeling called "my hair is small". Now I am the mother of a child aged 10.

I attended her wedding during my sophomore winter vacation. I didn't even have my first love at that time.

People are a little old and always like to recall the past. She is the most unavoidable part, and we spent that boring, long and endless childhood together. I gradually found that people who experienced after her, my sister, my best friend, my husband and even my daughter, all had her shadow.

She is older than me, and our two families have been neighbors for 17 years.

The earliest memory is that when I was five years old, it was a hot summer afternoon and suddenly there was a thunderstorm. We sat on the mat and watched Liuliu eat the big peaches brought back by her mother.

When I was 6 years old, her mother and my mother took us to the photo studio to take pictures. His face was painted with rouge, and he was wearing a hand-knitted sweater with a doll head that was popular at that time.

When I was 7 years old, I found a bird on the road. My mother dug up a very fat soil silkworm from the flowerpot, but the beak was too small, and everyone was helpless. She cut handfuls of local silkworms and stuffed them into the bird's mouth. Her hands were covered with yellow mucus, and I almost threw up.

8 years old, summer vacation. She has a big mole on the back of her neck, which is really ugly. She said, please hold it for me. We studied it for a long time and agreed to smoke it first and then cut it with scissors. In the middle of the wound, there is a neck of blood. I dare not cut it, but she didn't cry. Some hair was burned, too. Later, her mother brought her to my house and called me heartless. I was beaten by my mother.

We played house on the roof and quarreled for some reason. She dropped the cement board in her hand on purpose and broke my foot. We broke up for two weeks. Later, they smashed cement slabs into steel bars and sold them to waste collectors.

9 years old, a math exam, we both got zero points. I almost want to die of shame. She always comforted me, "it's okay. I tried several times and I couldn't understand the questions."

10 years old, during the summer vacation, I went to her home to report every day after work, rummaged through everything and damaged her sewing machine and washing machine. Take her away from her balcony and transfer her to mine. We live on the sixth floor. I led her to open the door. At that time, there were windows in the front door, and we had to turn them over almost every day. Stealing crayfish in the rice fields of Nangang, she fell into the water once, and I fell into the water once-her mother hated me, locked the gate and balcony, nailed the window to the gate, and forced her to break up with me. There happened to be a crack under the wooden door of her house, so she cut another crack with an axe, unloaded a board and came out. We played with stones for a long time, because she was beaten and I was beaten.

1 1 years old, we agreed to shit together every day, because there is only a wall between the two toilets, and the code word is to knock on the wall with a clothes-beating stick. Then shit together and sing together. Take a shower together in the summer vacation, count who has more hair and feel whose breasts are big.

During the winter vacation, they were sent to the activity center for the elderly to learn calligraphy and sing red songs. We hardly go to class, steal money from home every day, buy instant noodles in the dining hall of the elderly center and wander around. I still remember the way she taught me to steal money. She opened the locked drawer and clamped it with chopsticks.

12 years old, having my period. Exchange experiences with each other. I used a sanitary belt sewn by my mother. I must wash it every day. She uses sanitary napkins. I envy her very much.

/kloc-when I was 0/3 years old, I asked her mid-term exam results under the window of her kitchen in my corridor. She said she counted backwards, and I said I was second. I was slapped by my mother and she was scolded by her mother.

Later, the memory of her gradually faded. Although we are still tired of watching TV and wandering around whenever we have time, I have too little time. I live on campus, take an examination of key high schools, and go to college in other places. She graduated from junior high school and went to grain school, muddling along, falling in love and marrying the son of her father's colleague.

During the winter vacation of my junior year, I went to see her with another climber who grew up. She has just given birth and lives with her in-laws. The narrow hut smelled of diapers and urine. We talked about the brand of sanitary napkins. She is waiting for her son to take a shit, saying that it is so expensive to buy a bottom mat. I looked up with contempt.

During the winter vacation of my senior year, I went to see her and had dinner at her house. I think her sister-in-law is very kind and warm to me. Later, she said that her sister-in-law didn't call her sister-in-law for more than a year because she looked down on her when she was working in the foot washing city, but she looked up to me very much. At that time, her monthly salary, bonus and tip could be one or two thousand yuan, which was already quite a lot in a small county, and she also helped pay for the tuition of her sister-in-law. Yes, an honest person like her must have been bullied by her husband's family. Even when I was a child, I often bullied her.

After work, I settled thousands of miles away from home and gradually realized the difficulty of starting from scratch and the indifference of the world. Every February, I receive her birthday wishes. Except my parents, only she and even my own sister will not remember them. And her birthday, I still don't know which day it is.

The year before last, I took my husband and daughter to see her, with a box of milk and a bag of fruit. Her family has moved to her newly bought house, the seventh floor, a very old community, which only cost 20 thousand yuan. Husband works in other places, children go to school, and the home is empty, except for the TV, washing machine and air conditioner, and there is no computer. Speaking of her son, she smiled and said that her grades were as poor as hers, and she always wanted something, buy this and buy that. Yesterday, I asked her to buy a pair of shoes that cost more than 100, but she didn't have any money and didn't buy them. Husband gives her 500 yuan a month for living expenses and doesn't let her go to work. Now she picks up the children every day, buys food and cooks.

Later, I heard that she met a man after washing her feet, and then she almost ran away with that man.

Her family forced her to resign.

When we left her house, she forced 200 yuan on my daughter. I've been studying for so many years that I never thought about giving her son money. Didn't expect, or didn't expect? Later, I bought a pair of shoes for her son, and she asked me to return them, and my tears almost came out. I said it was your money, and she said it was not easy for you.

There are always many people coming and going in life, and there are always a few precious ones.