Our memorial

2020 is terrible, but it is memorable because of you. —— Inscription I really want to integrate the bits and pieces of the orange song into a paragraph, but I have been busy with daily customs and it is not easy to move bricks. At the end of the year, all the work is very complicated. After sitting in front of the computer for six hours in a row, I picked up the cartoon glass you brought me water and stood in front of the window. The sky outside is overcast. When it snowed, I remembered your spring breeze on March 3 1 day, which was the first day I met orange song. Two people chat in code in the middle of the night, test each other, get to know each other and get close to each other. I just returned to work at that time, and you didn't resume classes. Yes, good morning, good noon, and sweet dreams at night. I'm patting the newly opened wild flowers in the yard, and you're talking about the distant online class. Through the rising sun, the afterglow of dusk and the shining of the milky way. On April 17, Orange Song finally ushered in its new semester after the longest winter vacation. I know that familiar conversations such as "class", "stand up" and "hello teacher" will ring in your ear again. The night before departure, we were particularly reluctant to give up, knowing that this vivid image would not flash out of little red dot for the first time, but I understand that sometimes we meet and leave, and the future can be expected, and we are reluctant to see you resume classes; Watching you grow up, full of expectations. Looking back for a few days, the quicksand at the fingertips will only be missed if you leave. No matter how much I give up, I will say goodbye to summer on this spring night. Like the main guests in other circles, we make our own family rules and discuss the punishment rules democratically. Sometimes I am curious to ask, "Why do you choose me when there are so many men in the group?" You said with a smile; "Because no one spoke to you. Actually, the first reason is that you are more interesting, and the second reason is that I think you are very good. I have always trusted my intuition. " I remember you told me in early May that I didn't join the League in the first batch because of the head teacher. I can especially understand your feelings, because I also experienced the excitement when I joined the league and the twists and turns when I joined the party. Nine times out of ten, disappointment is no different from the speaker's disappointment, and who can make up for the unexpected regret? Half a month before the Dragon Boat Festival, you asked me if I could visit you during the festival. You want to practice. Because of work, I can't promise you directly. I can only say that it was decided three days ago, which is particularly unfortunate. Because of the epidemic, the unit has to work overtime. But if it is not necessary, there may never be such a good opportunity again. So I decided to skip work and go to an appointment thousands of miles away. I finished my work early on June 25th. After sitting on the high-speed train for three hours and taking a taxi for two hours, the two images of QQ location * * * finally came together. See you at this moment. After a short rest in the hotel I booked, I packed my handbag, which contained four books for you: Life, Border Town, Little Prince and I'm a Cat, a group emblem, a party emblem (worn for seven years) and a jar of Nanjing Yuhua Tea. I know that Yuhua Tea is as elegant and indifferent as waiting for you under the tree in front of the hotel. You are more than 30 meters away from me. I really can't believe that you are better than me. You sat on a small stone bench in the park, silent. I said if you feel alienated or different from what you thought, I'll go upstairs and get the gift, and then you can go home. Less than 1 km from your home. I just got up and took three or five steps to the hotel, and you followed me silently. When I got to my room, I took out a present for you, but you didn't leave. Say, brother, hit me. Actually, you don't have to. You said I still owe my brother a lot of money. Didn't eat well, didn't rest on time, didn't take care of yourself. I often get sick. You kneel on the bed silently, and every minute, I see your hands rubbing your knees, a little wobbly. Come on, I'll pull you to your leg and ask you if you still want to be beaten. Looking at your firm nod, I am from light to heavy, from pants to your heel, from slapping to belt to data line. I feel your trembling and whispering in my throat, and our clothes are soaked through with hard work. I look at your red ass and feel a little guilty. You said you could remember it for a long time. After the practice, I felt a little embarrassed. You stare at me and wait for me to talk. This is the first time you encourage yourself to look back at me, as if you look to one side because you don't want to reveal your secret, and to the other side because you are afraid of how humble you are. At this moment, in the silence of waiting, you look back at me as if surrendering, in order to tell me that this is me, this is you, and this is what I want. At this moment, there is only the truth between us. There are no obstacles and no evasive eyes to send you. I ate some supper at the stall, took a few bottles of water back to the hotel and fell asleep. It's dawn, and I'm going to the place where I came from again, taking away a book "I'm a cat" and a misspelled message. It took me 10 hour to drive back and forth, 1600 kilometers to recall that summer. Except for a few key scenes in my memory, I have never been able to tell the order of things. I still remember those "repetitive moments" in summer, when everything was quiet, sunny and luxurious. After three months of intense study, I am glad that the total score of orange songs has increased from 5 1 to 37, which is a step closer to your little wish. Me neither. I can only wish you a happy and fulfilling holiday. At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, from wearing short sleeves and short skirts to wearing long gowns and trousers, we watched the lotus flowers in front of the hospital turn from green to yellow, witnessed the tender peppers in Tanobei turn red and looked at the clouds in the sky. Under the restless chirping of cicadas, we all know that the period of chatting and making phone calls at any time is coming to an end. A few days later, you officially entered the graduating class. Five days before school started, you said you missed your brother. After school starts, you are very busy in key class meetings. You want to see your ugly brother again, to clarify the mistakes and punishments of the festival, and to remember my brother's admonition and reprimand. On the afternoon of September 28th, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. I hurried to the station with the tools and gifts prepared a few days ago. The three-hour high-speed train is particularly long, from sunset to the beginning of the full moon. The night in early autumn covers early, because it is far around the mountain road. In the small county town near the Yellow River, it was already ten o'clock at night and I entered the hotel. Before I had time to drink a glass of water, you knocked at the door. Your upper body sportswear, jeans and small white shoes look particularly youthful and lively. I drew the curtains near Gong Yuan Street, and your heart beat faster and faster in the whole room. You knelt down and put out the headlights in the room, came to the chair, and slowly fell on my lap. Go ahead, one! 235 times and kneel down. Here are six tools for you: short leather racket, long leather racket, soft leather racket, ebony ruler, belt and data cable. Which one should I take first? Slap. Sorry, there is no such option. Brother, my good brother will definitely slap him first. Dad, is that A? Isn't it? Time and time again, I feel your sweaty hand tightly put my hand under your soft body, and I also see peach blossoms on your hips. 30 slaps, 30 short leather slaps, 30 long leather slaps, 30 soft leather slaps, 30 ebony rulers, 30 belts, 30 data lines that you tremble most, and 25 slaps that are harder every time. I tried to throw them away several times in the middle. After the punishment, I put a cold towel on you. You hugged me like an octopus and refused to let go. The time to send you home has been put off again and again, until autumn night. The charcoal fire in the barbecue stall is barbecuing, listening to the crisp glass collision at midnight, and stepping on the street lamp to pull out the exceptionally long shadow. When I was near your downstairs, you said that my brother broke his promise, which I found particularly strange. So you mumbled that you promised to treat you to cake and candy before, but you haven't eaten it yet. Watching you go upstairs, I looked for department stores and dessert shops along the roadside. The small county went to bed a little early at night, found a few blocks, and there was a small cake shop. After many consultations, I ordered dessert the next morning. Back to the hotel, the bustling fireworks on the roadside stalls also touched my heart and stayed up all night. After eating cake early in the morning, I lay in bed to catch up on sleep, and Orange Song came to see me early again. You know I'm going back to work. After another "rattan love", you held my neck and my leg, whispering all the time, touching your head and patting your back for an hour. Then you reluctantly let go, took out your little gift box with red eyes and said you could not open it until you left. After boarding the leaving carriage, I opened the Story of the Mountain and the Moon wrapped in pink ribbons and a packet of hand-picked dried peppers. This year, a special fragrance hit, and the days passed faster and faster. Winter night, we walked in the snow together, leaving two long footprints. On winter nights, we eat hot pot together and watch the hot air overflow the glass; I hold your thick gloves and touch the falling snowflakes for you. Postscript: In fact, this essay was foreseen when writing, which is divided into spring breeze, summer, autumn moon and winter snow. Some time ago, there was snow in Longcheng, but it didn't snow in Tangge. We agreed to walk in the snow, hot pot, and all kinds of things that we haven't had time to think about yet, and we will go further. Sometimes thinking about circles is also a kind of sustenance. One must read more books, travel farther, travel more beautiful scenery and meet more interesting people. No matter how beautiful things are, if there is no audience, or if the former audience has gone away, no matter how beautiful pearls will become fish. This is the last article. Meeting is a blessing, but not meeting is also a shell.