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Falling wild flowers in youth

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2007-09-20 11:35:00 Author: Ma Ning Source: Falling Wild Flowers in Youth

The climate in Beijing in late winter is dry and cold, and my clothes are a little thin in comparison. wearing a long coat walking alone on the campus of Guangyuan.

The campus of Guangyuan is very small. What I say may disappoint countless children who have always been fascinated by it. However, this is indeed the case. The very small campus is divided into North and South colleges. If you walk at a steady pace, you should be able to get there in 20 minutes. The building is very old. The nationally famous Broadcasting Department building has only two floors and is painted gray. Many people joked that it "doesn't look like a public toilet." However, such a campus is very impressive when photographed by our photography alumni. The artistic atmosphere is so strong that it does not overflow but explode. This is my university, my life.

In my senior year of high school or earlier, I began to mentally picture my future university. It should have a broad campus, acres of lawns, beautiful girls and white-haired gentlemen. There should be an unfathomable library, there should be boys carrying girls on bicycles, there should be romantic and hazy love affairs~~ But there is none here, there is none here. There are many beautiful girls and handsome boys here, but the stories between girls and boys are not romantic at all. They fell in love at a speed close to the speed of light, and broke up at a speed close to the speed of light. Their love is simple and direct, their affair clear and plain. I often face these and start to ask, what is it that I have wanted all along.

I like the style of Beijing. This is something from which I can smell the aura of the King of Beijing. The wind in Beijing is cold, hard, and rough. On windy days, I like to wear a skirt with the hem open like a calla lily, with the skirt fluttering in the hunting wind. Those skirts, they have nice patterns and shapes. There is one I love the most, it is full of burgundy red and has ambiguous mottled flowers on it. I still can't explain why I have such a strong fascination with skirts. I remember one winter when I was in high school, I bought a very elegant pink midi skirt with a bow and wore it to school. I was criticized by my class teacher for "dressing in a strange way." At that time, I was feeling extremely aggrieved and thought that I would quickly go to college and then I could wear the beautiful skirts that I liked. But now that I have really been admitted to a good university and can wear skirts as I please, why am I not as happy as I was when I was wearing a skirt in high school?

Life in high school was very monotonous. The No. 1 middle school where I am located is the best middle school in our city and is a provincial key school. The children in the provincial center are obedient and tenacious, enduring the monotony and boredom day after day without saying a word. We didn't go on spring outings, watch movies, or relax. Many girls reluctantly cut off their long hair that they have grown for many years in order to save time. The boys gave up their favorite football. At that time, we did a lot of simulation papers and looked forward to our future devoutly little by little while thinking exhaustively. I think of a girl in the class at that time. She always carefully summarized what the teacher said in class into very neat notes, and worked hard to do every set of questions the teacher assigned. However, she always couldn't get it during the exam. Very good score. I remember countless times when she cried bitterly after the results of the mock test were released, and then asked why her efforts were not rewarded accordingly. She made me understand that there is no absolute fairness in the world. So sometimes I think we are very sad. But every time I think about it, I feel that those three years were the best period of my life. Sometimes I look through my carefully preserved English notes from high school, which are so detailed and clear that they can be published. I will laugh - they witnessed my struggle. There are also papers with high or low scores. Among them was a political paper with a score of 60 points. I remember my shock and panic when I posted it. But soon when I learned that this score was still among the top three in the whole grade, I started to laugh and cry - the school often organized some difficult exams and gave us surprisingly difficult papers. So we often laugh at ourselves and say, "We were hit hard." It was such a vivid and vivid time.

Xiao Ke called and said hello to me in Russian. While I was laughing, I felt a hint of sadness - this boy who was determined to study law finally bowed his head before the college entrance examination and entered the Russian Department, which he had never considered before. Just like me, I have always dreamed of studying Chinese in a southern university. The distance between dreams and reality is really huge. How many people can avoid giving in in the face of reality?

Xiao Ke is my classmate in junior high school and a very loyal best friend. At that time he was one of my main competitors in studies. In the second year of junior high school, we went to the countryside to watch the meteor shower. Xiao Ke said that it was the best memory of his middle school days. Years later, I asked him what he wished for when the shooting star crossed the sky. He was silent for a long time and then seriously told me that every friend around me should be happy and safe, and that we should never be separated.

We should never be separated. This was also my expectation.

However, the reality is - I am in Beijing, Xiaoke is in Kaifeng, Apple is in Hohhot, Fei is in Changsha, and Crazy is in Wuhan. Five points so far away on the map. When I was in middle school, I learned a lot of Tang poems, "Life without seeing each other is like participating in business." At that time, we laughed at the sour and pretentious old men of the Tang Dynasty. Now I am afraid of reading such verses. When I was speaking, I was holding the microphone and suddenly there was silence. My friends on the other end of the phone would ask me why I wasn't talking, and I always said, "I don't know what to say." Really, I really don’t know how to organize my words so that I can say what I want to say to them most in a very short time.

The last summer vacation in high school was extremely hot. The wisteria flowers on campus are in bloom. Jiaqi and I often buy ice cream and eat it under the wisteria flowers. I have forgotten the brand of that ice cream now. I just remember it was a chocolate cone, crispy and sweet, and very popular among students. We like to treat it as a bet, and the loser has to treat the winner to eat. That was the little fun we still had in our senior year of high school. Another fun thing at that time was that we made lots of paper airplanes and threw them around the classroom, with very warm or humorous words written on the wings. Usually I get hit a lot because I sit in the middle of the classroom. There was a plane with a broken wing, and I still remember the words on its remaining wing: "No matter how far away, no matter how long the road ahead, I will be with you through thick and thin." There is no signature, but I'm very touched.

On my first Christmas in college, I stayed in my dormitory without leaving the house. They said that artificial snowfall had been carried out in Wangfujing, and fireworks were set off in many places. I immediately remembered the brilliant fireworks set off in my small town during the Spring Festival in 2003. Xiaoke and I went to see it. Xiao Ke pushed his broken bicycle and told me his plans for the next ten years while looking up at the sky. The night wind that night was cool and calm, and the fireworks over the city gradually bloomed and blended together, turning into a somewhat bloody color. Faye Wong's "Fleeting Time" is played repeatedly in my MP3: "When you meet a fireworks show, use the time of reincarnation." At that time, I really wanted to ask Xiao Ke what reincarnation is like, but after all, I Without asking, I think I will always remember the fireworks that night, Xiao Ke’s clear eyes, the warm people around me and the little happiness around me. That is my endless nostalgia, that is the warmth deep in time, where the memory The flowers blooming in the corner are an indescribable nostalgia.

I like the two lyrics in "After the Rain in B Minor": "People live under the old trees in the west wind, and wild flowers fall by the pond." I feel that my love is accelerating and my yearning is like this pond. The fallen wild flowers have been silently involved in the waves of time. As for that stream of clear water, I don’t think I will deliberately reach out to grab it. Maybe where they will flow, there will be a more beautiful collection for me.