Pear tree weather forecast

Some people say that everyone has a child who refuses to grow up.

I don't know about others, but I am.

Therefore, when my classmate Shao Li told me to organize a party for the 30th anniversary of junior high school graduation, I refused.

I obviously feel that I just graduated. How come I haven't had 30 years?

I have never attended homecoming before. As if I didn't see them, those teenagers who grew up by the Anning River will always be the same in my heart. And myself, forever young.

The white shirt and blue trousers for the singing contest are borrowed, and the conductor is Zhao Ping. My son recognized me as a teenager at a glance, haha.

I often think that my good friend Crystal and I are lying on the grass beside the railway, thinking about our future. Now, she has gone to heaven, and she will always be bright yellow in my heart, full of youth and in a hurry.

I still remember that Zhao Ping and Shao Li and I went to the city to buy new skirts and breeches, and went to Anning River to take pictures. The image of our youth will always be fixed in that summer thirty years ago.

Before the end of that summer, we went our separate ways, and most of our classmates never met again.

Shao Li's invitation immediately reminded me of my hometown and Anning River.

My hometown Xichang has a subtropical monsoon climate. The sunshine is fierce, but it is warm in winter and cool in summer. It's more than 20 degrees in winter and about 30 degrees in summer.

The wide canyon seems to have been split by a great god in ancient times with a giant axe. A river called Anning has been flowing since ancient times, protecting the creatures on both sides for thousands of years.

Our ancestors thrived along the Anning River. The Anning River is endless all year round, nourishing the wide rice fields and plants on both sides, and also irrigating my childhood dreams.

The wind of Anning River wandered in the canyon all day, and the summer heat brought by the scorching sun on the plateau in midsummer was blown away by the wind.

As far as I can remember, I have never worn a cotton-padded jacket in winter and short sleeves in summer. Even in midsummer, you should put on your coat in the morning and evening, and cover yourself with a quilt at night.

At noon in midsummer, ultraviolet rays are very strong, and the sun shines on your skin, which will soon make you tan or even peel off. However, as long as you hide in the shade and in the house, one second is like autumn.

In the hot summer days when Hangzhou is sweating and orange high temperature warning is issued every day, the cool breeze along the Anning River keeps jumping into my dreams.

Yang Qian, a classmate, said that if you don't come back, in another 30 years, many students will be gone, and you won't be able to see them if you want.

She is really a master. In short, one sword seals the throat, and one stroke is fatal.

Buy a plane ticket immediately and fly back to Xichang in August 14, rain or shine.

The half-day voyage, like just visiting, brought me back to my childhood, to the old street called Jiujiu, and to the quiet river.

In the summer when I was a child, although it was cool and comfortable, it was very hot for a few days, even reaching more than 30 degrees. In those days, my father often wore a white vest and stood on the street with bare arms, sighing: how hot it is!

My grandfather, wearing a white vest, sat at the door of the room, holding a big pipe in one hand, smoking leisurely in the other and shaking a cattail leaf fan in the other.

The way adults relieve summer heat is strange to us. At noon, it is the hottest time of the day. My father will cut a bowl full of fresh green peppers and red peppers, add spicy garlic cloves, pour soy sauce, bean paste and vinegar and mix them together. They are so hot that they sweat profusely, and the sweat on their noses is like a river. While eating, I shouted: How enjoyable!

There is also a dish, which is fragrant and spicy, and it is essential on the table in summer. It's called "dried loach" In fact, this dried loach has nothing to do with a dime of loach. Instead, use sun-dried red peppers to burn rapeseed oil in a pot, stir-fry long dried peppers in oil until they are crisp, sprinkle salt and pepper on the pot and put them on a plate, which looks like loach.

After a hearty sweat, people seem to be much cooler.

After a hearty dinner, the sun warmed up after a hot day, and the cool wind rushed to the old street from the dam. Dad will call some men, take a bar of soap, go swimming in Anning River and take a good bath.

At night, on the top of the old street, there is an equally long and narrow galaxy. When I was in primary school, there were no lights and no TV. The only entertainment is to have a big dinner early. Adults stood on the street, chatting about crops and their parents' shortcomings until the milky way shone and their eyelids sank. After the program is over, I still have to stand on the street, look up at the constellations, distinguish the weather, and figure out how to arrange tomorrow's farming.

The night with the moon is another scene.

The moon hung on the edge of the house, climbed onto the roof slowly, and shone brightly on the old street, just like the sky lit up a huge searchlight, bringing the whole village, including the distant fields, into your arms.

In the sunny world of silver moon, everything in the world shines with mysterious light.

The children rushed into the moonlight, jumped rubber bands, hid from cats and threw handkerchiefs, sweating wildly.

Adults are still in groups of three or five, standing in the moonlight, with a dragon gate array almost every day.

Look up at the position of the moon in the sky and shout to the child to go home quickly.

The children who are in the mood are sweating together and singing: Peas blossom, everyone goes home, dead dolls who don't go home ... while lingering behind the adults, they slowly spread to the two ends of the old street.

The moonlight is like washing, and the old street is covered with a thick layer of frost, illuminating one cool summer night dream after another.

Our children spend their summer in a very different way from adults. My 99 primary school is at the other end of the old street, five minutes away from home. After school at noon, I went home to drink a spoonful of cool well water. Have a good lunch, wash a blank bottle, scoop half a bottle of cold well water from the water tank with a ladle, and about seven or eight female students sit for 20 minutes and go down to an artificial river called Ma 'an Canal on the river dam to swim.

They took off their clothes and piled together, plopping down like carp. I can't swim, so I just sit on the shore and watch them churn and chase in the water.

When everyone swam ashore and got dressed, I quickly ran to the next small river ditch to wet my hair over my shoulders, as if they had just finished swimming.

Then we sang songs together, stepped on the smoky loess, shook our wet hair, climbed the high slope and walked back to school in the sun.

The wind on the dam was so strong that it blew our hair. I proudly walked among them and stared at my wet shadow. On the way, I met an acquaintance in the same village and asked us: Did you go swimming?

I always rush over and answer loudly: yes!

There is a large mulberry forest at the top of the slope, and big black mulberry trees are covered with branches. We got into the mulberry forest, picked up the largest mulberry and stuffed it into the bottle. Some of them are full of glass bottles. Black mulberry soaked in well water is the coolest drink in midsummer.

When I walked to school, my hair dried up. Before the bell rang, an ice cream seller shouted: five for one, two and a half. I threw myself on the windowsill and handed out two cents. The sorbet seller lifted the wet towel layer by layer, picked up a strawberry sorbet from the wooden box and handed it to me.

I can't bear to eat it in one bite. I put my hand on the bottom, stuck out my tongue and licked it with a swish. It was cool and comfortable from head to toe.

On summer nights, if there is a movie, it will be a carnival for children.

The film projection team of the commune, one * * * two people, pulled the film projection equipment with a scooter and took turns showing movies from house to house. On the day when it was our village's turn, the adults finished their farm work early and shouted to go home and cook dinner.

The children are more excited. After eating a hearty lunch, they hurried to take their seats on the threshing floor with their benches at home.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was just setting in the west, and the wind was just beginning to blow in the old street. Anxious children rushed to the entrance of the village and looked anxiously: Why hasn't the projection team come yet?

Go north along Jiujiu Old Street, walk out of the old street, walk past the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, and you will arrive at Kaminooji. The road is actually just a dirt road, but it leads to the world outside the village, all the way to the city and further.

On the bare road, there is only white sunshine and occasionally dust blown by the wind. On both sides of the road are green, dejected rice, one by one to the Anning River.

Looking around, until about five o'clock, a scooter finally came from a distance. A man carried the rope on his shoulder and pulled it forward with all his strength. A man bent down and pushed it back, walking slowly.

When the scooter appeared alone on the open road, the sunset just spilled through the thin clouds, and both the scooter and the person pulling it became glittering and radiant.

Watching the scooter getting closer and closer, the projection equipment on the scooter became clearer and clearer, and the children cheered. This magical machine is about to bring a beautiful and happy night to the whole village.

Entering the village entrance, all the adults passing by gathered around to give a hand, and the scooter soon reached the bustling threshing floor. Long benches with different widths are neatly arranged on the threshing floor, just like soldiers marching in line. Some children are skipping rope, some are jumping houses, some are chasing and fighting, some are sitting on stools with rice bowls to occupy seats, and more children are pushing around behind carts, excited.

As soon as the scooter entered the threshing floor, adults and children couldn't wait to gather around. The film projectionist didn't have time to wipe the sweat on his face, and while greeting the familiar people, he hurriedly moved the machine down.

After a while, the white screen hung up and the projector was placed high in the center of the threshing floor. A beam of light from the machine hit the screen and someone walked past the camera. A tall and long figure appeared on the screen, which aroused a shout: get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!

As soon as the film started, the noise on the threshing floor immediately quieted down. After a busy day, adults gradually relaxed and sat on the bench to enjoy another life on the screen. The children were excited all day and began to yawn. They threw themselves into the arms of their parents on the threshing floor blown by the evening breeze, and their dreams were particularly sweet.

I remember one time, my parents and I were watching movies, and my brother and other boys were outside the crowd learning movies and playing war games. From the beginning to the end of the movie, I asked: Who is the good guy and who is the bad guy?

At the end of the film, I couldn't find my brother. When the bustling crowd was astigmatic, I found by moonlight that there was a sleeping child lying on the dry dunghill against the wall, which was my chubby brother.

Dad picked up my brother, and grandma took me back to the dark night from the bright moonlight to continue my happy dream.

The first stop of the 30th anniversary reunion of Class 5, Grade 90 in Nanning Middle School is our junior high school Nanning Middle School, located in Huanglian Town.

From 1999 to Huang Lian, it takes more than an hour to walk, and the train is one stop away. The cost of meals is only two yuan a week. We usually don't buy tickets. When we got off the train, we quickly got under the belly of the car and got off the railway to get to school. On the other side of the railway is the Anning River.

Sun Yunxian, my deskmate at that time, drove to pick me up. He is still chubby and stupid. He is one of the few boys who has never been bullied by girls, so honest that girls can't bear to bully him.

I have been driving in Huanglian Old Street for 30 years. I saw picture books all over the street, and the wires were covered with picture books. I sat on a small bench and watched a dream of red mansions.

I saw that before dawn, we came out of school to run, and the streets in the dark stepped on the dawn step by step. The breakfast seller yawned and lit the stove at the door. ...

Students came to report for duty one after another, and 46 students, mostly girls, could be recognized at a glance. At that time, boys were still little people playing marbles in the mud, but now they are all older and most of them can't recognize them. As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that they were all the same as when I was a teenager. The loquacious or loquacious, the shy or shy.

A group of middle-aged people quickly put down their reserve and went back to thirty years ago, singing and dancing in the classroom until they were paralyzed with laughter.

At noon, my other deskmate Xiao Fayun made bean jelly and cold noodles. We stood in the corridor, each holding a bowl and blowing the wind, just like when we were children.

We are all weather-beaten, but at the moment everyone has stars in his eyes.

Long-lost, long-lost reunion, the old friend remains the same.

Everyone went on stage to introduce themselves and where they came from.

I said I was durable. When' tis once spoken, my heart seems to be tightly pulled.

Jiujiu Old Street, my hometown, the old street where I was born and raised, has lived for two thousand years. This used to be an ancient street that Sichuan and Yunnan businessmen had to pass through. Now, there are hardly any.

Jiujiu Old Street, about two kilometers long, used to have Taoist temples, temples, primary schools, teahouses, hotels, clinics and neighbors who have lived together for generations.

In 20 18, the government decided to tear down the old street and put it under the permanent industrial park to build an industry.

After two thousand years of prosperity, most of them are now in ruins. Broken tiles stand in the dust of history, and the Anning River still flows. Xia Feng is hunting, just like old neighbors scattered all over the world who don't want to say goodbye.

In the summer of 20 19, I deliberately returned to the quiet, cold and dilapidated old street.

Pushing open the door, the dark home was covered with cobwebs.

My manhole cover is engraved with "Reconstruction in A.D. 1985". I once raised violets, sunflowers and hydrangeas on the manhole cover. There are many jars in the courtyard, which contain bacon, pickled peppers, tofu, bean paste, pickles and kohlrabi. When you kill a well in summer, the cool and sweet well water will gush out, and once your mouth is closed, you will quench your thirst.

I grew up here.

Live in junior high school. When I came home from school on Saturday, I squatted in the courtyard to wash clothes, and the little yellow cat was snoring on my back.

My father plays Teresa Teng's songs from morning till night by playing the tape recorder at full blast every day.

My family was the first in the village to buy a TV set. In the evening, everyone flocked to my house to see Zhen Chen. The benches were discharged from the house to the outside and then to the other side of the street. Everyone craned their necks and stared at the small black and white TV set in the distance. During the advertisement, everyone laughed and looked up to see the Big Dipper hanging in the sky.

Today's strip is endless and lonely.

Pomegranate trees, pear trees and peach trees in the backyard have grown crazy, and the branches are intertwined and airtight, just like barren hills.

In the summer of 2020, I have no hometown to go back to. The old street is about to disappear. Two thousand years of history, to a screeching halt.

In the evening, at the edge of Qionghai, students wore the same T-shirts, sang their youthful songs and raised their glasses. To the past, to the future. Here's to hometown, here's to the distance.

Our songs were blown far away in Qionghai on a summer night, and tourists came to see this group of crazy old boys.

The dribs and drabs of the old street flow in my heart over and over again. Hometown that can never go back, youth that can never go back.

That surging sadness, like the surging Tangtang River in Anning River every summer, drowns me.

After the reunion, I said in the group that I wanted to see the Anning River.

I immediately received a steady stream of photos from my classmates, the Anning River in different reaches and angles.

The Anning River in the canyon is still rich, irrigating farmland and guarding Xichang.

The weather forecast says that Hangzhou is a barbecue mode, and the temperature is almost 40 degrees. Xichang, which is like spring all the year round, is only over 20 degrees, and still has a good dream every night.

Everyone's childhood is like a dream that they don't want to wake up. Homesickness is an aria that can never be sung.

All good things must come to an end. After a long time, I still have Xichang.

And these friends who grew up together and have deep friendship.

I hope to see you next time, not after a long separation.