Since I was a child, my mother liked to show me those black and white photos. She talked about my father’s, her own, my brother and I’m the past and interesting things. My mother is a bit impatient. My brother and I always get scolded by her if she does something wrong. Therefore, we are a little afraid of her on weekdays, but at that moment, the mother who talked about the past was gentle and warm. Now, thinking about it, my mother’s love is actually in her heart, like the spring breeze and rain protecting our lives.

My mother was skillful and took a piece of cloth in her hand to make a cut. Then she sat in front of the sewing machine and made a beautiful dress in half a day. When I put it out, I always attracted praise from my neighbors and envy from my children. So there were always neighbors who took the cloth to ask my mother to make clothes for her children.

My mother must have wanted me to be familiar with the girl who is a girl. When she was a teenager, she bought yarn for me to learn knitting. However, her daughter only likes to read idle books, dance and ink, and has no fate with needles. She either forgot the needle method or just learn to lose the thread. She was busy and had no progress. In the end, my mother had to give up while shaking her head and sighing and resentment.

After having friends of the opposite sex, under the instigation of the girl from the neighbor, I couldn't help but think of knitting a sweater for him, so I bought wool and asked the girl for advice on the tricks. The simple tricks made me knitted for a long time. After I dropped the needles from time to time, I forgot to add and reduce the needles. After knitting, it was finally completed. Unexpectedly, the effect was still good. He wore the sweater for many years. When the sleeves were torn, I knitted them with thread and still couldn't bear to throw them away because it was my only work.

I had a good impression of a boy when I first entered junior high school. He was a thin boy who was not very good at studying. Maybe he liked the bad smile he always said. Because of such a little thought, I blushed every time I talk to him. The more I did this, he loved to tease me. He looked at me with my head down and panicked. Later, he transferred to school for some reason. Later, he heard from his classmates who liked to play with him that he once said that he liked a girl, but he had never heard him mention it.

I don’t know if I don’t like it or if I lack those cells in my mind, the physics and geometry courses in junior high school really don’t arouse my interest. It’s not a mess, but it’s not a good thing. Teacher Geometry is a fat and extremely strict old lady. I dare not act rashly in front of her. Fortunately, the physics teacher is a short man with a very good temper. I often sneak out of his self-study class with one or two good classmates, and took a book to the small mound full of green grass beside the school playground, and sat in the sun. The grass was green and lush, mixed with some small flowers. We often pulled out the furry dogtail grass and wore it on our wrists and heads. The book was lying on the grass and whispered. We always stood up and went back to the classroom when the bell rang.

With this kind of learning attitude, I was admitted to high school, and it was a good school in our county. Seeing my parents happy, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. Undoubtedly, when I divided the subjects, I chose the liberal arts subjects I liked. History and Chinese are very easy classes for me, but the geography teachers are very serious and disliked. Maybe I was rejected by serious people, and I didn't like the classes of strict and serious teachers. History is my favorite, so I was very focused in class, and my active efforts are naturally often praised by the history teachers.

Another best person in the class is a boy. Discussion after class has become our fun. From ancient times to the present, 5,000 years, thousands of miles have been a topic we can't finish. Gradually, we often see him at the school gate after school at noon, and stand quietly. When I saw me pushing the cart, I smiled and waved my hand to me and left. After the evening study, I also stood at the gate, said goodbye to me and then turned to leave. The middle school students of that era were closed and sensitive. After hearing more and more about how I and him, I stopped talking to him. At first, I could see him standing at the school gate, but I no longer smiled and waved my hand to say goodbye. When I saw me pushing the cart, I turned around and left silently. Later, I couldn't see him at the gate.

Many years later, I added WeChat to him while contacting his classmates. I started to say a few times and talked about school days. I joked that he was a handsome guy who many girls paid attention to. He said on the other end: I only paid attention to you at that time. I was silent. From then on, I rarely contacted him. I only watched him post photos of his children on his circle of friends, lived a leisurely life, and was very happy for him to see his happy home.

It is said that youth is a time that is flying freely, and scholars are full of energy and vigor; it is also said that youth is a romantic life, with feelings like the moon and sprinkled like the wind. Youth is the pure and brightness of "young people do not recognize the taste of sorrow" and is free to spread. The days of youth are lined with beautiful poems, treasured in the hearts of each of us. In our lives, those youthful years are songs, and the feelings of youth are always poetry!

Alone is always remembering many things from the past and trying to write them down with a grateful heart. It is difficult to describe the beautiful past with only one pen and a few paragraphs. From childhood to middle age, my heart gradually settles down a lot, no longer impetuously pursues some fame and utilitarianism, and also regard "The Road to School", "In the Countryside", "But Read Thousands of Books", "Calling Water and Moon in Hand, Fragrance of Flowers" as a series, let's call them Walking in the Spring Breeze Series, I hope that everyone can walk on the road of their lives with a happy and peaceful heart, and walk in the spring breeze of their own life!——— Postscript

After missing the end of youth, I can only wander in the leisurely river of time. With a wave of Qingming Festival, mixed with the autumn breeze and drizzle, the boat under my feet began to sway. The boatman with the pole stretched the river left and right, and the light sound broke the silence of the night. Accompanied by the falling autumn leaves, along with a clear river water, the lively singing whisk away--

"Practice my heart and soak the clear mind. Cleanse the filth and turbidity and keep the righteous spirit.

The harmony is smooth and the spirit is calm. The emotions are drifting and the heart is high. The desires are restless and there is no way to be born.

He lingers in the universe and remains, and is graceful and conquered alone." 『Note: From Cai Yong's "Song"』

Pear blossoms and spring rain, autumn leaves hide their love. Most people in the world love your beauty, and I can't bear to leave you even more. The chrysanthemum leaves bloom, revealing gray-brown stamens. There are water droplets hidden in the stamens, the sunshine is hidden in the stamens, and the fragrance is hidden in the stamens, and it itself is also hidden in the stamens. When tired, put away the warm smile and send the sunshine away; when tired, lean down and bend down, accompany the breeze, and be with the bright moon. Between the world, there is only oneself, neither humble nor arrogant, nor suspicious, nor grudge, and quietly, naturally, bloom its own life. It understands that everything in the world will eventually return to the dust, and prosperity will eventually fall into the dust, and what is left is the deep affection that does not let go of the world. If you are focused and sober, everything will be fine!

A time blooms in the middle of summer, a passing year is written repeatedly. The mountain is a journey, sending you spring with you; the water is a journey, and you will never get away. There is a warm harbor in my heart, guiding me to the shore when I am confused and helpless. The hurried footsteps are unknown, walking in the alleys of time, reading, listening to the wind, and enjoying the rain... The night is empty, and all the smoke and clouds will slowly dissipate. Time is favored by you and I will slowly grow old. If the world is well, it will never leave you, neither sad nor happy; when the love is sincere, it will be a windy night, and it will last forever.

The wind and dust are like picturesque, and the years are like songs. Looking back, searching in the dim lights, that is, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, chasing the clouds and suns, I will meet you again in the world. Even if the clouds are like dogs and comets are unclear, as long as the four seasons are still there, as long as you are obsessed with them, you will always wait for you in a certain season. The road is far away, and the clouds and the moon are three thousand miles away. The four seasons will come and flowers will bloom. The falling autumn leaves are the spots of this season, solemnly and affectionately hiding the past.

The years are like water, and the water flows for a long time. Many years of past events have been buried in the torrent of time. There is no praise, noisy celebration, but only a calm heart. Such thoughts are not sentimental people, but the resentment arises for no reason, tormenting themselves countless times. I originally thought that the tenacity of life has resisted the sadness of loss, but the scenes that seem familiar still touch my heart. Many times, I cannot say goodbye to the past, but it only appears one day when I look back. Some people and things are not what you want to forget. They are just not remembered by you for the time being, but they have always become part of your life, unable to be cut or abandoned.

After years of separation, old people, old things, old times; when you go back to the past, the drizzle whispers, miss you, her, and the past. Have you ever remembered that the peach blossoms are young, the brightness of youth is gone, and the youth is gone. Memories dance, the past is like a dream, or when you wake up, are you feeling well?

There are so many vicissitudes of life, and the dreams are gone. The past is like smoke, farewell to the past and meet the future. If it weren’t for the time being, people and things are fleeting and changing constantly, can you still be safe here? Drink a lightly cup, respect the past as dream, respect the future, and respect the future. It is said that flowers fall without expectation, and separation is difficult to continue. I would like to be the general who guards the flowers under the moon and the man who holds a oar in the boat.

It is hard to sleep in the night, and the boats are in the same boat. The long river of time is calm, and fate is always short. No matter how hasty time or how long it takes, if you have been here in this life, it is destined to be destined. Even if you are old, you will never let you return empty-handed.

Rather than saying that people live in life, they are walking in time, walking through carefree childhood, ignorant boy, and reckless youth. They are walking through innocence, youth, youth, joy, sorrow, sadness, and many smooth and difficult times, unintentional encounters and helpless separations.
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