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If you want to ask me what I think of sixteen-year-olds: that is, dense drumming mixed with gentle beats, it is difficult to tell. Or the gardener on his flowers.
To be honest: it's just a burst of bloom.
Just like clothes are easy to be small.
So, at the age of sixteen, he was indeed a brave man - reciting the "accordion" in his heart.
Every day I was in a state of panic and pleasure, always thinking of what was going to happen, while playing the role of customer to salesperson; I pay her, she pays me, and I always want to buy something new!
In Chinese class, "Obscure?" "The teacher looked behind and then at the front, I was on the side, and he pointed at me," you answer. I shoved the rubbing in my hand into my desk and stood up, "The sky was dark, as if it had been before the rain. "You answered correctly, your composition is well written, what are you chewing?" He asked me. "Sugar. "What sugar? "Candy. I replied. "What did you just fiddle with? "Candy wrapper. Lena snickered in the empty table, she was always soft. The classmates in front of me all turned their heads, and there was a burst of laughter behind them. "Do you eat every class? The teacher asked. "No, there is only sugar once in a while, and I eat it after class. "Okay, sit down. ”
Did you eat candy in class today? Why is there always sugar? Liu Fang asked, and I told her that I would buy candy when I picked up the rags and sold them, so I thought about eating them all the time. They laughed and discussed for a long time. We sat around, the moonlight in the playground on a summer night was like a layer of salt, whether to take off our shoes or sit directly, we debated for a long time, and after someone touched it, they said that the ground was hot, so they all took off their shoes.
The poplars are close to us, like hanging leaves, and they can be vaguely seen to be a little rounder, as if they are falling on this tree; The hanging branches of the willow trees over there look slender, making people feel that they have a secret; There are some low oleanders on the headland of the office on the other side of the office; Each of us has a fair face; The basketball court can be seen at a glance, revealing a silhouette of a conductor's ball rack...All these things are quietly grayish-white and hazy after the hustle and bustle of the day...The dull moon was above us, and we didn't pay attention to its beauty at that time, perhaps remembering the moon passing through the white lotus.
The moon is a large spout, and silver flows down the stars to the earth.
More than a dozen of us came closer to talk, spread out a little, and laughed closer, and we were still laughing for hours except that I couldn't take off my shoes and I ate candy... The sound of the piano came intermittently from the opposite side, and they said that it was a ** teacher with short hair who played the accordion every night.
After that, I went to listen to the piano every night, and at a distance I crawled under the window of the ** teacher, squatting and listening, sometimes sitting on the ground, sometimes falling asleep and being suddenly awakened, sometimes looking in through the window; She stood in the middle of the ground, her head sideways, her eyes closed as if to evoke some kind of thought, the sound of the piano was delicate, and her whole person was also delicate! When I slowly sent the piano back, I saw that it was like sending a short fence, and she hugged the piano tighter and tighter, and her chin rested on the keys...When I pulled it away again I saw her look up, as if she was watching the warbler come out of the valley...., when the sound of the piano is changed again, it is like sending a person away, walking on the mountain road, trembling and towering... I listened quietly, and for the first time I should have had the feeling of tugging at my heartstrings, this intoxication with the desire to cry, which I thought was a torture, a torture of beauty.
Because of listening to the piano, I received sincere comfort in my heart.
I want to buy a piano, save money, and stop eating sugar. - How can sugar and piano be compared, but I don't eat sugar and don't have an accordion? ......
If both are in my hands, it will be just. Actually, that's what I really think: my tenacity in selling rags is proof of that; Carry the iron sheet on your shoulder, burn the rubber skin and peel it off while it is hot. Of course, there's a lot more that isn't included; I rummaged through the garbage heap in vain. It's horrifying, but what can I do, I have the whole world.
Sixteen years old, wild and unscrupulous! I don't focus on such things or many things at all, and besides, for fear of tanning, it will disrupt all sensory consciousness in the blink of an eye!
When I came home on the weekend, I didn't care about everything; The campus doesn't matter, those fantasy worlds are too far away and dispensable; I miss my parents, my sister, my younger brothers and sisters, I really miss them! This kind of longing brings freshness and incomparable joy, occupies my whole mind, fills all my feelings! I know that there are many feelings in feelings, rich as autumn fields! After getting off the small train, he ran home, wheezing and banging on the gate, and his father was in the yard, "You slow down, what are you running..."My father had never been so kind, smiling and talking, and my mother touched my face and said, "I haven't been back for six days." "My sister and brothers surrounded me and gave me apricot pits... This night, my mother scrambled eggs, stewed beans with bacon and meat, and my younger brothers and sisters followed me and my sister back and forth to serve food, take bowls, and put them around the table, and my father changed the big light bulb, and I could talk at the dinner table this night, and my father took the lead.
In the evening, my father laid out the letter paper on the dining table to write to my second uncle, my mother was behind him, and my little brother sat in my father's arms. The fuchsia curtain was the curtain of the mother's marriage, not the real fuchsia. My father set the table once, and we followed once. Father's handwriting is like a copybook. The fountain pen in my father's hand was like a swim on the letterhead, back and forth, and the tip of the pen was like a small tweezer clipping..., write a few words, tear them off, look at them for a while and play with them for the little brother, write them again, and tear them off again.... Tear it up once and look at it, "What's not good to write?" "Mother seemed to be talking to herself. "Your second brother is a bully, and I have to respect it," the father said to the mother, "You have nothing to say, do you?" The father had a reluctant expression. We all looked at our mother, "You can't be reasonable, the second brother has low self-esteem because of the pockmarks on his face..." My mother studied for six years in 1945, and my father graduated from junior high school.
Because the second uncle borrowed a hundred yuan from our family, and came to give my father a leather coat at a time, and then borrowed another hundred. Next time, I'll give my father a bicycle, brand new, and borrow another 100 full tops. Soon after, the director of the workshop brought two people to pick up the stolen goods, and the bicycle sent by the second uncle was bought for thirty yuan in the hands of the thief, and the mother fell ill after being frightened. My father wrote to us: Fifty in leather coats, thirty in bicycles, and if you have enough money, please return the rest of the money to us. Two years later, the second uncle sent a bag of rice, and no one mentioned the money.
My sister said that Sun Xiaoxing and Li Xue had gone down to the Shengshe collective household and were building a house, just in the middle of the venue, under the commissary, and those from Dachang temporarily lived in the school and slept on the bench at night. "Oh, Yanyan doesn't read anymore, I'm afraid to go to the countryside. My sister emphasized. She is now in junior high school. "I don't like to read, the teacher told me to listen carefully, forced myself to listen, and after the teacher finished speaking, I forgot all about it, strange! I couldn't answer a question, so I stood and looked outside, and the teacher asked me if I would, and I said not at all, and he said that my left ear was listening to my right ear popping out. "My sister was also sad when she said it. "So what the hell are you thinking? I asked her. "Thinking about my family, the third brother is too young, that day like a dream, I suddenly heard a shout that a child fell into the well, and I didn't go home after school. ”
My thoughts with Lena came one after the other, every evening. - despite the length of stay.
From the windowsill, you can see that there are many people playing ball in the yard, and the boys from the neighborhood come every night. Or you may have heard the racket hit the ground "Boom..."Knock....Knock knock knock...."The sound of the muffled ground. To be continued.