When I was in junior high school, I knew very well how far a mile was, how far my home was from school, and how long I walked. But there is a question about the car that has been bothering me all along.
The open space between the two school buildings on campus was fenced off as a temporary parking lot, and I rode an old car to school, often unable to find my car when I got out of school. I really couldn't find it, there was only a few hours of interval, and I had completely forgotten the appearance of the car and the location where it was parked. I had no choice but to look around the parking lot, and if I found it, I rode home, and if I couldn't find it, I walked home. That's why I dreamed of finding a car for many years after that. The dream is full of despair and unwillingness, and the weak figure shuttles through all kinds of cars that are sometimes scattered and sometimes full of pits, looking for them. Eventually, I would rather walk to school than ride a bike.
1998, the year of the flood in the south, was a dark moment for me. That year, the relationship between my parents was at a freezing point, and I was tired of their quarrels, my father left home voluntarily, and my mother left with my support. As a result, they were all gone, leaving me with my sister and a dog. At that time, from my home to school, I had to walk a dirt road of about 500 meters, the road was very wide, about 30 meters wide, and the road that was usually flat was about 6 or 7 meters wide. The rest of the place has construction waste, mounds of earth that have been piled up in some unknown years and months, potholes, and green grass in spring and summer. Only after walking this section can you get on the normal road. The terrain of the dirt road is thirty or forty centimeters higher than the road, but it is so strange, the rain in the summer of that year seems to have all fallen on this dirt road, it is watery on rainy days, and bright and shiny on sunny days, so that people in a hurry can't guess that it will hide a pit in **. Therefore, every time you go out with an umbrella, you must first wade through "this river". To this day, I can still see it in front of my eyes, sparkling and unobstructed, but also dangerous. Occasional cycling will also bring out a splash along the way. Happy and indeed happy, I was just over ten years old that year, how could I not be happy playing in the water? Although it is only a short time of fun. Sometimes they also complain about the rain and the river. You can't walk fast in the water, your clothes will get wet, and you may fall occasionally, how can you not get upset? I need to get to school on time, come back from school to buy groceries, cook, do laundry, take care of the dog, and study homework. Although I was just over 10 years old, I was in the first grade at the age of five, so I was under pressure to go to junior high school that summer. Therefore, when rushing on a rainy day, I always complain about the impersonal nature of "this river".
Fortunately, I studied well, the primary school graduation exam was over, I waited for some days, and on the day when the results were notified in advance, I went to the junior high school campus to see the results, and knew that I was admitted, so I went home and waited for the start of school. By the time my parents "turned back", it was already past the time to report to junior high school, and I didn't know that I needed to report in advance, so I ended up with neither school registration nor textbooks. Fortunately, all the problems were solved in the end, and I started junior high school life in a mess. Then things like finding a bike bothered me for a long time.
Studying in junior high school was really hard. The teachers assigned homework as if they were competitive, as if there was no concern from parents reporting to the Education Bureau. Fortunately, when I learned about the distribution of minerals in geography class, I had to memorize minerals and origins, and my brain seemed to be short-circuited, no matter how skilled I remembered, I forgot everything as soon as the teacher checked me. So went to the office countless times, until finally, ending with a concession from the geography teacher. I wondered what the relationship between bicycles and minerals was, and why I kept forgetting about them. Maybe some things just don't make sense, like suddenly wanting to do something, suddenly remembering someone, suddenly wanting to cry, suddenly thinking about it, and suddenly thinking that everything will pass. Then, day by day, time passed inch by inch, and all of a sudden I reached the world of adults who once looked up.
I really wanted to say a word to the little girl who was rushing through the river, but I didn't know what to say. Time is amazing, it is silent, but it can change everything. Where will we go in this long river of time? Got an undercurrent? **Is it shore? I don't know.