dedicated to dearest mother and father I wish I could put away all these years of living away from home And the friendship in school, send it home. prelude In the short time since the end of student life, the impression left by the days that were like poetry and essays has gradually faded.Although I still live in the same school, just because I am a teacher and no longer a student, I can no longer hold back this wave of dreams that is about to end. In order to always cherish the real and once lived life, I really want to keep all the creations created in my heart by each fragment, and prevent them from being mixed into the so-called analyzed life experience and become the so-called tempered experience. past thoughts.And because the past life was so special; while eagerly looking forward to the ideology and learning of the sages of the country, and injecting Western culture at the same time, enjoying the free atmosphere of reading, living and reciting among the beautiful Kunming and the honest and simple Kunming people. Therefore, the form used in the current record is also special.This spirit has even jumped out of the story and the style, and overflowed in the use of words, word selection and sentence construction.look!In order to record the impression of shape, the rhythm of sound, and those immature thought life, how absurdly this narrative entrusts these feelings to words!As a result, such a bizarre structure, accent, and even grammar!In the end, for the sake of laziness, I chose the appearance of a novel, and inexplicably included the word "song" in the proposition. "Lazy" was also a good friend at that time, which is now lost, and it is really worth remembering.How proud to be able to be lazy seriously without any qualms!We know that the appearance of a novel is often just a flower shelf entwined with violets, not the flower itself, and it is like a container for things, not the things themselves.So the story told here may very well be pointless.

But then there is a detour; the vessel for holding things, and the wooden stand for the violets, are visible.And is it not a great joke that the thing itself, with that lovely violet flower, escapes our observation?People in the twentieth century are too busy.There is no time to read books on ideas.But if you have time to read a novel of five or six hundred thousand characters, and then refine a sentence or a half with a bit of philosophical flavor from it, wouldn't it be a big joke? deer bridge On December 16, 1943, in a cave on the outskirts of Chongqing origin There is a pond in the middle of the largest green lawn in the university.Several small rivers converge here.These small rivers are filled with rapids during the rainy season.Therefore, the people who repaired the campus did not dare to insult them, and let them flow freely in the campus.Since the small rivers circle along the water trend, the shape of the small pond is very irregular.There is a peninsula in the pond.The peninsula was covered with prickly branches of wild roses.These branches guard the only way for those who go to pick them from the peninsula, and no one is allowed to pass.Even if you just want to stretch out a hand that shouldn't be stretched out, you will be punished accordingly.If you don't want to destroy it, then go to the other side of the pond to see a fresh and beautiful scenery.At the beginning of May every year, this lush flower bush is already covered with delicate and tender green leaves, with five small pointed leaves on each branch, inlaid with thin light red thorns, holding gorgeous flowers .The flowers are not big, and you can put four in the palm of your hand. The color is not very red, and they are just aquatic.The pond water separates the flower viewers at the best distance; that is, five or six feet away. It is just right to stand there and look at the branches, leaves and flowers.Looking at the especially clean blue sky in the rainy season on the flowers, or looking down at the confused and flickering shadows of flowers in the water, people forgot to say words of praise at the time. Kind of bliss.This clump of wild roses, a specialty of Yunnan, bred in a subtropical climate, is especially loved by young students because it is enclosed in the campus.These little roses!This is such a circle around the peninsula!

Every year when the flowers bloom, no matter morning or evening, rain or shine, there are always some infatuated people staring at the beautiful scenery and thinking about some beautiful and illusory things in their hearts.As long as these flowers don't thank them, their dreams will have something to sustenance.Like these dreams, these flowers are an indispensable part of their lives, and they are cherished.So they don't have to forbid it, but everyone can't help breaking flowers.Once this custom was established, it took root in the hearts of the students.Years have passed and today, if a student reaches out to Hua out of impulse, not to mention how others will blame him, he will not only tremble, his heart will beat, he will not even be able to stand still, and he will immediately stumble and fall into the water.

The days of flowers blooming are not long. At the end of June, when the school will hold the big exam, the surface of the water will slowly be covered with falling red in such a quiet way that no one notices it while everyone is busy.When the rain has risen, the small rivers take the petals away and send them to the paddy fields where the seedlings are sown, to the Jinzhi River, to the Panlong River, and maybe even to the Red River?And they went away far away, through the tropical canyon, with the hot smell of suffocating tussock, flowing far away, never to be seen again, never to be seen again!The small pond was clear again, and only the shadows of gray branches and leaves remained on the pond water.A emptiness will remain in everyone's heart until next year when the flowers bloom.

Few people do not believe that this bush of wild roses has a kind of spirituality.They believe that every flower bloom must symbolize a girl who is most worthy of the care of the flower god.This girl's fate must have been fully revealed by this flower blooming, though obscure.There must be some omens at the beginning of the flowering season every year.Those girls who trembled in their hearts and believed that they were being shown, never forgot to carefully observe the flowers blooming by the water, doubting the will of every wind and rain.That tender heart couldn't help trembling along with the tender branches.They quietly counted the days when the flowers bloomed and withered, silently checked the number of bees and butterflies, and each had his own way of asking for divination.They must bless this cluster of flowers and pray for themselves every day; pray that the flowers will bloom for a long time, that there will be no storms for a season, that they will be free from careless people, and in short, that the good times will stay for a long time without exception.

Where are the boys?Then search carefully on the side.They think that the onlookers are clear and everyone has their own judgments. While looking for the people who are truly represented by this year's flowers, they laugh at those who are not their eyes.While searching, I found some dream-like experiences.So sometimes they hold back the wild horse's wind-like heart for a while, and silently pray for a spring of spring water in his chest.Their thick and straightforward poems are filled with sincere sentences. Such customs and superstitions have already taken root.There was such a story back then.