Chapter 49 tear off the calendar day

It’s the end of the year again. One side of the calendar on my desk is raised high, while the other side is as thin as a cicada’s wing. After a few flips, three hundred and sixty-five days will come to an end in my life. The thick side is the past time, because some people's addresses and phone numbers are recorded on some days, as well as some occasional thoughts and feelings, so it is thicker than the original thickness, as if it shows the past years. heavy.It is like a heavy brick, pressing on the heart of youth, making youth flustered and painful. The person who invented the desk calendar was probably a young man, and the years are long for him, so he let the days turn left and right on the rectangular iron bracket, not begrudged by the passage of time, and not afraid to face the time.When everything is good for the year, he will easily bundle up the stack of used desk calendars and throw it somewhere to let it dust, because there are still many days.For middle-aged and elderly people, looking at the stacks of used desk calendars, there may be a sense of vicissitudes of life like a dream.

So I thought of tearing up the calendar. When I was young, there was always a calendar card hanging in my house. My mother called it the "Gregorian calendar card" and we called it the "month card".It was a rectangular colored card cut out of cardboard, on which was a picture of Chang'e flying to the moon: a deep blue sky, an incomparable full moon, some faint white clouds, and the flying skirt of Chang'e flying to the moon.Below is the place where the calendar is hung, and the card has a pair of narrow eyes waiting for the sharp iron piece on the back of the calendar to be inserted into it, matching it intimately.At that time, my favorite thing to do every day was tear up the calendar.As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I could hear the crackling of the firewood in the stove, and the smell of porridge or corn cakes.It's basically the morning dad who makes the family's breakfast.The first thing I did when I got out of the bed was not to put on clothes, but to step on the pillow with bare feet to tear off the month plate nailed to the side of the quilt shelf on the kang, and throw any days in bold on the ground, because I have to go to school on such days, And the days with red fonts are basically Sundays, so I held it and returned to the bed, looked at it kindly, and felt that every letter on it was beautiful and lovely, and even felt an unusual fragrance emanating from the page.So I can rely on the quilt and can't get up. Anyway, Zhong who is in class has become dumb on this day, so he can indulge himself without any scruples.Sometimes my father would come in and shout to the people on the kang, "It's cold, get up!"

"It's cold" doesn't refer to him, but refers to the rice he cooked.Anyway, there was a fire in the stove, and it was hot again after it cooled down, so I still tucked my head into the bed, and the Sunday calendar followed.My father is cunning. He put the dog in the yard into the bedroom like a prank at this time, and the dog swung its head and tail towards my bed, with its front paws resting on the edge of the bed, whining tenderly, You have to get up. Sometimes when I get up and tear up the calendar, I find that it has been torn first, so I am very angry, thinking that the days of this day will be boring, as if I can’t have it without tearing it.

The days torn apart include wind, rain, thunder and lightning, as well as sunshine, rain and dew, and frequent snowfall.There are joys and joys in the days torn apart, but also quarrels and sorrows.Although it was a poor time, but because of the reunion of the family, it exudes a warm atmosphere all the time.The days that I have torn up sometimes float out of the window and dance with the wind. Those that fall into the henhouse are pecked by the chickens, and those that fall into the pigsty are pushed into the dung by the pigs and become dung.The lucky ones fall in the vegetable garden, where they are moistened by the fresh air, and in the end they will inevitably be wet by the rain, and become soil after retting.

Some people who know how to live don't tear up the calendar, but use a rubber band to strangle the month card, stuff the past days into it one by one, hang it high, and take it off at the end of the year to come in handy.Sometimes women use it to wipe their children's buttocks, and sometimes grandpas use them to roll yellow cigarettes.But because of my restless hands, none of them could stay in our family, and they all flew away.Whenever Bai Xue decorates the courtyard and the garden in a silvery light, the days on the month card become thinner, and the year is about to pass, thinking in her heart that next year she will grow taller, her braids will be longer, and the shoes she wears will be longer. The size will be one size larger, and there will be sincere happiness.After the new day was neatly bound, Chang'e was still flying to the moon day after day, and the hard cards were not easily changed.

After growing up, the month card is still used at home, but I am not so interested in tearing it up, so growing up is not a good thing.When I went to the teacher's college and lived in the student dormitory, I didn't have a calendar to read, but I still lived a good life.That is, during that period, desk calendars were sold in stores, so most people did not use month cards.Naturally, my days of ripping out calendars ended. I have lived in Harbin for the past few years. The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to turn over the desk calendar and let it go from one side to the other.When the thickness of the two sides is almost equal, Harbin will enter the hottest period of time.At the end of the year, I string used desk calendars and store them in a drawer.Some words and sentences on the desk calendar are also very interesting. For example, on February 14, 1993, it is recorded that "a flower bowl was accidentally broken"; Seeing that the ring was broken, I woke up to find it was snowing"; August 28th is "A double rainbow appeared in the sky, and the bitter gourd soup is delicious"!

On January 19th, 1994, it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Northeast people like to cook "Laba porridge" on this day. I wrote it down on the calendar for this day: "Cook eight-treasure porridge. Ingredients: rice, millet, Mung beans, small hawthorn seeds, raisins, walnut kernels, jujubes, peanuts".On March 3, it was written that "Wu Zetian's tomb was trampled by ten thousand people, just because she trampled ten thousand people".And on July 11th, "Germany lost 1:2 to Bulgaria. Bulgaria burned the old German tanks with passion like fire" (as if quoted from a sports commentator).

The desk calendar has become my simple diary intentionally or unintentionally, and of course it is even more valuable for collection. No matter how unwilling to face the passing days, no matter how unwilling to let youth become a thing of the past, I must face it calmly.When I stringed up the desk calendar of 1995 and put the ink-scented days of 1996 on the tin frame, I would still briefly write down some of my actions, thoughts and feelings on it.If I can pick up the calendars that I tore off when I was young, maybe my late father will be resurrected, and he will put a dog into my bedroom to wake me up, maybe my house in Daguqigu has been deserted The courtyard that has been destroyed will become full of greenery again.But days are always: what passes becomes memory.

But it remains deeply in my heart after all.When I was getting old and wasted the days on the desk calendar, and my hand was trembling when turning the desk calendar, Chang'e must still be flying to the moon.