BobBam

Joined June 2022

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The Autumn Grass
At this moment, the garden is a field of autumn grass, autumn grass! Outside the gate, on the path that you walk, on the open space that is reflected in your eyes, on the land in the distance that enters the shadow in your mind with your eyes closed, is autumn grass! The grass of the season!
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Pink Memories
In my senior year of high school, a new student came to our class, her name is Zhou Jing. 　　The first time I looked at her, I fell in love. A pair of beautiful big eyes, shining with a charming glow, like a bullet instantly hit me, with only zero point zero seconds, she managed to break into the heart of a young boy pregnant, so that I do not fall into the cliché of her fans.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The taste of my first crush
Zhou Jing, a name that makes my heart beat and impulse. She, my middle school classmate. Fair face, good looks, and good understanding. So, in our class, she is gorgeous and noble like a princess.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The taste of first love
First acquaintance with seven sisters, from the joint school organization that the whole commune of secondary school students sports.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
There was a girl named Li
I didn't expect to see the long-lost "class flower", Lijun, on the 12th day of the 5th lunar month this year. That night, I took my wife and old classmate Zhiping to Meixi Lake Commercial Plaza early to attend a small gathering of classmates in Changsha.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The frozen rice candy
In the waxing moon, farm work in the fields is idle, and folks begin to organize things for the New Year. The smell of New Year in the countryside gradually becomes stronger.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
Dazes of Summer Nights
When it comes to summer nights, I immediately recall Wang Ling's seven lines of "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat": "The clear wind is powerless to butcher the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of the rivers and seas, but does the sky not pity the dryness of the river and the Han? Kunlun's high has snow, Penglai's far often left cold. Can't carry the world to, how can I bear to go to swim among them?" Wang Ling lamented that he could not carry Kunlun "snow", Penglai "left cold" to remove the heat and nourish the drought, I am a layman, no Wang Ling's mind, just hate myself not to send you nourishment and cool. In this hot and unbearable night, I have been thinking, in that more hot and humid sky, how did you survive a hot and humid night like a steamer?
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Lin's Alleyway
Once, I passed through Yibin, because the transfer plane needs to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours, because of unfamiliar with the city, no place to go, a time to feel very bored. Suddenly remembered that there is a long-lost comrade here, when we were in the army, we were bedside buddies. But then retired to their hometowns, each are busy with work and life, have not been in contact. It just so happens that other comrades have left his contact number, so I tried to contact him. When he heard it was me, he was both surprised and happy, complaining that we had failed each other as comrades back then, while he wanted to meet me at the airport.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Margin of the film
When I was a sophomore in college, the teacher who taught us foreign literature was a recent graduate student and my hometown friend from the same county. He offered an elective course, Film Literature. At that time, there were very few students enrolled, only three of us enrolled, and I was one of them.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
Memory of the patrol room
This is an abandoned long-distance line patrol house of the telecommunication bureau. It had lost its courtyard wall, the vegetable patch was replaced by the concrete floor in front of it, the kitchen had two more big stoves, the mountain wall had two more pipes, there was no more door and door frame, no more window pane and window frame, and even the cement prefabricated canopy on top of the gate of the terminal room was smashed for those steel bars that could be sold for money.
By BobBam4 years ago in Families
Spring Trip to The Phoenix Hill
The spring girl came quietly, a wind blew, blowing green grass, green willow, blowing wrinkled the river, blowing blue sky, blowing red peach blossoms, blowing awake birds ......
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The folded family scandals
When I had nothing to do, my old father asked me to sort out old photos, life is really a blink of an eye. I'm afraid it's a laurel tree outside the window of my old house, that should be about two or three years old memory it.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction