camellia

She went to the south of the Yangtze River before the Spring Festival, preparing to spend a real Spring Festival with flowers. When leaving, tell him to use mobile phone Internet, to report their whereabouts, please do not worry.

Because of this concern, every day on the Internet, from time to time to see whether her QQ lit up, whether there is a message.

In the first two days, I did not see her QQ light up, nor did I see any messages. Maybe it was inconvenient to surf the Internet during the trip, or I was too busy to go to the Internet bar! Maybe they'll call when they get there, swim in the net while they wait. Perhaps seeing a picture of the counterattack in self-defense against Vietnam, I suddenly had a whim and wanted to listen to Li Shuangjiang's "Goodbye Mom". I quickly found the song on the Internet and played it. As soon as the long lost and familiar music sounded, it brought my thoughts back to that hot-blooded era...

Suddenly, her QQ lit up and flashed. I hurriedly happy place to open, see her message: "I have arrived, you do not know, did not see my wechat? There are pictures I took!" I quickly sent a victory emoji, then took out my phone and opened wechat. Greeted is the red camellia bud, at this time ear spread "you see that camellia is in bud", I suddenly stood up: how can so clever, I and camellia connected, there is indissoluble preexistence!

I can't say what happened in my past life, or I don't believe it at all, but I can't forget what happened in this life. Think of my life and camellia is really predestined relationship.

The first time I know the name camellia is just a school Sunday. Several of my classmates and I sat quietly beside my grandmother and several old ladies, listening to them tell us old folk stories from qilu. Suddenly in a hurry to a classmate, hands holding a never seen cigarette box, shouted to everyone: "look at the cigarette box is what flowers, so beautiful?" An old lady said it was peonies. The others all agreed. Grandmother took a look and said: "there is a name on the box, I only recognize a mountain character should not be peony!" Several children around to see, talk about a do not know the word, I reached out to take a look, confident of them said: "don't fight, this word read tea. It's on my grandfather's tea box. I knew him before school."

They stopped talking and someone asked, "Is there such a flower? Why have you never heard of it? Is it the flower of the tea tree?"

Grandmother said, "Back in my hometown, I heard that there were such flowers in other countries. When they blossomed, it was snowing."

Hearing that it was not a peony, the children were discouraged and stopped looking. Alone, I looked at the red camellia on the cigarette box for a long time. I thought they were much more beautiful than the peonies in the picture. From that time on, I knew there was a kind of camellia flower in the world, and I had a wish in my heart: I had the opportunity to see the real flowers growing on the ground.

The pace of time in imperceptible, took me out of a good distance, there are too many novelty and desire on the road of growth, the memory of camellia, gradually indifferent, finally sealed in the bottom of my heart.

After the start of the war of self-defence against Vietnam, Li Shuangjiang and the musicians went to the front to express their sympathy for the music. When they ask the female nurse of a discontent 20 years old, what want most most now is what, the small nurse raises tired face to say: "I want most mother!" The people present, deeply moved, based on what they had seen and heard these days, wrote in the trenches what would become the world famous "Goodbye Mama."

When I heard this song for the first time, when I was young, it was inevitable that my blood was boiling. After graduation, several classmates agreed to join the army and go to the battlefield to be a hero who had been admired for a long time. Grandmother listened to our conversation and said slowly, "You have no experience of war. It is not what you think. I have seen with my own eyes, the first night back to the villagers singing soldiers, the next day from the battlefield lifted down what all don't know, but also are children ah!

One day, the school organization listened to the report made by the people who came back from the interview in laoshan front line, which played a recording. It was a platoon of soldiers who sang "Goodbye Mom" together before going to the battlefield. The soldiers happened to agree with the second paragraph of "If I die in the battle, you will see the blooming camellia. If I die in battle, you will see the beautiful camellia. When I return from the war, I will visit my dear mother again. When I returned from the war triumphantly, I would visit my happy mother again. Ah, ah, and wipe away the tears for my mother. They do not want to sacrifice in the battlefield, let their mother cry to the camellia, how I hope to return from the battlefield, personally wipe the tears for my mother!

The speaker said sadly, "None of them came true. The platoon died. That song was our last voice." Hearing this, many teachers and students shed tears and some sobbed out loud.

I had a mental image of grandma standing in front of the flowers, anxious for my return from the war. If I were killed in battle, what I would like most is a red camellia planted in grandma's garden, just as the song says, to keep her company. Grandma will shed tears over the flowers. I think she will shed more tears than the mothers!

At that moment, I understand the grandmother said that the mood, but also know the red camellia, condensation of the blood of martyrs and mother's tears, there are soldiers of pride and mother's tenderness.

Due to various reasons, the agreement of several of our classmates could not be realized. How many years later, looking back, I still feel it is a pity. Did not join the army, did not go to war, but that song, the song of the camellia but in the heart, in memory.

The war was over, my grandmother was gone, and in commodity China, the song was almost unheard of, and when I occasionally listened to it, people reacted with surprise, as if I were an old fuddy-duddy, an out-of-touch monster.

The tide of the commodity economy, chasing people too busy to care about what happened in the past, who will think about the past!

I got the tide back in Shanghai, so I obediently returned to the shore and turned to surf.

One day, a student who was good at singing and dancing in those days sent me a scene music which I knew was sung by Teresa Teng, but I had never heard it before. The song seemed to have a magic touch that struck a chord in my heart and touched the softest part of me. I asked the name of this song, she told me called "camellia", and hit a string of words on QQ: like, you slowly appreciate it!

I slowly closed my eyes and felt the song with my heart. The original camellia has such tenderness.

"Seventeen and eighteen whispering in secret, shy and shy, always dreaming of him..." As if to see in full of camellia hills, a pair of 17 - or eight-year-old lovers whispering under the flowers, the girl shyly bowed her head, perhaps still playing with the corner or braid tip......

A sense of disappointment climbed to my heart, I was seventeen or eighteen years old that age, heard the first "Camellia", must not be such a feeling today!

I grew up in the era of advocating hero, hero complex deeply imprinted in the heart, in the young ambition not to worry about the time, nature was Li Shuangjiang's "goodbye mom" in the camellia moved. When experienced the ups and downs of life, bumpy bumpy, encounter into my heart, it will show even I do not know the heart of the tenderness.

I sent the song to the person who broke into my heart and asked her if she had heard it. She said she had and liked it, but was surprised that a "rough" person like me could like such a soft song. We talked about the mood of this song, about camellia, talked for a long time, unexpected harvest a lot of the same view. She was thrilled to discover that there was so much tenderness in me that was so contrary to my appearance.

She told me that she had seen camellias, not just the red I had in mind, but in other colors. I said to her emotionally: "we agreed, later you must take me to see the camellia, under the camellia we take a picture, you have to lower the head shyly, just like we seventeen or eight years old that way!"

She sent me a shy emoji, and I replied with a hug emoji...

We finally came together hand in hand, and she brought the gift she had long promised but kept secret -- a pot of red camellia. Promise to accompany me to see the camellia sometime. Go to yunnan border to see the blood and fire dyed red camellia, go to the south of the tea town of camellia do 17 or 18 years old appearance, leaving a precious memory.

There are two camellia in my heart, one is Li Shuangjiang's camellia, where there is my dream of youth, one is Teresa Teng's camellia, where there is the "shy" of my side.