Those little fragments of youth

When I was a child, there was always a letter from one person, one a week, hidden in a fixed corner of the table hole. Clean paper, like his pure warm smile. The first sentence of a letter remains the same for thousands of years. He clearly sat in my front row left left, but these four words, let me have a kind of life and death across the cycle of endless rivers and mountains.

Star stickers

At that time, IN order to exchange a chiu sticker with my classmate, I gave him two weeks of homework; In order to raise money to buy a little Tigers sticker, saved three days of breakfast...

We don't have to make a song book about someone anymore, fill it with pictures and lyrics, because we can find everything about him on the website, and we don't have to spend too much time poking around for the latest news, because the media will make him more familiar than his neighbors.

Old times in the library

The library is the most popular place to get a seat. Every morning a group of people waited in front of the library as they had done before the 800-meter run, waiting for the door to open and then dispersing like a tide to their favorite corner and sit down.

The dust flying in the sun, the smell of old paper piles in the air, and the blue work clothes and bottle glasses of the library aunt, are all the objects I miss. I miss the awe of moving through rows of shelves, the joy of encountering a good book among thousands, the throbbing panic of catching a glimpse of a loved one between the pages

papercranes

At that time, I had a crush on him, and he was fully pursuing my beautiful deskmate. That year, my deskmate's birthday, he wanted to give a meaningful gift, he asked me for help. I wry smile: that fold thousand paper cranes, girls all like this. He said, But I can't. I teach. I was calm, but in fact I was already agitated.

With the greatest courage I ever had, I tore a piece of paper and folded it in layers in front of him. When I finished, he smiled awkwardly: Still not. I pretended to be free and easy to throw the thousand paper cranes to him: take it back to open research.

Later, while I was waiting, he gave my deskmate another present. A few months later, I dug out a twisted paper crane from a gap in the corner of his desk. I opened it gently. On it, I wrote my heart in a hurry: I like it.

It turned out that he had never opened it.

A 17-year-old bicycle

In junior high, there was a boy who always broke my bike, unplugged the valve, or plugged the lock. Then triumphantly mounted his own mount and rode off. After riding two steps, he looked back and saw me whirling around in the same spot. At that moment, there was something like anticipation in his eyes. It was not until many years later, when I saw the movie called love Letter, in which two Tengjingshu were reading the answers to the English paper by the side of the car lights in the night, that I realized that the various practical jokes about the bicycle were hiding the feelings of a shy teenager.

It's just that the boy still doesn't understand why he broke so many times that I never thought about changing the place where he couldn't find the car. Why AFTER the bike strike, I would rather walk home than let someone else pick me up. That is because, I also like his general expectation, secretly hope that once, he broke my car, said to me: come on, I take home!

The note flew slowly

I still remember the scrip fight. Sometimes even something as simple as "let's go to the bathroom after class" can become a part of the notes flying around the classroom. As a transfer student if the teacher stared at the panic, some will accidentally throw a note to b, so it is very likely to appear "what a stupid pig" and "thank you for praise" this wonderful answer.

Has a crush on

He was 16 years old, had a nice baby face, and played good basketball. He hit a crucial free throw during the basketball tournament and I prayed to him: Oh, my God, let him make it. I'd like to save ten points on my midterm.

That man is not a very good student. He always has to make notes on every test. On that occasion, a sheet of paper filled with answers landed at the foot of his desk, just as he was discomfited to find that the cheat sheet he had left in his coat had not been brought into the examination room. This is the first time I've cheated in my life. Of course, he didn't know all this.

Then the guy stopped playing basketball and started talking business. Later, I don't wish for others easily, don't take risks for others.

So, I lost the little boy, also lost the best secret love.

Let the heart fly in the dark sky

The light and splendour of the city night, the sky splashed with neon. Bustling profusion of the world, every day there are different scenes flash in front of me, dazzling, dizzying; See enough of the carnival, the game of the performance of the world, and which is true or false, more heart haggard. I do not know why, tonight I should yearn for the darkness, in my childhood, in my country, the endless darkness.

At night in the country, far or near, in the emptiness of the darkness, ghastly sounds come from time to time: the barking of dogs, the singling of owls, and the faint voices of men; Without light, I could not see exactly what things looked like, but felt them only by sound; Less visual fetters, my imagination is infinitely broadened, the whole person's consciousness, spirit is no longer restricted by space, to feel the mysterious peristalsis and vitality of nature, to listen to the most gentle breathing of nature; The darkness blocked my sight, but lifted my spirit to another realm, a place of unspeakable beauty. At this time, I feel the heart and guangyu into a piece, can not be separated.

Often I would stand still in the starless, moonless night, or in dark rooms where there was no light, in the pitch darkness, with my eyes open or closed; You can stand, you can sit, you can even lie down. No one can see in the dark, the usual deep in the bottom of my heart, by those so-called moral tightly repressed everything out, do from the body to the mind to the maximum relaxation.

Then I felt my heart extending in the darkness, and the tension was relieved. Here, without regard to worldly rules, human dignity; There was no need to be conscious of others; Here, to find the real self; Here, there is no image, there is only the illusion of the mind, the darkness makes the space into a big screen, staged the movie of the mind fluttering in the face. No matter what others say, I still choose darkness without hesitation.

And how empty and cowardly are those souls accustomed to the city's light. If the night falls, once there is no electricity, no light, they will appear to be at a loss. The seductive neon lights blind, the sensational appearance of the voice dumb; The bar-goers, the dancers, the Internet surfers, the theatergoers were all silly, swearing and not knowing how to cope with the darkness. Thousands of household electricity for a comfortable and light, it was swallowed by the darkness, the filar silk blowing air conditioning air conditioning stopped, that is hanging appetite the TV play didn't, is doing homework, the child's woman muttered in search of emergency, a smoke in the burning man bored site boring, boring like darkness enveloped the city, also shrouded in people's hearts.

Also for the darkness, different hearts, different encounters of people, feelings are so different. Are those wilderness explorers afraid of the dark? No, they would sit together and sing at the top of their voices, or whisper, gazing at the mysterious stars, listening to the wind blowing against the tent, feeling vast and lonely. Is Helen, the blind writer, afraid of the dark? No, she has been living in the dark, her work "Just Give me Three Days light", once deeply moved me: in her heart, eyes are so precious, light is so lovely. She was blind, but she had an eye that no normal person could see through.

The little match girl was afraid of the dark? No, the bustling street market was more terrible than the darkness for her. She only struck a match and went looking for the darkness, the heaven in the darkness. Did Miroopsius sink into darkness? No, the darkness gave him endless creation and fantasy, he brought light and civilization to mankind in the darkness.

Then I came to realize that only in the darkness can people's minds get peace and stability. The darkness blocks fame and wealth, power, wealth and beauty from their sight. The beauty and ugliness, rich and poor, high and low, men and women all disappear, and only the darkness reveals keen and thoughtful eyes in the darkness. People yearn for light in darkness, but darkness let me find the shadow of the soul, see the blindness and loss of life.

I am reminded of the wise words of a pastor: When I bathe in light, I yearn for darkness; When I'm in the dark, I'm praying for light. Perhaps the soul that can bravely shuttle between light and darkness can love life more and be better at thinking about life. Therefore, it can expect to have more harvest.