Excuse me, who remembers an article in The Past?

I was born in a small town in Jiangbei, and I have never seen a spot on all the regional maps I have seen.

There is a very old street in the town. The gray slate has zigzag thin lines. On rainy days, cold water will quietly overflow from it. Like a lazy sigh, children will roll up their trouser legs and run like the wind, splashing. There are many ancient and vibrant plum trees here. In winter, all the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and sometimes there are snowflakes all over the sky with a large red background. Warm as spring.

These are all things of the past. That street has been torn down and plum trees have been cut down. I often stay in the attic and miss the town long ago. I will sleep in the warm sunshine. December is winter, but there is no snow. As far as I can remember, it seldom snows in the town. In some years, there will be a little scattered fine snowflakes.

I miss the heavy snow and rain on the gray slate.

Of course, I miss wood and those days when a tree and a plum were in full bloom.

The wooden house was built by the river, and the exterior wall was not painted with lime and bare red bricks. Children in the town like to write and draw on it with stolen chalk. I was seven years old and just entered primary school. I can draw fish, turtles and chickens vividly. Every day after school, I run in the rosy dusk, cross the narrow alley, and finally stop behind the red house. I put my beautiful dark green schoolbag on the ground, then sat on it and began to draw swimming fish and chickens pecking at insects. Wood will look at me from a distance with an envious smile on his face. When he saw me looking at him, he suppressed his smile and lowered his head.

On those September nights, after the sun went down, the sky was still gray and bright. I heard birds flapping their wings and returning to their nests. I heard someone shouting cattle and sheep in the field not far away. I heard Aunt Guo drive the pig into the fence in her yard. Today, many years later, I suddenly feel that dusk is like a painting, which can plunder the beauty of the world.

That day I stood up, patted the dust on my ass and walked to the Woods. I spread my palm out to him, and the short white chalk heads with worn edges and corners measured the temperature of my palm. I said, here you are. Do you want it?

Wood slowly raised his head, and I saw the longing and surprise deep in his eyes. After a long time, he finally nodded violently.

Wood doesn't like talking. I knew it from the day I met him. Mom said that people who don't talk because they have something on their minds. Mom also said, Nuo Nuo, you can't bully Mu Tong.

Mu Tong is the name of Wood, which was given to him by Mr. Qiu in the town. Teacher Qiu is a gentle and kind middle-aged man. Even if we do something wrong, he never hits us or scolds us. He said that we are flowers, the town is beautiful because of us, and it will be more beautiful because of us. We sat in chairs, laughing happily. Our laughter is like plum blossoms swaying in the wind in winter, like the river flowing in front of the wooden house.

Mom, I won't bully wood because we are good friends. I leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and said seriously.

Mom just smiled. Our Nuo Nuo is a good boy.

Is wood a good boy, too I asked.

Mu Tong is also a good boy.

Then why doesn't he go to school?

I saw my mother's cooking hand stop in the air, and I heard her sigh gently. Then the warm girl turned around, and at the age of seven, I saw the sadness on her face and the pain in her eyes.

After a long time, mother said, Nuo Nuo, Mu Tong is going to school.

On the day Mu went to school, Mr. Qiu came to meet him in person. The sun has just risen, and the golden sunshine shines brightly on the whole town. Wood came out of the room, wearing a white plaid coat with a hem almost knee-high and sleeves rolled up high. This is the most suitable skirt for wood that I have ever seen.

I ran to hold his hand. I said, Wood, we can go to school together and go home together in the future.

Wood looked at me and nodded, his face like a ripple of joy and happiness.

Miss Qiu smiled and touched our heads, saying that they were both good children.

Miss Qiu walked to school holding our hands. Wood's mother-in-law stood at the door and watched us walk away. When we were about to turn into the alley, she said in an old hoarse voice at the back, Ya Ya, listen to the teacher at school. Wood turned to look at her mother-in-law, and didn't look back until she entered the alley. I saw the corner of his eye shining like a diamond.

Wood still doesn't like to talk at school He always stood by, watching everyone play and smiling. This kind of smile is like the bright and warm sunshine we see through the cracks in the petals under the plum tree after the heavy snow clears up. That smiling face burned into my memory like a fiery red soldering iron. Over the years, it has been comforting and warming me when I was in trouble and sad.

Wood and I sit at the same table In class, he sat up straight, his arms flat on the table, quietly opened his big black eyes and looked serious and focused. Like a soldier with a gun waiting to charge. Only when Mr. Qiu asks him to answer questions or read the article aloud will Wood stand up with a bang and stand up loudly. At that time, I couldn't help looking up at him slightly. I think he is like a plum tree full of flowers.

Wood will get high marks in the homework exam. His handwriting is beautiful, small and square. After reading books for a long time, I suddenly feel that they are elves dancing on paper.

I said, Wood, please teach me to write. I also want to write something small and beautiful.

It's not good to write small print. We should write in big letters.

Then why did you write so small?

There was a long silence, he whispered, because I don't have many books.

The first time I was stung by a word, I burned my finger with the book in my hand.

The next day, I secretly put some new books my father bought me from the best stationery store in the county into my wooden bag. Later, when the wood was found, he asked me, is the book yours?

I nodded. I gave it to you.

Why? Wood sipped his mouth and frowned slightly. I can't just ask for your things.

Wood, I lent it to you, okay? You can return it to me later. If you don't want it, then I'll never draw on your wall again.

I looked at him with a smile. He smiled, too, and then put the books that had been pushed to my desk into the bag. It's a very shabby bag, gray and black, and the fibers are exposed when washing.

At lunch, I said to my mother, Mom, I want a new schoolbag.

Don't you already have one?

I want to give a piece of wood.

Why? Mom and dad asked in unison.

The wooden schoolbag is broken and ugly. I want him to have a beautiful schoolbag like me. Father and mother looked at each other with a smile. Dad put down his chopsticks, reached out and patted me on the forehead, and said thoughtfully, good son.

That afternoon, my father bought a smooth and bright cloth. After dinner, mother sewed the schoolbag on the sewing machine. That "De De" sound is like the most beautiful music in the world. Suddenly I feel that my heart has wings and flies happily in the most beautiful melody.

When I handed the bag to the wood, he looked at me as if he was hurt, with tears in his eyes.

Promise me, do you feel sorry for me? Do you want to feel sorry for me? Hands twisted together, expression pain. I don't want you to pity me, I just want you to be my good friend. You know, promise.

I'm a little overwhelmed. After a long time, I said, wood, I don't pity you. I just want you to be like me. I just want you to have everything I have. ......

It was the spring when we were eight years old, and the rape blossoms were golden. Wood and I said the word "friend" for the first time, and then we hugged each other and moved each other. Happiness pervades us like the morning light.

We stood on the river bank of kindness. We are kind and naive children. We are children of spring.

Mercy River is a clear and clean river. The running water bypassed the town. When the river is clear, you can see green aquatic plants and fish and shrimp swimming leisurely at the bottom of the river, and gray ducks swimming leisurely on the water. Every summer evening, the children in the town go swimming and bathing in this river. In those evenings, the wood broke the bamboo in front of the door, and he skillfully broke the bamboo into pieces of flexible bamboo strips. Grandma Mu weaves beautiful bamboo baskets, baskets or mats with those bamboo strips, which can be taken to the market in the neighboring town to sell some money. I took cold water in my hand and sprinkled it on him, shouting: wood, wood. Come down, come down and play with us.

He smiled and shook his head at us with a sharp bamboo knife. You guys play. I'm not going down. I'll just watch.

At this moment, my mother-in-law came out of the room. She said to the wood, Ya Ya, you should go and play with them, too. The bamboo there is very good.

Oh, Mu answered, quickly took off his coat, and jumped among us with a splash.

We jumped into the water, we had a water fight, and we laughed. There is a lot of noise and excitement.

People who live by the benevolent river are all kind people. Grandma Mu, Miss Qiu, Aunt Guo, my mother ... Over the years, whenever I see a beautiful and gentle river flowing, I always think of the kind river in my hometown and these kind people for no reason. Whenever and wherever you open your sleeves, you can smell a deep sense of intimacy from your skin. I grew up drinking the water from the Benevolence River. Those rivers, like spring and dew, have turned into boiling blood flowing in my body with the passage of time.

But then the good river changed its course and the quaint town was torn down. Because a national highway passes through, cage-like high-grade residential areas have been built there. I stand on the land where plum blossoms are in full bloom, and I can't find any traces of the past. The sadness in my heart is overwhelming.

After the town was demolished, everyone in the town moved to different places. I was studying at M University at that time. Mom called and she cried on the phone. That was the only time I heard her cry. Even if Grandpa was forced to die during the Cultural Revolution, even if I didn't have enough to eat in famine years, even if my father fell from a height while building a house for others, she never shed tears. She once told me that tears can't solve the problem at all, and all the difficulties will eventually require you to reach out and move away. Such a strong woman cried softly because a small town knocked down some plum trees and cut them down. Finally, she told me on the phone, son, mom is old.

The summer after I graduated from college, I went back to my hometown to visit Miss Qiu. Their whole family moved into the county seat, and Mr. Qiu was paralyzed by a stroke.

He has been holding my hand since I sat in front of his bed. I feel my hands are old and thin, like the skin of a plum tree I touched when I was a child; The blue veins on the back of the hand are clearly visible, like thin lines on the slate in the alley. Teacher Qiu is old after all.

Miss Qiu asked me if I still remember the small town and the kind river.

I nodded and said, yes.

Remember Mu Yuyan and Mu Tong?

I couldn't speak for a moment, and the scar in my heart hurt when the teenager ran over it. After a long time, I tried to smile. I said, I remember you always pick him up on the first day of school. He is wearing the white plaid jacket you gave him. You said he and I were good kids the other day.

Miss Qiu sighed deeply. Mu Tong is a good boy, and so are you. Unfortunately-

He didn't go on, and two lines of tears rolled down. I held his hand tightly and gave me a warm palm more than ten years ago. Now I want to pass on the warmth of my palm.

Those days when flowers bloom, those years that pass like running water, and those lives that shine like water drops on the tip of a needle. Even if I will wander around and be exiled by the world in the future, I will never forget anything. As Wood once said, he will always remember the warmth that everyone gave him because of his kindness.

Spring was warm and humid when we were eight years old. The flowers and plants in the field are particularly lush. At first glance, there are no purple flowers at the end. In due course, they will be harvested and fed to pigs or cows. Mom said that if she was a child, flowers and plants would be good food. A little vegetable oil and salt can make people eat their tongues.

The teacher is very careful. When we play, we will accidentally run into the fields and trample on the flowers and plants. So every spring, we will divide the students in each class into many teams, and then appoint a road captain in each team according to the route home. Wood is the captain of the road among the top five children in West Street. Every day after school, the wood will walk in front and lead us home neatly from the road. We won't catch tadpoles in ditches and butterflies in fields as before. But I suddenly miss the days when I used to climb trees, dig bird nests and hit frogs with wooden slingshots.

Wood never does such a thing with us. He said that small animals have families. It will be sad for parents to lose their children, and it will be pitiful for children to lose their parents. In fact, Wood is a child without parents.

I asked Wood, Do you miss your parents?

Of course I want to. But sometimes I think Aunt Guo is like my mother and Teacher Qiu is like my father. In fact, I feel very good to have my mother-in-law and so many people who love and protect me.

At that moment, I saw a happy light shining in Mu's pupil.

Aunt Guo lives next door to the wood, with dark skin and diligent hands and feet. She is a famous laborer in our town. Wood told me that Aunt Guo cooked well and never forgot to give some to her mother-in-law and him. She also wants to send some when she chooses fresh vegetables. She also gave him some small clothes made in Dong Zi, which fit him well.

When I grow up and have a promise, I will be doubly kind to them.

Wood is a grateful child, just like a plum tree will produce bright and beautiful flowers in the ice and snow to repay the land that raised it.

Shortly after I gave Wood some notebooks and a schoolbag, he invited me to eat eggs. One morning on his way to school, he took out three eggs from his schoolbag and handed them to me.

Promise me that I will treat you to eggs.

I didn't answer, I said, I had breakfast.

I know. Take these eggs and eat them whenever you want.

Why did you give me eggs?

Because you gave me a notebook and a schoolbag, we are good friends. If you don't want it, I will return your book and bag to you as I did last time. Wood looked at me and smiled cunningly and childishly.

I put the eggs in my schoolbag and asked, did your mother-in-law make the eggs?

I told you, you would laugh at me.

I said, I definitely won't. Tell me.

My mother-in-law cooked three eggs for me on my birthday, and I ate one and kept two. Another one was that Aunt Guo sent me a bowl of eggs last night, and I let them go quietly. I want to save more for you, but I'm afraid it will go bad. Muxiao, do you think I'm so ridiculous?

I really wanted to smile in front of him that day, but I was afraid to cry as soon as I opened my mouth. I bit my lip hard. After a long time, I said, Wood, don't do this again.

Then I hid in my small room and ate those eggs. You can smell a faint fragrance when you peel off the shell, but you still feel fragrant every bite. Tears fell down while eating. This time, my tears were not caused by falling pain or being beaten by my mother because I did something wrong. This has become my secret forever. In the spring when I was eight years old, I was in tears because I ate three eggs.

Wood is also a clever boy. He can weave beautiful hats with soft wicker, and he also learned to weave flower baskets, laundry baskets and bamboo mats from his mother-in-law. During the Chinese New Year, he also posted a delicate paper lantern for me. We ran with lanterns in the sound of firecrackers, and the air was full of the good smell of sulfur. We also ran to a small earth slope by the good river to set off fireworks. Fireworks bounce into the sky, and then bloom into colorful "flowers", instantly illuminating the night sky. I turned to look at the wood in the fleeting light, and his face had a bright smile like fireworks.

In fact, we are all easy-to-satisfy children. As long as there is a little joy, we can laugh heartily. However, life often makes us lose something and harm something for no reason from the beginning. It's cruel.

Wood is a child without parents, and wood is a severely disfigured child.

At the age of thirteen, Wood began to notice the disfigurement on his face. He has a purple bag like a goose head on his forehead and a piece on his left face.

Blood-red scars extend from under the eyes to the neck, and the whole face is white and red. Wood asked me if his face looked disgusting.

No. I answered without hesitation.

He said, now, in fact, I have understood something. I am not a child without parents at all, but they abandoned me and abandoned me.

Who told you that?

I guessed it myself, but I believe so. He said sadly. Otherwise, my mother-in-law never took me to their graves to worship. I asked Aunt Guo, but she never said anything.

Wood, don't be sad, maybe it's not like this. Maybe everyone has their own difficulties. I tried to comfort him, but in my heart I also decided that Wood was telling the truth.

It was winter and plum blossoms were in full bloom. Because it didn't snow, it was quite lonely. Wood climbed a tree, sat on the branch and shook his legs. I looked up at him and suddenly felt that he was like a bird with a broken wing. When flying, he was always injured by a wound.

Promise me, come up, you can see farther from here.

What do you see?

Railway. It's the one we visited last time.

I think of the past autumn, when I was beating pork dishes with wood, I went there A black, cold railroad track stretches into the endless distance. Teacher Qiu told us before that there is a prosperous city at the end of the railway track, and there are beautiful universities in the city. We have been longing for it.

Wood, will you go to town by train?

Yes I think it may be closer to my dream.

Wood didn't go further after all. After the senior high school entrance examination at the age of sixteen, he went to a technical secondary school. The school is in a wealthy big town, more than 30 miles away from the town, full of pine and cypress, ivy and soft weeping willows. And my school is full of tall phoenix trees and camphor trees, as well as big red roses. At that time, I was about 100 miles away from the wood, in the neon county. I am in high school, and I am going to the city at the end of the railway.

Before the middle school entrance examination, we went to talk to Miss Qiu. Wood said he didn't want to study that day. He said, I can't leave my mother-in-law.

Grandma Mu is ill and her hearing and eyesight are getting worse and worse. She couldn't see me clearly when I went to her bedside. I said in her ear, I am Nuo Nuo. She clearly heard what I said, so she called wood and leaves in a trembling voice. Nuo Nuo is coming, and you can pour him a bowl of red pond water. I remember when I came to find wood, my mother-in-law always gave me a big bowl of red pond water to drink. Put a tablespoon of sugar, it's warm and sweet. Now this kind and kind old man can't get out of bed. I took Grandma Mu's hand and tears came down. I turned to wipe my tears and was seen by the wood. He came over and gently squeezed my shoulder and said nothing to each other.

Later, we came out and leaned against a willow tree by the good river. The April wind blows slowly with the fragrance of the earth. Wood said, thank you for coming to see your mother-in-law.

It should be. Her father used to be very kind to me.

Wood suddenly stopped looking at me and vowed that I didn't want to take the senior high school entrance examination.

Why? I looked him straight in the eye. Is it because of my mother-in-law What about your dream?

It doesn't matter anymore. He said, do you think I should leave my mother-in-law's side now? I should go to the county to attend high school and continue to take exams in the bustling city?

I don't know. I thought about it and said, let's go find Miss Qiu.

Miss Qiu doesn't agree with Wood's dropping out of school. He said, Grandma Mu, people in our town will take good care of you. As a child, you should study hard.

Wood is extremely stubborn this time. He said, I am no longer young, and I think it is necessary for me to stay with my mother-in-law. Everyone has been taking care of us all these years, and now I think I can serve my mother-in-law well on my own. In fact, I also know that if I really go to high school and college, I need more money.

For a long time, we couldn't convince each other, but I sat next to it and suddenly felt that I was really a child.

Later, Mr. Qiu stretched out his broad palm and stroked the head of the wood as he did in those days, saying that after listening to Mr. Qiu's words, he would stop studying. If there are difficulties, we will work out a solution.

Wood bowed his head and said nothing. Teacher Qiu went on to say that you can also take an examination of the secondary school in the neighboring town, so that you can come back every day and take care of your mother-in-law without delaying your studies. I still have a broken bike, so I'll give you a ride. But we must study. If we can go back to the town to teach after graduation, our children still need teachers.

Wood finally nodded, just like when he took the chalk from me. I held his hand tightly in my palm and said nothing. Miss Qiu looked at us with a warm smile on her face.

On this day, Mr. Qiu also told a secret that he had kept from Mu 16 years. Wood couldn't help crying after listening. Even if he guessed everything, once he knew exactly, he would still feel like a cold glass that suddenly became hot and almost broke.

After attending technical secondary school, Mu came back every day, riding an old bicycle and bumping all the way. Cooking, washing clothes, feeding chickens and pigs. It's warm. Boil water and ask Aunt Guo to come and bathe her mother-in-law. In winter, if it is sunny and warm in winter, I will move out of the couch and take my mother-in-law outside to bask in the sun. At that time, plum blossoms were in full bloom and the river slowly flowed.

I go back to town once a month. The road is not easy. I took the bus for more than an hour, then got off at a place seven or eight miles away from the town and walked back. I'm still looking for wood, but we don't talk much anymore. Many times, I will sit next to him and watch him knit or hold a basket. He occasionally looked up at me and smiled indifferently.

Life is still as clear and clean as a kind river.

Senior two entered the art class and studied painting. Many times, I think I need linen, colorful pigments, and some beautiful things in my heart, such as clarifying green and kind rivers, such as red berries blooming all over the sky, such as kind mother-in-law and wood. ......

At home in winter vacation, I draw plum trees with a brush. Through the open window, you can see a plum tree behind the house, with lively flowers on its branches and several cold-tolerant birds playing on the branches. It was a sunny winter morning, and someone hurried past my window, dropping a word and breaking all the tranquility.

-Mu Popo is dead.

My hand twitched, and a drop of ink in the pen fell down and spread quickly on the white paper. A mass of dirty black.

I ran to the red house and the oncoming wind scratched my face. Turning the corner, I heard hysterical cries in the Woods in the distance. My heart is like the middle of the year, and tears roll down like a burst of banks.

Grandma mu, grandma mu. I have been shouting in my heart. The kind and loving old man left us forever. Teacher Qiu told us that Mu's mother-in-law was destroyed by a leprosy when she was a child and was abandoned by her people. After the victory of the liberation war, she wandered to our town, and people in our town took her in. She makes a living by helping others do housework. She is old, and the people in the town let her be a "five-guarantee household", feed and clothe her, and raise money to build a brick house for her. Because of his ugly appearance, Mu Yuyan never got love in his life, and even lost his affection. Later, on a cold winter morning, she picked up the wood abandoned by her parents because of its ugly appearance by the kind river and raised him. ......

I rushed into the small room and saw Mu's mother lying peacefully on the bed, as if she were sleeping peacefully. Wood knelt in front of the bed, holding the old man's hand and crying himself to death. People in the town put down their work and rushed over. They pulled open the wood. Woodenhead was paralyzed, leaning feebly against the wall, his eyes empty and scattered. I sat next to him, grabbed his shoulder tightly and whispered, Wood, my mother-in-law doesn't want you to do this either. He slowly turned to me, suddenly plunged into my arms like out of control, and began to cry sadly again.

Older people began to prepare for the funeral. Dad also came to help. His leg hasn't recovered since he fell from a height. Dad cried, too He said that he always remembered that when he was a child, he often ate jiaozi made of pancakes baked by Mu Yuyan and stole cucumbers and tomatoes from Mu Yuyan's vegetable fields. Mu Yuyan saw it and pretended not to see it. ......

Some men go to the mountains to choose graves, while others buy coffins, paper money and firecrackers. Some women began to dress Mu's mother-in-law in shroud and comb her hair, and some built stoves to cook. The funeral made everyone sad.

I stayed with wood all winter vacation. I know he needs me. We seldom talk and sometimes look at each other. I tried to smile at him to make him feel warm.

On a snowy afternoon, we went to the railway in the upper reaches of Shanxin. Black rails, rough stones and roaring trains. We still don't know where the end is. A train passed by, and the strong wind made my hair fly wildly. My hair is always clean and soft, with a faint shampoo fragrance. Wood has always been flat-headed since childhood, and its hair stands upright, which is stubborn and lovely.

I asked him, Wood, what are your plans in the future?

I don't want to go anywhere. I will go back to town after graduation. He looked me in the eye and promised you to go to town along this railway in the future. Don't forget to draw some pictures and send them to me when you get there.

I nodded my head hard.

Eighteen-year-old Mu lost his beloved mother-in-law, and he also completed the final transformation in this accident, so he could stand alone in the wind and rain.

When many people learn to smoke, drink or even degenerate in middle school, Wood always gets good grades in the exam. He studies very hard every day. After school, move a chair and sit in front of the door. Weave baskets, laundry baskets, chair cushions and bamboo mats with bamboo or wicker. Every weekend at the end of the month, he will pull a scooter to the county to sell it once, which is the source of his living and learning expenses. The road to the county seat is not easy, and you have to go through some large and small slopes. He always hunches his back like a calf and struggles to pull the scooter up. Anyone who sees such a scene will be so sad that he will cry. So a few years later, when I saw some well-dressed people pointing at the country people pulling scooters in the city, I really wanted to rush up and slap him hard, and then tell them loudly that every effort of others is to take a step towards a happy life. What qualifications do you have to despise their labor so much!

Many times, wooden bamboo wares can't be sold out in one day. He will come to my school to find me and spend the night with me. He will buy some biscuits or apples and oranges every time he comes. I'm very angry with him. I said that if this happens again, I won't let you come and sleep. He just smiled at me. It won't happen again.

But it will be the same next time. And he wouldn't let me take him to the street to eat food stalls, insisting that as long as I invited him to the school cafeteria for dinner. In the evening, we sleep together and chat. He told me some things about his school and town, such as the sow born in Guo's mother's house and the daughter married in Dongjiekou Scenic Resort scenic spot. I also told him some interesting things about our school.

I found that Mu couldn't sleep well every night, and sighed softly in the middle of the night. Once, I held out my hand and asked him softly, what's the matter?

I miss my mother-in-law I remember when I was a child, my mother-in-law always stood in front of the door, rubbing her apron and calling me home for dinner.

The days passed day by day. I/kloc-graduated from wood technical secondary school in the summer when I was 0/9 years old and became a primary school teacher in the town. I was admitted to a university in the south. Then in September, I went to the railway station in the county and took the train south. Wood sent me to the station, wearing a white shirt that Aunt Guo bought him from the county seat, and there began to be chalk scraps on my fingers that could not be washed clean. We sat in the waiting room without talking, and then he got up and bought me a bottle of iced black tea. He said, think of it as brown sugar water for her mother-in-law to quench her thirst on the way.

The train started. We saw each other crying from far away. In a trance, I seemed to see that distant dusk, many Parthenocissus primary schools, and when we came back from bathing in the river, my mother-in-law gave us a basin of cold red pond water to drink. .....

I never thought it would be our farewell. Wood saved a drowning child from taking a bath on his way home, but he never climbed ashore again. ......

Six years later, I returned to the technical secondary school where Wood studied to teach. On the day of the first class, I stood on the platform and looked at the children like flowers below. I took a deep breath and said, classmates, before the formal class, the teacher will tell you a story-when you were young, there was an old city in the east of this town. Although there are only forty or fifty families, this is a beautiful and lively place. There is a clear green river, a large plum grove and many kind people. ......

I looked out of the window and found a plum tree in a corner of the school. Although there is still no snow, it is no longer lonely when it is in full bloom. Youth is better than the sky.

The town was demolished, plum trees were cut down, and some people who used to be together left. But the story is not over, at least it will be staged in the hearts of the small town people who moved from 1997, at least it will last forever in my heart.