Lulu's article, the immortal spring.

1 The best Chinese characters

The bald head is as good as new, and the side cover is as good as new.

God sneezed.

Because I love life.

Fantasy of Spring Festival Evening

1 The best Chinese characters

In middle school Chinese class, what I do most is to doze off under the cover of Chinese textbooks. There was only one Chinese class, and I listened carefully.

The Chinese teacher is an old man with a unique passion. This guy has studied Russian before, and he always speaks Russian when he praises others and curses others. Perhaps all the students in this key middle school are quite successful, so he often says "отлично"-very good. So his nickname is "Autrey Eat". I don't know whether it was born or influenced by the Russian nation. Autrey always gets angry with his stomach when he eats and talks. If he is Hong Zhong, his tone is sonorous and his mouth is foaming at the mouth. So you need to wear earplugs to sleep in his class, and the people sitting in the front row have to protect their faces with certificates.

In the class that day, Autrey proudly stepped onto the platform and said, "Today we are going to learn To the Oak Tree, a beautiful and moving modern poem." We opened the textbook and looked, hey, boy, it's a love poem! -the whole class was in an uproar.

Although there were several couples in the class at that time, single men, women and children were eager to move, most children aged 16 still had a secret crush and were shy about the word love. It's a bit exaggerated for everyone to get together and learn a passionate love poem. I will always remember my deskmate Zhou Jing holding the Chinese book tightly in one hand and patting me on the shoulder in the other, and said with mirth, "History is advancing!" " The times are progressing! "

Seeing that we were talking about it, Autrey said, "Be serious, be serious, what's the fuss?" Poetry is the purest literature, and love is the purest thing in the world ... "Before he finished, our laughter broke out immediately. The old man himself felt embarrassed, and smiled and said, "All right, be quiet, I'll read this poem. "

Autrey ate it. In his usual heroic tone, he read "To the Oak" like a poem left by a martyr before his death, which made us snicker. He was not satisfied after reading it, and said, "This poem was written by a girl in Seeds of Love. I'd better find a girl to read it." He shot at it and said, "Look, Yuan Pingting." There was another burst of laughter in the class. No matter who we order, everyone will laugh, but when we order her, we will laugh loudly.

Yuan Pingting has two nicknames, one is "four-eyed Kouga", which comes from her wearing braces and myopia; The second is Popeye, from that autumn sports meeting. Few girls in our class are willing to take part in the sports meeting. The sports commission is half angry and half joking, filling in the items at random. He asked the shortest girl in the class to jump, the fattest one to run 1500, and the thinnest one, Yuan Pingting, to throw javelin. All the other girls abstained, only Yuan Pingting went honestly, and all of us boys had to watch jokes around her. Who knows, this girl shocked us with the first shot. Such a slender arm can burst into such great power that the javelin draws a beautiful arc and falls into the grass far away. Finally, she miraculously won the first prize. Asked if she had practiced it afterwards, she replied softly, "No", this is my first time to hold a javelin. "Since then, this fragile girl has been named Popeye.

Popeye sits in our group. As soon as she stood up, Zhou Jing whispered, "The wind is roaring, the horse is barking, and the Yellow River is roaring …" She sang all our songs. Yuan Pingting was calm, and after the laughter decreased, she began to recite:

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

……

God, that thin girl's voice when she reads poetry is so charming. Hey, hey, how can there be such a beautiful voice in this world? Extremely gentle voice, rich feelings, just the right rhythm, these are perfectly combined. Through Yuan Pingting's recitation, every character has become an elf with rich expressions, singing and dancing softly around our ears, taking us out of the troubled world and towards the poetic world-

We share cold waves, storms, thunderbolts,

We enjoy mist, flowing haze and rainbow;

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Love-

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand, the land under your feet.

She finished reading.

The wind stopped on the leaves. The bustling clouds stopped in the blue sky. Surprise and joy stay on our faces. Time stopped at the end of the oak tree.

After ten seconds of silence, the applause thundered.

The second half of the class has been carried out in a poetic atmosphere. The classroom quieted down, and everyone seemed to have their own worries, immersed in memories of the past or longing for the future. Even Autrey's eating was infected by Yuan Pingting, and the lecture voice was reduced by several decibels.

After class, Zhou Jing looked at Yuan Pingting's back and said, "I want to be neighbors with Yuan Pingting."

The white head is as good as new, and the cover is as always.

On the street outside the south gate of middle school, there are three or five restaurants, a grain and oil store, a rented bookstore and a small supermarket. Another store is very special, selling cigarettes. It is special mainly because the owner is a beautiful woman with a unique style.

That woman is really beautiful. Temperament such as Carina Lau, there is a hint of cool stubbornness in the burning breath. She has a first-class figure and is beautifully dressed. But her clothes are always red: dazzling red, beautiful burgundy, ambiguous rose red, gorgeous purple red, lovely pink, warm pink, and so on. Wearing red on her is not tacky at all, nor dusty, but vaguely with a little evil. Very charming evil. This bright red woman, like a gorgeous poppy, blooms day after day on the three-foot cigarette counter.

Women are mysterious, keep their distance from others and have no frequent friends. There is only one young man driving a Kawasaki 400 who delivers goods to her shop at the end of each month. They are very close. We once envied the boy and plotted to puncture his tire. Later, I saw him calling her sister. They were really like brother and sister, and his motorcycle was saved.

When I was in college, I watched the movie "Live Color and Aroma" by Spanish director Amodova. As soon as the tall heroine appeared in a tight red dress, I immediately thought of her: the little woman selling matches. Yes, we don't call her a cigarette seller, we call her a little woman who sells matches.

There is a glass cabinet in the cigarette shop, displaying hundreds of boxes of various matches. Matchboxes are very beautiful and special. Many of them are secondhand goods from the 1930s and 40s. Their rough and simple appearance exudes the flavor of the past. Others are imported, printed with all kinds of letters and strange patterns. When people ask her if she wants to sell it, she always smiles and says, no, if someone insists on buying it, she will offer outrageous prices to discourage that person.

Matches in that glass cabinet, just like this beautiful woman, you can enjoy them at will, but you don't want to possess them. Matches and women are prosperous moments, and the most beautiful moment they burn must be left to the person who deserves it. I always feel that that woman is sitting in the shop every day, not waiting for a customer who buys cigarettes, but waiting for someone who will buy all her matches.

There is also a young man selling headphones and CDs in this street. He is a guerrilla, squatting under a telephone pole with a paper box to sell. He spends most of his time alone, sometimes with one or two people. They are in the same band. This man is called "Ouyang" by his band members.

I am an old customer of Ouyang. After getting to know each other, we often squat with him for a while and talk about European and American rock music and underground movies, which is very speculative. Ouyang said: "We call it' the white head is as good as new, and the cover is as good as ever'." I didn't understand, so I asked, "What do you mean?" Zhou Jingxiao said, "Your boy is so rude! This is recorded in the history books. In fact, it is the same smell, and I hate it late. "

We shouted Ouyang Ouyang for a long time, and it was not until a very late day that we realized that Ouyang was a surname, and its full name was "Ouyang Dazhi". When I heard the name Zhou, both I and I were angry. It only takes a few lifetimes to catch up with a pleasant compound surname and forcibly abolish the word "ambition". It's called dog tail and mink. Ouyang is really ambitious. He always talks about going to Beijing and becoming the best rock singer and drummer in China. I have seen Ouyang's band perform in a bar and sing their original works. To tell the truth, the lyrics, melody and arrangement are not very good, but they are definitely the most emotional music, and there is something rude and childish that can impress me.

Ouyang is very untidy. The clothes you wear are old and dirty; Because he is thin, all his clothes are empty. And his broken sneakers worn on his feet all the year round are just as good as those worn by Stephen Chow in shaolin soccer. Hair hanging over your head gives you a feeling that you haven't washed it and combed it well. Ouyang squatted down beside the telephone pole, and then ate a box lunch with a shout, making him a migrant worker. However, I always feel that he did it on purpose. He likes to make a mess of himself and then hide in the street.

Ouyang Lao squatted on the telephone pole in front of the cigarette shop. When he turned his face, he could see the little match woman's red dress. We make fun of Ouyang's ulterior motives and fantasize about beautiful women while doing business. Ouyang neither refuted nor admitted this, and continued to squat down under the telephone pole to sell his things.

The sun shines on Ouyang's CD shell, then reaches into the cigarette shop and directly hits the glass cabinet, reflecting two separate lights that never meet. Such as the days of water, so day by day passed.

God sneezed.

I will never forget the physics class in the second semester of Senior Two. It was a sunny April day. In the third class in the morning, the narrow monkey was telling us about electromagnetic induction.

Xi people smoke "Golden Monkey" brand cigarettes made in Baoji. Those without filters are called "flat monkeys" and those with filters are called "narrow monkeys". Our physics teacher is very much like the monkey with a narrow face on the narrow version of the monkey cigarette case. We all say that he can be the image spokesman of cigarettes. The miniature monkey claims to be twenty-eight, looks like forty-eight, and is good at bragging. What came out of his mouth was a magical legendary novel.

On this day, the miniature monkey is jumping up and down, passionately talking about a circuit diagram. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the whole classroom shook violently twice. Ceiling fans and chandeliers are in danger, and it seems that they will hit people's heads soon. Before we could react, a boy named Jiangbei in the class suddenly stood up and shouted: "Earthquake! ! "Then I kicked my deskmate (an ugly girl student) and ran outside the classroom. He shouted, kicked and ran, and everyone rushed out after him.

I sat behind the innermost group, my legs and feet were clumsy and I ran behind. The narrow monkey didn't run, but looked out from the window. After I ran out of the classroom, I heard the narrow version of the monkey shouting loudly in the corridor: "Don't panic, according to the experience of people in my industry, the earthquake was not large ..." Looking back at the narrow version of the monkey screaming, I laughed and scolded: At this moment, this teacher still has the heart to brag.

At this time, Autrey happened to be eating. He swore categorically in Shaanxi dialect: "Fuck, the narrow version is still fierce!" Then he grabbed the narrow monkey's hand and ran away.

Oh, my God! I laughed my head off! -The first time I heard Autrey swear in Shaanxi dialect! It turns out that not only our students but also the teachers call him narrow monkey! Hahaha!

Walking down the stairs, I saw a man going upstream in the chaotic crowd and rolling down like a flood. It's a fat man named Mary in our class. He grabbed the railing and pushed it up with difficulty. When I passed him, I grabbed him and asked, "Mary, why are you running back?" He said anxiously, "My new set of Rogue Mark is still in the drawer …"-I am eager for comics! The child is crazy! I blurted out in Shaanxi dialect: "Fuck, the fat man is still fierce!" "Pull him to run down.

When everyone in the first school rushed to the playground, they found that the earth had stopped moving. They just shook it twice, and there was no sign of falling down. Only people themselves are making noise and jumping, making a sound that covers everything. As the miniature monkey said, the earthquake was not big.

After half an hour of commotion, the dean's voice came out on the school radio: students, it's all right. Please rest assured that the school building is very strong and safe. Please go back to the classroom and continue the class.

Back in the classroom, the miniature monkey was very proud, and his foresight was confirmed. He started with the sentence "I used to work in the Seismological Bureau for two years" and played a whole half class centered on "I'm not afraid of danger and I don't make trouble".

In this earthquake, there were basically no casualties in Xi 'an. However, someone we know was injured.

During the rest time before self-study that night, I went out to the south gate to buy food, and found that Ouyang did not appear under the telephone pole as usual. The next day, a member of his band came to sell CDs. The man told us that Ouyang was going to the toilet when the earthquake happened yesterday. That's a dirty and shabby public toilet next to his rental house. It collapses with a slight shake. Ouyang was unfortunately injured by a brick, but fortunately he was badly hurt.

After hearing the news, Zhou Jing and I laughed together. That's fucking funny.

1998 Xi' an earthquake is really small, so it is not qualified for news broadcast. Unlike 1976 Tangshan earthquake, unlike this year's Indonesia earthquake, it was the rage that poured out from the chest of nature and destroyed everything. This small earthquake, more like God sneezing, caused a slight fluctuation in the corner of the earth, which triggered a human comedy.

Whenever I recall this earthquake, it is like recalling a lively carnival, and those many details make me laugh. What impressed me most was the aftershock of the earthquake.

Because I love life.

About four or five days after the earthquake, Ouyang appeared under the telephone pole. However, instead of holding a big box with a CD, he moved his drum set.

That night, Ouyang wore a brand-new white shirt and an old pair of jeans, which looked very clean and handsome. It is true that a man depends on his clothes and a horse on his saddle. Yesterday, they were passers-by. After cleaning up, they became an outstanding charming handsome boy. He sat on a plastic bench borrowed from a small restaurant, his sleeves rolled up high, and the drumstick in his hand was like two magic sticks, changing into a charming voice. He sang loudly without scruple, and his expression relaxed naturally. The afterglow of the sunset decorated a golden circle along his outline, and he shone in front of the drum set.

We were deeply intoxicated by Ouyang's performance, and forgot to study at night and forget the world. Later, I went to Beijing to study in university, and watched many live performances by famous and unknown rock singers, but Ouyang's singing tonight never brought me great shock and deep touch. Watching Ouyang forget me, I finally understood what rock is and what rock is. Rock and roll is an analgesic, a placebo and a gospel. It is the release of inner wildness, the sweeping away of mediocrity and cowardice, the persistence of passionate dreams, the angry curse of reality and the enthusiastic praise of life.

Rock music attracts the young man.

As night fell, Ouyang was tired and had a rest. We kept praising him and making fun of him, but he didn't answer very well and looked at the sky thoughtfully.

He suddenly stood up and walked to the cigarette shop with a chicken leg in his hand. Our eyes curiously followed Ouyang-what does he want?

"I want to buy a cigarette and a match."

The woman looked at the young man in front of her in surprise and said with a smile, "Matches are not for sale."

I really want to buy your matches. Ouyang looks serious.

"Very expensive." The woman is still smiling.

"I'll exchange one chicken leg for one of your matches and the other for one of your cigarettes." Ouyang said, putting the chicken leg on the counter.

He looked at her seriously, and she looked at him seriously. Two people's eyes sparked a flash of lightning. There is a strange light slowly spreading in the air between them.

She lowered her eyelids and opened her eyelashes. She thought for a few seconds, gave a pale and beautiful smile and said, "OK."

She took out a box of matches and a box of cigarettes from an unopened glass cabinet. She took out a cigarette and put it on his lips, then struck a match and lit it.

The orange flame of the match connects the man in white and the woman in red into a complete sculpture.

Ouyang took a deep breath of his cigarette, took it off his lips and stared at her eyes quietly. She has been smiling and admiring him.

Suddenly, he gently put his hand with a cigarette on her shoulder and held her face with the other hand. He closed his eyes and put his lips on hers. He gave her a kiss, a kiss of infinite affection and tenderness.

During the whole process, we onlookers held our breath like watching a wonderful movie, for fear of making a sound to disturb the hero and heroine. While we were still indulging in the sudden climax of the play, our hero had walked off the screen.

He took the cigarette she gave him, put it on the drum set, got into a taxi smartly and left.

From then on, Ouyang never appeared in this street again.

On the weekend after Ouyang left, our class held a theme class meeting called "Cherish time and love life". The class teacher "A Yao" asked each of us to talk about the experience after the earthquake. A Yao wants us to sublimate some great philosophy of life from this incident, but we feel nothing but funny. Almost everyone just goes through the motions and talks casually. Zhou Jing is the only exception. He made a very special speech, especially the clever ending.

Zhou Jing stepped onto the platform, changed her old smirk and solemnly talked about her understanding and sentiment about life. Witty words are not meant to show off, but love words are touching and not sensational. I stared at Kan Kan as if I didn't know him, and then talked about Zhou Jing: This boy turned out to be so profound.

Finally, he said, "I want to end with a poem. I didn't find a poem about the earthquake. Since the earthquake happened in spring, read a poem entitled "Spring". "

You came face to face.

Snow melting

You came face to face.

The earth trembled slightly.

The earth trembled slightly.

I suffered a lot.

Throughout the festival

Why are you more melancholy?

Wildflowers are wine glasses at wedding banquets.

Wildflowers are the brides at a one-night wedding reception.

Wildflowers are my tolerance for the bride.

Colored roof

The snow took you away.

Everything quietly passed away with the wind.

Spring.

Spring is my quality.

After reading it, Zhou Jing said, "What I said today is from the heart. Because I love life, I must be honest with my heart. " After a short pause, he went on to say, "I want to tell you, Yuan Pingting, that Haizi's" Spring "was specially written for you. Ok, I'm done, thank you. "

God, is Zhou Jing confessing to Yuan Pingting? Did he forget that the devil was with him? Doesn't he know that dozens of pairs of eyes are watching him? Isn't he afraid of his ugly death?

This spring.

Fantasy of Spring Festival Evening

After graduating from college, I stayed in Shenzhen and Shanghai for a long time, then returned to Xi 'an and quietly worked in an electronics company in the High-tech Zone. In the computer department of the college entrance examination era, I fantasized that I could be a hacker or a cracker, but in the end I just became a very skilled Visual C programmer. But I won't hate and regret it too much. I told you, I'm calm.

The more you grow up, the more you find that people's lives are really short and there are very few things to do. The later the life, the more miserable and barren it is. But those past years that have become memories have become priceless and evidence that I really lived. Life is so beautiful, how to live it is a waste; It is precisely because life is so beautiful that all the pearls that have been salvaged shine. With this in mind, I decided to live happily today and accumulate pearl-like memories for tomorrow.

On a beautiful weekend night, I will go to a small restaurant on the street outside the south gate of high school for dinner. While eating delicious mutton buns, I watched the children come and go in school uniforms that never fit, fighting. Forget who said it: youth is an unconfirmed conceit. On the proud faces of these children, I saw my once proud self and the pride that gradually lost with age, which inevitably made me feel sad. On second thought, an individual's life is a parabola with a beginning and an end, but the whole human race is a closed and complete circle, which is endless. It is in this sense that human beings are never old and always young. Then, I was suddenly enlightened.

After graduating from Westernization, Yuan Pingting went to our high school as an English teacher, and became colleagues with Autrey Chiyao, Narrow Monkey and Ayao. Taking off her braces and glasses, she is now a beautiful teacher, attracting the fascination of little boys, reading English texts and scolding students with her charming voice. Her students must not know that their teacher once threw javelins on the playground where they were playing and read to Oak in the classroom where they were sitting. What's more, their beautiful teacher won a poem entitled "Spring" in public when she was a girl with an ugly duckling.

Now Zhou Jing is studying botany in a cattle school in the United States and has a lovely girlfriend in Taiwan Province. He is not with Yuan Pingting. In fact, he never said anything to her except for the class meeting. Yes, he said he wanted to be a neighbor with Yuan Pingting instead of living under the same roof with her. I still remember one evening in the spring of senior three, Zhou Jing looked out of the window and said something poetically to me: flowers are blooming on campus. They are so beautiful, but I can't name them. I really hope that I can weave a flora in the future, quietly integrate myself into it and be the neighbor of those flowers. -suddenly feel this is a very romantic guy.

Among the high school students, there is Mary who has gone abroad. Senior three transferred to liberal arts, with excellent results in the college entrance examination, and was admitted to the Chinese Department of Nanjing University. Later, I went to Japan. It is said that I studied ancient Chinese characters, but I always suspected that he was going for Japanese comics. A guy who dares to risk his life for comics can do such a thing. I haven't seen Mary since I graduated from high school. His image in my mind will always stay on the little fat man who grabbed the railing and squeezed up.

Now the owner of the cigarette shop is Kawasaki 400. Half a month after Ouyang disappeared, the little woman selling matches disappeared, and the matches in the glass cabinet were gone. No one knows where Ouyang went, and no one can be sure that the beauty went with Ouyang. The last news about Ouyang came from a piece of news. When I was a junior, I saw the report of Midi Music Festival in the newspaper. I'm sure the drummer in one of the photos is Ouyang. I can still vaguely see a red figure in that photo. As for whether the red figure is a woman in red who lit a cigarette for Ouyang, I'm not sure. I hope it's her. Well, it must be her.

High school classmates and friends go their separate ways, and high school students are as far away as fairy tales. But I never really felt psychologically far away from high school. During my three years in high school, I breathed the freshest and most youthful air. These three years of life are the secret garden in my memory. In this beautiful and magical garden, lush vegetation and flowers never fade. It's always spring, always sunny.