Banquan high school age

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Recently, my classmate Pei told me on QQ that the weir in your village disappeared. Yesterday, I went home to sweep the grave and planned to take a bus. I retraced the road we took before, got off at the original toll station and found the intersection to your village. As a result, I can't walk 300 meters, which is useless.

He was very sad. He made such an expression on QQ and went on to say, "Great changes have taken place. On my way back from home, I passed the Wangjiacha River from the river, but I can't. I have to go north and east from the middle of your village. " Forty years of vicissitudes.

I said, yes, I don't think we are getting younger. He said he was over half a year old.

Pei Xi is my high school classmate. This village is in the southwest of my home. Going to the middle school in the town, the weir on the west side of my village is the only way for me and him. After more than forty years, he returned to his hometown again, and the weir he had walked on had disappeared.

It's not just weirs that disappear. After graduating from high school, the students went their separate ways, and many people have never seen each other, let alone contacted each other.

Last spring, on a weekend morning, I rode on the bicycle lane by the sea in Wanpingkou. The voice of mobile phone WeChat rang. I quickly stopped and took out my cell phone. A netizen named September invited me to join a WeChat group. The name of this group is "Banquan Middle School Age". My heart was shaking, so excited that I was a classmate group and accepted the invitation without hesitation.

Jiuyue answered quickly, really quickly. I said, of course.

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At the beginning of July, 1983, Jiubo and other students and I looked up from the junior high school textbooks of Jialian Middle School, walked out of the quiet classroom on the campus of Lianzhong Middle School and the winding alley of Jialian Middle School, and took the senior high school entrance examination in Banquan Middle School for two rainy days in a row. After more than a month, I received the admission notice, and I was naturally excited. This is the highest institution of Banquan Commune. After three years here, my life has become better.

I remember the day when I walked into the campus, and my eyes were full of tears. These tears not only contain the hardships and bitterness of my father and brother in learning from me, but also include my desire for knowledge and yearning for future life. So I whispered in my heart, Banquan Middle School, here I am.

At that time, school conditions were not as good as they are now. There are no buildings, all bungalows, the walls are carved in the shape of mushrooms with blue stones, and the roof is covered with cement tiles. In the sunshine, this high school stands neatly in the middle of the three areas of the campus. There are three rows in the east, four rows in the middle, which are teachers' offices and laboratories, and three rows in the west, which are high schools.

There is a wide sand road between the East and Central Districts, with two rows of lush poplars on both sides, and there is also a wide sand road between the Central and Western Districts, with tall Metasequoias growing on both sides of the road, giving people the feeling of vicissitudes of life. In summer and autumn, the magnificent canopy covers two sand roads, which encourages students to cultivate enterprising confidence and try to knock on the door of knowledge.

There are three or four rows of bungalows with red brick walls in the southeast corner of the school, which is the family area of the faculty. The southernmost part is the boiling water room, kitchen and school-run factory, the westernmost part is the playground, the playground has a basketball court and an oval runway, and the northernmost part is a row of bungalows, with teachers' families' homes and student dormitories. Near the west side of the gate is the school mailroom and security section. /kloc-the classroom of grade 0/3 is in the front row of the classroom in the west area. My class 2 is in the middle classroom, 1 class is in the easternmost side, and the dormitory is in the bungalow next to the mailroom in the northernmost row.

At first, the dormitory was paved, that is, wheat straw was used as the bottom of the floor and cattail grass was laid on it. Later, the school improved the conditions and made bunk beds with iron beds. Conditional students bring reed mats from home and put them on them, which is much more comfortable, but one room can sleep 28 or 9 people. The order in the county is strictly monitored and sometimes gets out of control, plus mosquitoes, fleas and quilts in summer.

Zhao Laijun, a physics teacher who is the head teacher, once joked that here, there are planes above and tanks below, and the room is full of smells, hot and cold. You just have to have the spirit to overcome the difficulties brought by such an environment. Even if you lose two pounds of dried donkey meat, you will have to take a teacher's exam at the worst in the future. Even if you jump out of the agricultural gate, you will live up to your parents' expectations.

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What I remember most is three meals a day. In the morning, noon or afternoon, when the bell rings after the last class, the classroom is full of anxiety. Soon, people began to talk about it. Monitor Yi Jun shouted at the two students on duty, and quickly picked up two tinplate plates with a wooden stick to fill the boiling water room. Because he was late, all the other classes left early to fill the boiling water, so he had to wait in line to delay eating and the next class. Because of this, he didn't know how many times he was angry with his classmates on duty, because they were slow.

When the students on duty carried two boiled water from iron pot into the dormitory, the students scrambled to scoop water into their teapots with water scoops from iron pot. When they came to their bunk with tea pots full of boiling water, they opened pancakes wrapped in cage cloth or bags brought from home and ate pickles in glass cans with relish. Some of them were talking loudly, some were telling jokes, some were telling an interesting math problem, and they ate up a meal unconsciously.

There are some pancakes and pickles. Every Friday and a half, eat two pancakes every meal, that is, six pancakes a day and fourteen pancakes a week. Pickles are packed in cans and bottles, and the calculation of how much to eat in a meal is not accurate, but the total amount is controlled. If you eat too much, you can't eat it on Saturday. You can only chew it dry with boiling water. At that time, rural students lived on campus, which was the case. Every Saturday afternoon, when I walk home, my family is ready. The next morning, I will grind and bake the pancakes, then count them on the lid, wrap them in plastic cloth to prevent them from drying, wrap them in cage cloth, and bottle them in nylon net bags with canned glass filled with pickles.

The pickles in this canned bottle are also very delicate. In general, the pickled acne is cut into thin strips, fried only in a peanut frying pan, and then bottled. If it is solid, put some soybeans, peanuts and diced meat in the fried pickles, and the taste will be very different. It's Sunday afternoon after pancakes and pickles are bottled in nylon net bags. I picked them with a wooden stick, put a schoolbag at one end and a nylon net bag at the other, and walked to school. So at four or five o'clock every Sunday afternoon, at the school gate facing north by east, you can see an endless stream of students carrying pancakes and schoolbags back to the dormitory.

There are steamed stuffed buns, stir-fried dishes and stews in every meal in the school kitchen, which are for teachers or students with some money. People like me dare not even think about it. Ge Xiufa, a classmate in the class, means a family of three. His father does a little business and his family is relatively well off. Usually, he has a little money to buy cooking in the kitchen. When not on duty, I ran into the dormitory after class, picked up another white porcelain jar and ran to the front kitchen. He played with his cooking and ran back to his bunk in the dormitory.

He and I are "bunk brothers", he sleeps in the lower bunk, and I usually eat with him in the lower bunk. He put the white porcelain jar for cooking between me and him and motioned for me to eat some. I was embarrassed to eat at first. After a long time, I saw that he was eating well. At his sign, I greedily held out my chopsticks. He smiled and said, eat, I can't eat that much. Saying that I can't eat, that's not what he meant, but his sincere brotherly care for me. He bought different dishes, including scrambled eggs with leeks, stewed cabbage, spinach and egg soup, and different dishes. I said, how much is each dish?

Ge Xiufa said that there are five hairs, two hairs and one hair. Later, I read Lu Yao's novel Ordinary World. When the protagonist Sun Shaoping was in high school, the kitchen cooking was divided into three categories: A, B and C. The first course was mainly potatoes, cabbage and vermicelli, and some of them were greedy meat slices, each of which cost 30 cents. The other contents of dish B are the same as those of dish A, except that there is no meat, and each serving costs 15 cents. C dish is far from enough, boiled white radish-it seems just to cover up the excessive lightness, and some pepper flower oil symbolically floats inside. But the price of this dish is also cheap, 50 cents per serving.

This reminds me that Ge Xiufa bought a dish of eggs and pork, which is more delicious than this dish. The situation in Sun Shaoping seems to be worse than mine. After all, he seldom eats C food. Sun Shaoping went to high school in the fifties and sixties, but Ge Xiu and I didn't go to high school until the end of the eighties. After all, times are different, and society and families are making progress. This made me dream many times about eating the cooking in his white porcelain jar with Ge Xiufa. Every time I woke up, I was very excited, and I always appreciated Ge Xiufa's brotherly care at that time.

After graduating from school, I worked in villages and towns. It was a summer, and he came to see me at my office. He said that he graduated from Teachers College and taught in Fangguan Middle School. Although it was a few years late, I was lucky enough to visit him. I said, you study so hard, persevere, stick to your goals and be good to your classmates. Such luck is necessary.

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The teacher's care is unparalleled. Seven years after I came to work in Rizhao, a coastal city, Kang Chuan, a classmate who works in Lanshan Port, told me by phone, do you still remember that English teacher Chloe Wang? After Kangchuan said this, I immediately saw the image of the beautiful young female teacher who spoke Mandarin. She was transferred before we graduated from high school. I said, remember, remember. He said, I know where she is now.

Kangchuan has some suspense, so I tell you, you'd better say it directly. Kangchuan: Listen, I'm a little worried. I smiled and said, I just want you to worry. Wang Lei has been teaching English in our class since high school. At that time, she had just graduated from Linyi Normal College. She is in her twenties, tall, wearing a pair of glasses with high myopia, with ear-length short hair, and often wearing a black suit, which sets her face white. As soon as she entered the classroom, she announced the beginning of class in fluent English.

Her English pronunciation is very accurate and her words are clear. The words on the blackboard show her character. Perhaps because she just graduated, she has not mastered the teaching methods taught by teachers in normal universities flexibly. Usually, after a class, the blackboard should be wiped three or four times. Every time she brushes her right arm, she will pout her lips with her cheeks, as if resisting the flying chalk foam, and her face will be slightly rosy, which seems a little hard. Then I continued her writing on the blackboard. English calligraphy is very standard, and I formed my present English in the twists and turns of her blackboard writing.

She has been writing on the blackboard and asking her classmates to take notes, that is, copying her blackboard. So some students are tired of plagiarism and say that she is rigid and inflexible. She heard it, too, and made a lot of progress in the future. However, I still like her writing on the blackboard, and I am willing to keep taking notes with her writing on the blackboard, so that my hands, eyes, ears and brain can still strengthen my memory. When I was a senior one, I began to learn English from the fifth volume of junior high school. Because most of my classmates in Class Two have a weak foundation in junior high school English, the school suddenly arranged to finish Books 5 and 6 in one semester.

Maybe it's for my better English study. At that time, I was one of the students who was often asked by Mr. Chloe Wang in class or stood up to recite or do exercises on the blackboard. At the beginning of class, I often heard her call my name. Every time I hear her calling me, my heart tightens. Sometimes I can't answer her questions, sometimes I can't finish reciting the texts she arranged, and sometimes I can't write the words she arranged on the blackboard. I looked embarrassed in public, but she didn't.

Her expression and attitude make me fidgety. I feel sorry for her performance, and I secretly make up my mind to behave well next time and not let her down. It is under such repeated efforts that she made up her mind to complete the teaching of the first book of English in senior high school, and my English study has also achieved satisfactory results. In the second half of Senior Two, she was transferred, and the English class was changed to another female teacher. Our class didn't face graduation until the seventh lesson of the second volume of senior high school English was finished.

In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, I participated in the pre-selection of college entrance examination in Linyi area, and I didn't hear from her until I graduated from college and joined the work. So, my classmate Kang Chuan told me that now that I have heard from her, I am naturally extremely happy, and I am anxious to let him know the recent situation of Teacher Chloe Wang. Legend has it that I haven't seen her either. I just heard that she works in Ganyu County. I don't know whether she is a teacher or not. I said, do you have her contact information? Kang legend. number

I'm disappointed. Fortunately, Ganyu County is not far from Rizhao, and the driving distance is less than 100 km. At that time, I heard that her hometown was Jiangsu, and she grew up with relatives in Junan. After being admitted to Linyi Normal University, she naturally went back to her hometown to take care of her parents. Although Ganyu County is small, there is no specific address, and it is not easy to find someone. I think even now, her students are about fifty years old. She may have gray hair and wrinkles on her face.

Then, I remembered a sentence often said at the class reunion, "It's better to miss each other than to meet each other". Nostalgia is a look back on youth, a yearning for youth companions, and an infinite yearning. Meeting each other is a textual research on reality. Youth is gone, so are ideals, but on the road of realizing ideals in youth, we have achieved fruitful results, brilliant personal career, full house of children and grandchildren, and family happiness. Meeting each other is a kind of communication, a kind of enjoyment and a kind of indifference. Between people, all kinds of encounters and predestinations always happen inadvertently. Maybe a casual move will make the other person deeply remember. Maybe an unintentional smile will add a little warmth and beauty.

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Before the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, my classmate Pei Shuo and I went back to Banquan Middle School. He said, what should I do? The original appearance is long gone. Now it has become the No.1 Middle School in Banquan Town, which is a merger of Banquan Middle School and Banquan Lianzhong. I said, oh, the record of my study experience in Banquan Middle School in my file is not accurate, so I'm going to ask Yizhen Middle School to issue a certificate now. He said, come on, then. I know the headmaster there, and I know Ji Xianguang, the secretary of the town party Committee, and I am also our alumnus.

With Pei's promise, I can safely return to Banquan to open an L/C. I drove to the county seat first, stopped at the entrance of County No.1 Middle School, took Pei and drove to Banquan Town. Pei Xi said that it's almost noon. Let's eat first, and then go to Town No.1 Middle School in the afternoon. As he spoke, he called to order food. As soon as I heard that, he went to a restaurant in his hometown Longwo Village for dinner. I said, is it too far? I used to think it was a very distant concept to walk more than 50 miles from the county seat to Longwo Village. Pei Xi said with a smile, this is behind. Now that the road is good and there are more cars, don't worry, you can definitely get there without 12.

When he came to the office area of the Party Committee of Banquan Town, Ji Xianguang was already waiting at the door. He was very happy when they met. He shook hands and got on the bus. He walked along Lanji Road to Longwo Village, and opened the weir leading to the river and Longwo Village at the western end of Xigaoyu Village. The weir is already a hardened road and the car is driving smoothly. Looking west in a blink of an eye, it is the endless Shuhe River. At this time, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the river is not too big.

I'm a little disappointed. Pei Xi is fiddling with her mobile phone upside down, like sending a message, smiling without a word. Now the country road is really built without any worries, and the car turns around on it. While enjoying the picturesque autumn scenery in this area, I really came to the restaurant at the east end of Longwo Village before 12. When I got off the bus, I saw four or five people waiting there. Pei Xi smiled and said, "This is a surprise for you. When my old classmates heard that you were coming, they all wanted to meet for a drink. Only these people were invited this time, and others will be invited next time. "

As soon as I patted Pei Xi on the shoulder, I realized what he had just done with his mobile phone. I said in front of my old classmates, Pei Xi, you are really good. This is really a surprise. Look at the classmates, including Wang, who has met several times before, and Xue, Li Xuecong and Liu Sihong, who have never met once after graduation. They got a call from Pei Xi early in the morning and set aside a day to see me. Naturally, I admire my classmate Pei's thoughtful and ingenious arrival. I am very excited to shake hands with my classmates. A classmate I've never met gave me a big hug. The exertion of their arms made me feel the kindness of my classmates.

Yandong has always been a joker. After he sat down at the table, he sat next to me and said with a smile, Big Wen Hao, I read "Banquan Nerve" you wrote online. I seem to have returned to the time when we were in Banquan Middle School, but the part where you wrote about the spring water outside the school gate made people peep at the ruddy heels of female students standing in the spring water. His words caused a table full of laughter, and I smiled shyly and said, it's just the situation at that time, the situation at that time, you will be comfortable to see it.

When a table full of delicious hometown dishes is served, students naturally want to have a few drinks and communicate the status quo. Deji said that at our age, it's time to think of our children. Xuecong said that I got married early and had grandchildren. Deji said that if we have a generation, we should be closer than our children. At the age when we have children, we are all struggling at work, busy in life and have no time to take care of children. Now that we have time, we should pin our love for our children on them.

Sihong said, to be honest, life is still good. If conditions permit, we will never be in an uncertain state as we were then. Yan Jie said that if I hadn't gone to Banquan Middle School to attend high school, my life might not be as beautiful as it is today. Students exchange, liquor is also a cup to drink, and there are many words. At this moment, Deji said, there is only Luo Zheng in our class now. At the sudden mention of Luo Zheng, all the students at the table were silent.

Luo Zheng is the monitor of the science class after graduation. His family belongs to the tenant countryside. He is very gentle. In the year of graduation, I was admitted to Dalian Maritime College, and then I was assigned to Dalian Shipping Company. All over the world, he has been promoted to the position of the first mate of the crew, and his career is booming. Only on a ship to Rotterdam, the Netherlands, did he work on the deck at night. Suddenly, the wire rope popped up and hit him on the head. When he went to his hometown to attend the funeral, his classmates went a lot and felt sorry for him.

To tell the truth, no matter what the world gives us, whether it is bitter or happy, whether it is life or death, we cannot choose. I hope we can keep a quiet heart, expect less, be more tolerant, be ourselves, stay or stay, and be kind to our aging self with a smile. Time is gone forever, time is gone forever. How far we can go on the road of getting old depends on our physique and mentality.

Pei Xi said that today is noon, so students are not allowed to drink more. Let's have a good drink and go to see the new Shuhe Dam in Longwo. After lunch, in the autumn sunshine, the sky is clear and bright, and the newly-built Shuhe Dam is clearly displayed in front of us. You can still hear the sound of rushing water in the dam hole above the car. When you open the window glass, you can also smell the fishy smell floating on the river. It is a very pure hometown flavor. This smell, whether it belongs to Longchao or Chahe, has long been confused, and a homesickness is entangled in my memory. This is an initial feeling, such as hometown, such as classmates, because it is the simplest, unadorned, a primitive feeling, which is cherished and entrusted.

Don't surpass other students. Pei and Xian Guang and I came to Town No.1 Middle School together. Great changes have indeed taken place here. The gate faces south, facing an east-west asphalt avenue, leading to Ju 'a Highway in the west and winding to the county seat in the east. When you enter the gate, you can see the spacious playground, basketball court and football field. Further north, you can see three teaching buildings that have just stood up. In front of the middle building, we got off, and Dean Bian had been waiting for a long time in the lobby on the first floor. This is Pei's careful arrangement, which explains the purpose. President Bian quickly arranged personnel and stamped the official seal on the certificate letter issued.

Then he showed us around the campus. When he came to the playground, he said that Town No.1 Middle School was formed by the merger of Banquan Middle School and Banquan Lianzhong Middle School, which occupied the space of the original two schools, so the area was relatively large and the campus was relatively spacious. Pointing to an open space on the west side, he said that the town is planning to build three more teaching buildings there, which will also be merged into Liu Zhuang Town No.2 Middle School, so that the teaching staff will also grow. This is called strong alliance, which can produce better teaching effect.

Turning to the teaching building on the east side, President Bian pointed to two rows of red brick bungalows with great interest, saying that this was one of the old traces left by the renovation of Banquan Middle School. It turned out to be three rows of bungalows, and one row was demolished. It is still the housing for the families of faculty and staff. Turning to the northeast corner, President Bian pointed to a bluestone courtyard wall several tens of meters long hidden in the middle and said that this was the era of Banquan Middle School, and it was because of its solidity that it stayed. Walking around the campus, he said that these are the only old images that Banquan Middle School can see now.

I looked at these two old traces and felt as if I had flown back to high school. At that time, images of people and events came one after another, as if it were yesterday. Pei Xi and the expression of the sacrificial lamp seem to be feeling with emotion. Time flies, but I haven't noticed that time flies in Banquan Middle School. Over the past 30 years, earth-shaking changes have taken place here, leaving only two old traces that are fresh in people's minds. The quicksand of time cruelly impacts the changes of the environment and mercilessly dilutes the green of the tree of students' life. Youth has drifted away, which is really inhuman.

Pei Xi said that once you live here, your heart will last forever. I said, yes, in the hearts of students who travel abroad, Banquan Middle School will always be young.

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After returning to Rizhao, whether at home or at work, the old and new images of Banquan Middle School always flash alternately in front of my eyes. With the progress of the times and the rapid development of urban construction, the old Banquan Middle School should give way to the new Banquan Middle School, so that students in their hometown can learn and grow in a better environment. Immersing yourself in old images is a kind of homesickness, a kind of nostalgia, and even more a disappointment to people and things in your hometown.

I think my classmates are still teenagers when they study at night, and they are in high spirits. For more than 30 years, with a flick of a finger, we are far away from Qian Shan, working hard in our respective posts and only interacting with colleagues and friends. It's like swimming hard in the vast sea, and there is no shore in sight. In September, a group of students were established in Banquan Middle School, like a lighthouse. At night, they used strong light beams to guide the course on the shore and brought the students back to Banquan Middle School.

On the bicycle lane in Wanpingkou Scenic Area, I asked, September, who are you? There is some suspense in September, guess what? I said, I'm not sure who you are, but you must have lived in a middle school in Banquan. She gave me a smiling expression, and I replied to what Pei Xi said: Once you live here, your heart will exist forever. In September, I said with some emotion, I'm from 1 grade 31class. Are you from Class 2? I said, how do you know? September said, I have read your "Nerve of Banquan", and I deeply miss Banquan Middle School in my memory every time I finish reading it. I sent a word "oh", I see. Later, I learned that September was Fan Fen, a science girl who was so angry and laughed at everyone. After graduating from Binzhou Medical College, she went south with her husband and came to Shenzhen. Now her career is booming.

I walked into the group and saw that more than 80 students had gathered here. The atmosphere is very lively, and I feel as if I am attending a grand classmate party. "Welcome old classmates back to the team!" September speaks first. Then a classmate said, "Old classmate, where have you been for so many years?" "I am HongQuan. Do you remember me? " "I am back in the arms of my old classmates, thanks to WeChat!" Faced with this warm and sweet sentence, I was a little excited and replied, "I am very excited to see my old classmates and familiar names again after many years." I miss you so much! "

In my mind, the word "old classmate" is more mature and friendly than the word "I love you", more inclusive and understandable than the word "old comrade", and the word "Hello everyone" is even out of reach and dwarfed. At this moment, it can make me feel happy.

Yes, happiness is not divided into rich and poor, it is a feeling. After eating, the tramp happily sat on the slate and basked in the sun; The rich man drove a luxury car into the mountains and built a new school for the children. He is also very happy. Put up with hardships, save money for children, children are famous on the list, and parents are happy; When my son traveled far away, he saw his parents standing in the same place and waving hard. At that moment, the child was happy; After the quarrel, the husband did not forget to put her favorite food in her bowl. At that moment, the couple were happy.

Isn't it a kind of happiness that classmates can recognize each other when they meet? In the group, the old classmates talked about their families and relaxed. In words, they counted the wrinkles on their heads and the white hair on their heads, which made them feel happier. Occasionally, everyone can understand a few typos, just like an old man drinking tea, dipping half his beard into a bowl, and then taking a big sip to quench his thirst, whether it's Tieguanyin or Pu 'er tea. After drinking poison to quench thirst, he realized happiness. Every student has good news, and the old students in the group send out red envelopes, grab red envelopes and congratulate each other. What they give and take is joy and happiness.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the evening self-study in Banquan Middle School. On the playground, my classmates Kong Jing and Pei took advantage of the moonlight in winter, picked up sticks and learned to poke and fight with each other, which set a good example. The morning reading in the classroom rang in my ear: "There is a golden full moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and endless green watermelons are planted on the sand by the sea." Meanwhile, a boy of eleven or twelve years old, wearing a silver ring around his neck and holding a hook and fork, tried his best to stab a horse, but the man wriggled away from his crotch. ...

The power of the Internet is even stronger than Sun's somersault cloud. No matter in his hometown close at hand or in an unreachable place, we have come together, separated by an "old classmate", not to mention how happy we are. In the songs "Young friends come to meet" and "Qinyuanchun Changsha", "just a classmate and a teenager, in the prime of life; The scholar was furious and cursed Fang Qiu. " Feelings are written specifically for old classmates.

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A few days ago, Pei Xi continued to chat with me on QQ. He said that my son who worked in a thermal power plant on National Day last year got married, and I really became an old bean. When the wedding was held, the students came to several tables, looking at their happy eyes and listening to their heartfelt wishes. My heart is so warm. From my son, I saw the shadow of our youth. I said with emotion, yes, the youth of the next generation is a replica of our Banquan middle school days. Although we don't feel old yet, our children have grown up, and when they get married, they compare us with the old people.

Youth and beauty that once existed in the background of fleeting time, the noise of the city and the pain of life have turned the dust of the years into gratitude and kindness. Through the "Banquan Middle School Times" WeChat group, the old classmates have already "met", but they don't know when they can really "get together". When they meet, they will hug each other tightly, listen to each other's heartbeat and feel each other's muscles. This voice and brawn come from the love and nostalgia of classmates for more than 30 years.

Chatting with classmates brought us back to the innocent Banquan Middle School, and I felt much younger myself. The young faces of my classmates always flash in my mind. "Don't let the good memories fade away in your heart and mine. How many seasons are there in life? We will face the leap together, look forward to the future and make persistent efforts. We will never stop step by step. We will pursue together and let our dreams fly to the ideal far field. " ? The lyrics of this song "Old Classmate" are an accurate expression of my mood at this time.

I miss the lush years of Banquan Middle School because the years of this era have laid a solid foundation for their respective struggles on the road of life, allowing students to witness a great era and participate in the construction of this great era. In this process, we have had glory, depression, confidence, hesitation, crying and laughing. It is after these years of baptism that today's sophistication, maturity and prudence have emerged. Don't get upset when your parents nag in the future; When the child is disobedient, be patient and enlighten him; Don't be discouraged when your career is frustrated; Be sure to get ready, and you will make a comeback; You shouldn't be proud when your work is in prosperity. You must be prepared for danger in times of peace in order to be invincible.

Many years later, in a street not far from Banquan Town Middle School, in a small restaurant listed as "exclusive memory", at a simple wooden dining table, two 70-and 80-year-old people sat face to face, their teeth were incomplete, and they struggled to chew the newly baked bran-flour pancakes in the restaurant, with a dish of diced diced pickles and two bowls of soup in front of them, enjoying them leisurely and indifferently.

At this time, an old song sung by singer Pang Long more than 30 years ago is playing in the restaurant: Old classmates are unforgettable years, old classmates are an unforgettable complex, old classmates are an old jar of wine, and old classmates are an identical assignment. Recalling the overlap of cold and warm life, we can understand that the true feelings of our classmates are the purest, and we can retain the feelings of our old classmates in those years.

"Hey, Liu Tou, don't pinch the shredded pickles on my plate, not much." "Too much, not too much, old stone. You weren't so stingy in those days, and you didn't eat too much in canned bottles! " Two pairs of withered and old hands began to compete for dishes. When the two glasses were facing each other, their muddy and nearsighted eyes instantly softened, so they scrambled to pay the bill.

Because they are old classmates of Banquan Middle School.