The content of the rainy season in the flower season! !

16 is the flower season, and 17 is the rainy season! ! !

Fan Wenyi:

The rain lit up the memory of the eaves.

I finally opened my tired eyes and found some colorful fragments of dreams scattered around me. Accustomed to narcissism, I was naturally moved by all this. I didn't have time to think about it and ran to the dresser. Vaguely, I smelled the wet smell of the soil and decisively washed away the drowsiness. I was relieved, and a strange freshness came to my mind.

As usual, I opened the window and started a fantastic day.

Last night, it seemed that the spring rain came quietly, which changed something quietly when I was sleeping. I feel that the dew left by God is still hitting my heartbeat. When they fell into my heart, I began to count the sunny days silently, because I have never been a person who likes rain. Every time I scatter messy thoughts in the rain, wait for the sun to spread out uniform lines and stare at the crowded creatures outside the window, I will be a little tired of the sight of everything in this spring. Today, I'm just bored.

I have to admit that everything in front of me shows me that time can change the face of old houses indefinitely. In my memory, that antique house bears the dreams of generations. Now, it is just a shabby place in the family, so we ignore its value. I have to say that when our ancestors told us about the past of the ancient house, they didn't leave us anything really worth continuing. The ruins of old houses, worn-out wood carvings and drooping eaves we see may still contain some unknown profound significance. No one knows that it continues some dreams and desires as before, because it is ignored and all this seems so insignificant.

Raindrops hit the huge burden in the rain-filled soil, splashing painful water. All this seems to tell the pouring rain that courage needs to pay a heavy price, and to find your own shelter, you need to abandon your partner occasionally. They seem to be fighting for this not so gorgeous territory, and even have been fighting. Courage, is this really necessary? Another choice for raindrops is to cling to the eaves and try to keep the whole body. This does not seem to be an expedient measure. I have clearly witnessed the continuous splashing of water droplets on the ground along the outer edges of the kitchen and living room, and I have learned the same terrible lesson. In fact, what really caught my eye was the magical power of the rows of antique eaves. Perhaps the erosion of years has made it lose its lubricious luster, perhaps its rough bones and muscles have accepted more "fellow travelers", or perhaps its symmetrical and elegant lines have alleviated the fatigue of raindrops and made them live here with peace of mind. In short, everything it does is at the expense of its own form. Today, it looks particularly old and gloomy. It doesn't seem to know how fast time passes. It is old, and I can still clearly see its thin arms just like when I was a child!

It rained heavily again, and suddenly it was intricately intertwined and piled up crazily, eventually flooding part of the main body of the ancient house. Oh, my God! Rain, have you forgotten that the eaves of the old house tried to support you? The old house is still repeating the same action, and the same gesture makes me have to pay attention to its collapsed mud wall. Old house, are you tired? Have you forgotten that the raindrops you once protected are also fighting back against you? You may have forgotten it, because the rain has faded your memory.

I still stare at the tears in the sky and think back to the life of the old house. Perhaps it is because the rain has faded the memory, and it still retains everything in the past-a concept and belief that will never fade. But because of this, we inadvertently forgot the enlightenment of the ancient house. This makes me wonder whether the essence of the nation will fade in our hearts from generation to generation because of the tolerance of the years. I am too sad to go back to the story of the old house.

It was raining when you lifted your clothes.

Fan Wener:

My mother's opinion is different from mine. Although she is an editor and hosts the column of "Intimate Big Sister", she said that keeping a diary is a game that little girls often play. What a girl of fifteen or sixteen can write is nothing but worthless whispers. Besides, he said he wrote it when he was young. Looking at it now, I can't stand it after reading only a dozen pages. It's all moaning sentences.

How will mom feel if she hears Mr. Jiang? Teacher Jiang is just different from other teachers. I always feel that he is like a person, a distant and close person. Anyway, see where I want to go. I have special feelings for Mr. Jiang.

The baby next door is playing the violin again. The ugly sound of sawing wood was mixed with her mother's scolding. "How can you be so stupid! Do you know how much we spent on learning the piano for you? " "Don't practice well. See if I don't kill you! " Then there was Beibei's crying. The sound of piano, bristle and crying became an inevitable ensemble.

Emerald Coffee House kissed the earth shyly at sunset and dyed everything golden. After the last bell rang, students from all classes poured out of the door and flocked to all the streets and fashion shops. Giordano, Baijia, Huan Zi, Guo Mao and McDonald's all have their presence. They are familiar with choosing their favorite imported snacks, buying all kinds of expensive brand-name goods, whispering the news that a singer is coming to Shenzhen for a concert, and commenting loudly on Sino-British relations. Then she gnashed her teeth and cursed the damn textbooks and endless exams.

They are like a group of pigeons that have just been released, making a lot of noise.

"Let's go, I'll pay the bill today and go to the Jade Coffee House." I waved and said.

"What's the matter, so happy?" Someone made fun of him.

"Don't keep a diary, don't pay. You think it's developed this time! "

"Well, we'll all go, not for free!" Wang Xiaotian said.

Xiaoyao asked Chen Ming, "Are you going?"

"No, I won't go if I have something to do." The tall man tugged at his schoolbag. Go in the other direction.

"Hum. Catch him! " I made a pie on Chen Ming's back. Cantonese people use "psychic" to describe a person's arrogance. Like many students, Yu Fa looks down on students with particularly good grades and thinks that they are just spokespersons.

Jade coffee house is small but elegant. Gray is a popular color in recent years. The teak floor glowed and reflected people. It can be seen that the boss has put a lot of thought into the decoration. He made up for the narrow space with a big mirror.

Yufa and them found a place near the wall and sat down. Although they know that the teacher will never come to this place, they think it's better not to make a fuss because they are carrying schoolbags and the middle school students' signs are almost engraved on their foreheads.

Xia Liu was absorbed in admiring the chandelier. The crystal stone on it is so beautiful that the reflected color is really difficult to describe and depict. "This must be an authentic Austrian crystal," Xia Liu guessed. She thinks it is a pleasure to sit in such a place. A sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the mirror, "Dad." Xia Liu almost cried. Dad took a woman to the private room. Not mom, Na Ren. Xia Liu is a little scared. Dad said yesterday that he had a social gathering today. Entertainment is here.

Xia Liu's father is a music conductor, and Xia Liu was named after his father. When I was in primary school, my classmates often shouted "Xia Liu (dull) and Xia Liu (urgent)" at her. Xia Liu cried and ran back to tell dad. Dad said the name was artistic, Liu was his father's surname, and Xia was his mother's surname, leaving a good memory. What a nice name, I will never forget it.

Once upon a time, my father never said such a thing again. Xia Liu vaguely realized that the situation was not good. Soon after coming to Shenzhen, the contradiction between parents is getting bigger and bigger. Mom said that dad "can't stand the attack of' sugar-coated shells' and has fallen". When Liu Xia was in junior high school. Dad is getting a divorce. Xia Liu wrote a letter to her aunt, claiming that if her parents divorced, she would jump off the building. After that, the family was quiet for a long time. Later, my father became famous and was hired as a part-time conductor by another troupe. Dad spends less and less time at home, sometimes he doesn't go back once a month. Mom is very nervous. Tell Xia Liu to visit the troupe. What the hell is dad doing? Who is he with?

Xia Liu sensitively anticipated something and went to the troupe with a sense of mission. I saw my father with a woman about 30 years old. Extramarital affairs are no longer strange to Xia Liu's generation of children, but the third party in Xia Liu's impression is a sexy woman with heavy makeup and a big cigarette in her mouth, but this woman is not. When dad saw her, it was unnatural: "Xia Liu, sit down for a while and I'll buy you something to drink."

Dad is gone. The woman left with Xia Liu.

"Xia Liu, now is the third grade, I will take the high school exam soon. My homework must be very tight! "

"How do you know?"

"I'm from the Central Intelligence Agency. I also know that Liu Xiala is a good violinist and Xia Liu wants to be an artist in the future. "

"I know enough, but I don't know you!"

"Now we don't know each other. Your father and I are in the same unit. I am a dancer. My name is Na Ren. Just call me Renyi. "

"Which have such a young aunt. Last time. A child calls me mom and grandma. My mother doesn't know how unhappy she is, but you want to be old. That's funny. "

Both of them laughed.

"I think you'd better call me Aunt Ren. I listened. "

"into. Renyi. " Liu Xia cried sweetly. She thinks Na Ren is good. Lively, enthusiastic and individual, she is nothing like her mother. Na Ren is well-dressed, simple and generous, and good. Her hair is just a bunch of ribbons, exuding youthful vitality.

"I'm leaving."

What can I do for you?

"There was just now, but not now." Xia Liu said, "I like you very much."

"Really?"

"Really."

I went home without saying anything. Mother asked her, "Is your father with another woman?"

"No." When Xia Liu answered "No", she didn't mean to excuse her father, but she didn't classify Na Ren as "another woman". She accused her mother of being too sensitive. "

Mom doesn't believe it. Finally, Dad and Na Ren were stopped in one place. In the future, it will be like burying a mine at home and accidentally stepping on it. My mother also asked my uncle to teach my father a lesson. Despite this, neither mom nor dad dared to mention the word "divorce".

Since the arrival of the new teacher, the students have talked about the construction of the new airport in Hong Kong.

"Xia Liu. Go and sing a song. " Someone suggested.

Xia Liu is very talented in music, and may have inherited his father's genes. In primary school, she was a famous "golden voice" in the whole school. No matter what kind of performance she participates in for primary and secondary school students in the city, her singing must be the finale. He also plays the violin very well. At first, my father asked Xia Liu to practice for an hour and a half every day. It's really hard. It's just torture. Those four strings are boring. She really hates why there is such a thing as a violin in the world. As soon as the violin was carried on her shoulders, she looked at the clock and was worried. She really wants to set it faster. I want to practice the piano now. My homework is heavy and I have no time to play. It is strange that people always do things they don't want to do, but they can't do what they really want to do; If you can't do it, the more you want to do it, so Mozart, Chopin, Schumann and Verdi talk about it all day, and all the girls in the class say that she likes to show off and brag.

"Xia Liu. Sing a song! "

Karaoke is very popular now, and Xia Liu is willing to shine in front of his classmates. But today ... Xia Liu didn't expect that this woman who calls herself "Aunt Ren" is the "bad woman" who took away her father.

Xia Liu, what are you afraid of? Wang Xiaotian said.

Yes, what are you afraid of! Xia Liu stood up and sang on the stage. Angry at them!

Yes, sing Pan Meichen's "I want to have a home": "I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need too much ..."

Touching, in the applause of all, Xia Liu clearly felt the complicated and embarrassing eyes of his father and Na Ren.

Xia Liu didn't consider whether it was wise or foolish to leave quietly after creating embarrassment. But after she finished singing, she left there without hesitation.

"Xia Liu, I actually saw it." I don't know when, Wang Xiaotian to catch up.

"Don't think you are smart." Xia Liu glared at Wang Xiaotian and shouted, "What do you see? It is normal for colleagues to come out for a cup of coffee. What a fuss, feudal guy! "

Xia Liu suddenly contradicted himself. Is he love or hate? It's vague. Do you hate, envy or like Na Ren?

"I'm sorry." Liu Xia shrugged. "I'm sick of it!"

Liu Qing, a lonely bird, saw Liu Xia and Wang Xiaotian across the street. He wanted to say hello, but his mouth opened, but he couldn't shout, so he gave up.

Nowadays, it has become a common phenomenon for middle school students to have sex. Often a group of people go to a classmate's house to cook, or go to the park to play, or go to a restaurant for a big meal or something. This kind of thing, senior one (4) has two students who generally don't attend, one is Chen Ming and the other is Liu Qing. If Chen Ming is the most unwilling to talk to others, then Liu Qing is the most unreasonable. Like today, several students came out for dinner, and no one thought of calling Liu Qing.

Liu Qing knew that her classmates called her "ET" behind her back. She is sad, but Ah Q is full of energy: "ET is short for EnglishTeacher. Who can speak English with me? " She tried to get close to others, but it always backfired. Once, when we were chatting together, a classmate came up with a riddle and asked a question: "There are four hens, one named' Wo', the other named' Wo', and there is an egg, which was not laid by' Wo', not laid by' Wo' or laid by' Wo'. As soon as the question was over, someone laughed at once. The classmate asked Liu Qing, "Guess which hen laid the eggs? Liu Qing. "Liu Qing knew that she would laugh as soon as she told the answer, but in order to get close to everyone, she gave up the dignity of the girl and said foolishly," Isn't that what I did? " Liu Qing a say that finish, indeed as expected immediately burst into laughter.

"Haha, Liu Qing can lay eggs!"

"Shh-shh-"

Liu Qingyuan originally wanted to reconcile the atmosphere and make everyone happy. Unexpectedly, the situation got worse. She was treated as a joke and no one wanted to play with her. This matter was also mentioned on many occasions in the future. Liu Qing didn't know what to do. She finds it difficult to get along with people.

Liu hesan and his three sisters. Liu Ye, the eldest sister, married to Hongkong, and her parents blossomed happily. Liu Mei, the second sister, married to Australia, and her parents praised everyone. The third is Liu Qing. Her parents have high expectations for her, hoping that she can marry into the sky. All day long, he said, "It doesn't matter if you don't learn well. You should learn English well and find a good husband. " Unfortunately, Liu Qing has no sisters' beauty and, of course, no sisters' blessings. Liu Qing is short and fat. This is the most taboo for girls. However, she has a very nice name: Liu Qing. At first, many people thought she was an elegant and lovely girl. I was disappointed after meeting.

Liu Qing is also very upset. What should I do if I am so fat? She wants to go on a diet. But fat people get fat when they drink water. In junior high school, Liu Qing heard that running can lose weight, so she ran for three months. I thought all runners were fat. Unexpectedly, in Liu Qing's words, all the runners on the road are "smooth" people. They are very jade people. It's really good to think about it. Liu Qing felt shabby with them, so she stopped running. I didn't expect to gain 2 pounds after such a stop, and even when I was weighed in the physical examination, Liu Qing was very modest. The last one said, I don't know, but I was shocked: 120 kg. Liu Qing quickly grabbed the class teacher: "Absolutely confidential!"

Physical education class, a senior one, has arrived. He is divided into volleyball class, basketball class and art class. Liu Qing really wants to enter the art class, but she is embarrassed to sign up for fear of being laughed at by her classmates. Have to sign up to play basketball.

She is not interested in basketball. She doesn't understand what fun it is for so many people to grab a ball together, and she is not used to grabbing a meaningless ball with the sigh of the audience. No partner passed the ball to her, and she never threw a basket. She just runs around with everyone. She felt embarrassed in the fierce competition. The most embarrassing thing is the competition team. No partner wants her. The captains of both sides have multiple rounds of "hammer scissors", and the winner chooses the players first. At this time, Liu Qing's mood is particularly heavy. Because winning or losing "Hammer, Scissors and Paper" only means whether Liu Qing can join the team. Finally, the captain of the losing team was helpless. Nodding at the willow count means calling her to come over, and at the same time, the captain will leave a pie mouth. This move made Liu Qing, who was already sad, even more depressed.

Liu Qingji reveled in the training of the art class. She sneaked off to watch an art class. The girls in the art class wear tight gymnastics clothes. In the melodious and moving music, the unique pure and soft youthful atmosphere of campus girls flows between gestures. Liu Qing watched, as if he had become one of them. ...

Liu Qing has no friends.

Liu Qingyuan and Xia Liu are not bad. They spend a lot of time together. Later, once, Xia Liu went to the choir for rehearsal, and Liu Qing waited outside. It's six o'clock, and Liu Xia is out. Liu Qing said impatiently, "It's so late." Xia Liu replied, "I didn't ask you to wait for me." After that, I left with the choir. Liu Qing feel wronged, think Xia Liu this National People's Congress. Being with her is a reference. So ... Relations with Xia Liu are weak.

Liu Qing longs for a friend. She feels that the students around her are either her own group. Or someone she doesn't want to talk to. Sometimes, although we are together, we can only be friends of friends. "I am a lonely Xiao Wu." Liu Qing once wrote.

Liu Qing envied Xia Liu very much. She is beautiful, plays the piano well and sings well. Many boys like her. Maybe she likes to be happy, because her classmates and teachers like her very much. She has good popularity, good grades and good personality ... she is nothing and can't do anything.