Gone away, leaving behind an eternal diary

Not long ago, several middle school female classmates met for a gathering. As they embraced each other, the strong friendship between classmates made people forget their age, the wind and frost of the years, and the yin and yang that spans time and space. We invariably recall the memories of the past, and there are always figures that have disappeared in the distance appear in front of us. Those warm people and things make us sigh with emotion. They have gone away silently with the sorrow and longing of their classmates, but they have already left in the minds of their classmates. Roots, no matter how ruthlessly the years pass, no matter how the world changes, they always accompany us through the four seasons, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through the ditches of life; on the road of life, they have no choice but to go away, leaving us with The lingering and eternal tender memories...

Zhang Xuejun, with a handsome face and fair skin, is a big boy that adults like. He was my classmate in middle school. He had excellent academic performance and a lively personality. Cheerful and helpful, he is also liked by teachers and classmates. At that time, most of the monitors in other classes were big guys, and those who could control their classmates were the monitors. But he was our well-deserved monitor, and his classmates affectionately called him "Xiaojun".

Xiaojun is a few months older than me. Because our parents are close friends and the two families live in the same alley, my father and Uncle Zhang often play chess under the shade of the trees. Sometimes Xiaojun and I will shout at the same time. They were eating, so my father asked me to call him brother. I was always unconvinced. Why did he have to call him brother when he was only a few months older? Uncle Zhang always looked at me with a smile and said to Xiaojun: "Qiushi is my younger sister, do you want her to know?" Xiaojun blushed and said: "Yeah, uncle, even if Qiushi doesn't call me Oh, haha..."

Although our living conditions at that time were not as good as those of children today, our spare time life was colorful. I remember that I was elected as the publicity committee member of the class. The teacher asked me to publish the blackboard newspaper every Thursday to record the good people, good deeds and every bit of life in the class. There is a large blackboard outside the classroom wall, and the content of the blackboard is changed every week. It is the learning highlights and glimpses of the students in the class, and it is also the spiritual paradise that the students pay attention to. However, I was new to typography and didn’t know how to type, and I wasn’t good at writing artistic calligraphy. At that time, I didn’t know what worry was, but this time I was really worried, and I sat there wilting like frost. The school bell rang "Ding bell! Ding bell!" in the past. I loved hearing the bell the most because I could pick up my schoolbag and "fly" freely. But today I can't. I saw my classmates are as light as swallows, chirping. Quacks flew out of the classroom in groups, and I felt indescribably helpless. At this time, Xiaojun walked up to me and said, "Qiushi, can I run the blackboard newspaper with you?" I didn't believe it, and thought: Hehe, is this such a good thing? Didn't answer him immediately. The female classmate next to me, Xiao Qin, said: "Okay, maybe Qiushi is worried about that!..." I quietly poked Xiao Qin, you damn girl! After all, after getting to know me day and night, I got up and picked up the various colored chalks on the podium and walked out. So, Xiaojun brought a desk and a ruler, started putting frames on the blackboard, and also designed a good-looking masthead pattern. I clearly remember that Xiaojun painted green bamboo, and the green bamboo was vivid in Xiaojun's brushwork. Xiaoqin and I asked him curiously: "Xiaojun, do you like bamboo?" Xiaojun pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Yes! I like bamboo!" We all asked Xiaojun why he likes bamboo, but Xiaojun, I just smiled and didn’t answer, and then wrote a skillful artistic question. Xiaoqin and I wrote different contents with chalk respectively. We talked and laughed while writing. After a while, the beautiful blackboard newspaper was completed! The three of us happily high-fived each other, picked up our schoolbags and walked home. I asked Xiaojun: "Why did you help me?" He said: "Because, I am your brother!" He made a face at us and ran away.

Since then, every Thursday, we "three iron buddies" have published a blackboard newspaper together, no matter whether it is winter or summer, our blackboard newspaper has always been in the top few in the school competition. ranking. For this reason, the three of us all have a sense of pride in our hearts, and we also have more responsibility and responsibility for each other.

One hot summer day, the school arranged for our class to go to the countryside to learn farming. We lined up neatly and came to a village. The village chief saw us with tender skin and tender flesh. He looked at this one and that one. He shook his head, probably because he didn't believe what we could do. The village chief, who looked helpless, led us to a wheat field that had just been harvested. Those wheat ears scattered in the field were the tasks we wanted to complete as farmers.

When we first came to the countryside, it was the first time we saw golden, plump ears of wheat. Before the teacher had finished assigning tasks, we had already swarmed towards the wheat fields. I remember that the teacher gave each person a row of wheat rows. Starting from the head of the field, he would bend his waist and lower his head, and pick up the wheat ears that had "missed the net" during the harvest as he walked forward. The students all opened their eyes and looked left and right, and saw a Maisui's eyes were shining with golden light, and there was a bright smile on his face; some even shouted: Haha! wheat! wheat. Unknowingly, it was already midday, when the scorching sun was so passionate that it baked the fields like a steamer. My sweaty and dirty hands were smeared here and there, and everyone's face looked like a rustic monkey; I was really tired. , the students stopped, looked at each other's colorful faces, started laughing and laughing, and started chattering, but I really admire them, and they also did a lot of work in their hands. At that time, I was thin and not very strong. Coupled with the hot weather and the scorching sun, I didn’t know what was going on. After picking it up for a while, my arms felt very itchy and I had to scratch them from time to time to see if my wrists were okay. Just looking at it, I was shocked when I saw it. There were patches of red rash on both wrists, and I started to wonder what was going on? Naturally, I couldn't pick up the wheat ears any faster, and I was still wandering around half way. Looking at the long wheat ridges, other students had already reached the end of the field, shouting and playing happily. I was anxious and a little exhausted. He broke out in a sweat and collapsed to the ground. At this time, Xiaojun quietly picked up wheat ears. The attentive Xiaojun saw me scratching my arm and asked with concern: "Qiushi, what's wrong?" I said vaguely: "I don't know that either. There are a lot of red rashes!" Xiaojun quickly walked over and said, "Oh! You are allergic to wheatgrass. Stop and go to the field to rest!" I was a little embarrassed and didn't move. I suddenly said: "Go! I am your brother!" I thought to myself, who called you brother? snort! He didn't listen to Xiaojun and left. Xiaoqin also came to pick me up. I saw two "hardcore" buddies coming. I didn't know where the energy came from. I didn't care about my itchy arms. I started picking up the wheat ears under my feet. Soon we were in the field. Reconciliation.

The students on the ground looked at the fruits of our hard work, a pile of golden wheat piles like hills. The naughty classmates actually shouted the lines in the movie: My wheat! Wheat! ... Before the shouts ended, the classmates laughed, and the laughter echoed over the fields, causing the dark-faced uncles working in the fields nearby to wear honest smiles...

But who knows , in the afternoon when we returned from picking up wheat ears, something happened that made our classmates miserable.

Around one o’clock in the afternoon, Xiaoqin and I arrived at the school early. There was a cry in the classroom. Xiaoqin and I looked at each other and walked into the classroom quickly. We saw the head teacher, Mr. Zhang, and The classmates all had their eyes red from crying. I walked up to him and asked softly: "Teacher, what's wrong? What are you doing..." The teacher was so weeping that he couldn't speak at all. However, a classmate told me: "Xiaojun wanted to save Gao Yaru." Drown..." Huh? ! Xiaoqin and I shouted in unison, and my mind went blank. I didn't believe this was true. How could that happen? Just two hours ago, you were helping me pick wheat ears, so you can’t. I was unwilling to ask the teacher again: "Is the teacher true?"

The teacher nodded with tears and said nothing. I couldn't control it anymore, and burst into tears and ran out of the classroom crying loudly. Xiao Qin followed me, also choking.

Later I found out that because of the hot weather and the fact that I was picking up wheat ears and baking them under the scorching sun, I passed by the small river near the school. Looking at the clear and cool river water, I threw away my clothes and went to wash in the cold water. Xiaojun had no choice but to take a bath. Yaru was a well-known naughty child in the class, so he jumped into the river with a plop; who knew that the place he jumped into was deep water, the current was very fast and swirling, and he was stunned and his legs cramped. , his body was sinking more and more, and he was choked by the rushing river water when he drank the water. He was always very courageous, but this time he was also scared, and shouted loudly: "Xiaojun, save me!" Xiaojun Without saying a word, he jumped in, swam to him and pulled him out of the whirlpool. The desire to survive made Yaru throw all his strength out of the whirlpool, and swam to the river bank, but Xiaojun was swallowed by the rushing river. Yaru saw Xiaojun Jun gradually disappeared on the river, crying loudly: "Xiao Jun, wait until I find someone to save you!".

But when people fished Xiaojun out, Xiaojun had already closed his eyes, and his handsome and fair face turned pale...

Yaru's mother rushed to the scene and hammered Yaru hard. Ru cried and shouted: "Damn thing, why don't you die? Why did you let Xiaojun die for you?..." Yaru allowed her mother to beat and scold her hard, with tears streaming down her expressionless face. In fact, no mother wants her son to die. This mother feels heartbroken for Zhang’s mother, and also feels pity for Xiaojun. The outstanding Xiaojun is only 16 years old! His tomorrow should be wonderful, but it disappeared like a meteor.

Xiaojun left this world forever. His sudden departure made Yaru suddenly grow up and stopped being naughty. It was also this experience that made him know how to cherish in the future. Because he knows that life is given by Xiaojun and he cannot live life in a hazy manner! This former prodigal son finally became a successful man!

Xiaojun left this world forever. His sudden departure also caused me irreparable regrets, that is, my stubborn sister never called Xiaojun brother.< /p>

For this reason, Xiaoqin jokingly told me, just call me brother, Xiaojun is so kind to you! At that time, Xiaojun most wanted to hear me call him brother, but I was so willful that I was not satisfied with Xiaojun, who had always cared for and cared for me...

Now, every detail of Xiaojun’s care for me is vivid in my mind. , clear in my heart; no matter the passage of time, no matter the changes in the world; for me, Xiaojun is the most beautiful memory in my life, a warm memory that I still have a brother in my life! For me, what goes away is Xiaojun’s back, but what remains is eternity!

Brother Xiaojun! Did you hear that? Qiushi calls you - brother! !