Tell me something about the past ★ 16, autumn thoughts.

The autumn wind is rustling, blowing leaves everywhere. When I saw the fallen leaves again, I remembered your life and mine. In my life, I met several good friends. Are you okay in heaven? Although time has only left us a short track, the good memories you left me are deeply left in my heart.

Looking through the yellowed diary in the past, I seem to see your figure again. If we say that people who know how to drink are looking for feelings; Then, people who know how to respect their friends care about each other, care about each other and cherish each other. Affectionate and righteous friends are bought with sincerity.

In this world, every life has its own definition, such as joys and sorrows, such as birth and death. I remember reading Zhang Ailing's description before: "Destiny is a passing specimen and boiling of an era. After getting the proverbs, it is the chaos of a person in full bloom. "

The beauty that has passed away, with a touch of sadness, is like this scene in front of me, and pieces of fallen leaves are reminding me.

Su Xianhong, my classmate in primary school, is older than me. He has three brothers and a sister. Su Xianhong's home is not far from mine, and she lives in a street on Xishi Road. We have been in constant contact since childhood, and we are good classmates and friends. As far as I know, Su Xianhong was born in a scholarly family, and his brothers all love music and literature. His third brother is called "Su Sanxian", and Su Xianhong himself has a nickname called "Su Erhu". Be famous in the local area.

The first time I listened to the fairy red bomb "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", I felt very good. How touching! I can't help crying. The sad and beautiful vibrato comes from the gentle friction between his bow and fingers, which makes me intoxicated. This is the first time in my life that music is so beautiful! That day, Xianhong's second brother happened to be at home, and his words inspired me deeply. Brother Su told me that how to understand and appreciate the performance of musical instruments is a beautiful enjoyment for music, but a spiritual sublimation for thought. From that moment on, I found myself in love with music. Because of music, I found the real emotional world in real life. No matter what kind of environment I am in, everything can be changed.

From then on, I began to learn musical instruments and notation from Su Xianhong, as well as the feet of bean sprouts (staff). Xianhong taught me enthusiastically. He taught erhu, violin and accordion. And he was patient and taught me by hand. Fortunately, I'm not stupid. I learn everything. Even if you learn fur, you can finish at least a few songs and feel good about yourself. Later, with these axes I learned, I went to be a primary school music teacher for one year.

Some people say that you are destined to meet a special friend in your life. Thank you, Brother Xianhong! Let me meet someone who is willing to associate with me when I am bored. Let me spend the happy time after graduating from junior high school. And through you, I also got to know your cousin, senior Miao Shicong, the captain of the 92 middle school propaganda team. In my impression, Miao Xuechang plays the violin very well. Unfortunately, Miao Xuechang was later recruited as a literary soldier by the army art troupe. Decades later, I met Senior Miao again.

Like most people, Su Xianhong is ill-fated. After being laid off, he worked as a security guard and learned to play the trumpet for "one-stop". In reality, people who rely solely on music hobbies are rare. A few years ago, Su Xianhong died of cancer, when he was not old enough to retire.

The past is like the wind. Although the stories that have been blown away have become fleeting, the past bits and pieces in my life are still unforgettable and still appear in front of me. This is also my best memory of youth.

Chen Xiaoming, also my classmate in the same grade, had a good time in the 1970s. We didn't know each other before. We met through Zhang Zongquan, a senior who lives in Xinmingpo. At that time, Chen Xiaoming was still in senior high school in No.4 Middle School. During the winter and summer vacations, he often comes to Xishi Road to chat with me. We talk about everything, everything. At that time, we were very simple and wanted to tell our friends everything in our hearts, as if we were full of words. There are times when I don't talk, that is, when Xiao Ming watches me draw. He looks so handsome in silence, which makes me have the impulse to paint him. Seeing that he satisfactorily took the sketch I drew for him, I thought at that time, this guy must have a bright future.

Since the spring of 1973, I have been going to Yudong Town, Ba County for eye treatment every week. I don't know where my old man got the information, saying that there is an old Chinese doctor who is very famous in the local area and specializes in treating myopia with acupuncture combined with kimono and Chinese medicine. The effect is outstanding and the reputation is very good. Because the registration quota of this old Chinese doctor is limited every day, I have to queue up at the hospital the day before. At first, I went to stay in a hotel. Later, when Xiao Ming found out, he took the initiative to tell me that his uncle was the director of Ba County Public Security Bureau and could solve the accommodation problem for me without going to the hotel. Not long after, Xiao Ming accompanied me to the Eight Immortals and introduced me to his uncle. His uncle was very enthusiastic and invited us to kill a restaurant. 1974 In May, when my vision was treated from 800 degrees to 500 degrees, the doctor said that my vision was qualitative and no further treatment was needed. For nearly a year and a half, I have been taken care of by Xiao Ming and his uncle, and I feel unspeakable gratitude in my heart. Xiaoming went to Changshou as an educated youth after graduating from high school. He repeatedly invited me to play in the place where he settled, and asked me to draw sketches there by the way. Helpless, I was a temporary worker in a unit and couldn't leave. I never made it.

Later, Xiao Ming went to be a soldier and took part in the Sino-Vietnamese self-defense counterattack. Later, Xiao Ming returned to Chongqing from the army and worked in the secretarial section of the Second Light Industry Bureau, becoming the red man of the unit. As a classmate and friend, Xiaoming has always wanted to help me. He thinks it's a pity for me to be a worker all my life. At that time, he encouraged me to take an art diploma, and later he could transfer me to the Second Light Industry Bureau as a full-time artist through his relationship. So, from1February 1980 to1February 1982, I went to Chongqing Staff University Central Branch for two years to get my diploma. After I got my diploma, I was dissatisfied with the long-term withholding of wages from the valve factory and gave up the opportunity to work as an artist in the Second Light Industry Bureau. I resolutely chose to leave my job automatically and went to sea for ten years, almost drowning in the ruthless business sea.

In those years, my career was frustrated one after another. In order to find a way out, I ran around and my relationship with Xiao Ming gradually alienated. Later, I heard that Xiaoming died of terminal illness in the autumn of 1996, and died young at the age of 42.

Li Chenghua was my good brother during 1975, and I like to call him Hua Er's nickname. Wall's father, who is famous for his marble, is a famous doctor in Li Changfa, who is good at treating orthopedic diseases. At that time, Wall and I worked as temporary workers in the transformation of No.5 factory, and we were partners in the machine maintenance team.

Wall is introverted and studious. As a descendant of Li Changfa, he has great ambitions and ideals. In my spare time, I always see him reading thick medical books and making a lot of written records. Walter told me that it is temporary for him to come out as a temporary worker now, and he will follow in his father's footsteps and become a real doctor in the future. According to his requirements for writing a book, I helped him draw many illustrations, all of which are professional human skeleton drawings and human muscle anatomy drawings. Flowers respect me and say that he doesn't have many friends. He hopes that I can contact him often in the future and help him realize his dream. ...

In the once-in-a-century rainstorm of 198 1, the flowers were unfortunately killed. His family lived in Yangjiawan, Qiaojiatuo, just across the wall from the then 185 hospital. It is said that the rainstorm lasted for several days, and the walls of the hospital could not bear the pressure of large-scale water accumulation and suddenly collapsed. In an instant, a lot of water poured into these short shanty towns nearby. At that time, Walter was at home, and there was nothing wrong with his martial arts and his agility to escape. However, his first thought is to save his old mother, who has been lying in a hospital bed all the year round. In the waist-high rapids, Wall struggled to carry his old mother and was preparing to move out. Suddenly, there was a loud noise and the beam collapsed. A wooden stick hit Wall squarely on the head. The old mother was fine, and Wall never got up after she fell. His young life ended like this.

? Year after year, it is another four-season cycle. Whenever I see these fallen leaves again, I will inevitably feel a lot of sadness in my heart. I wrote this diary to regain the feeling in my memory.

Life is ups and downs, life is like a dream. Nevertheless, in my heart, there is still the meaning of tender and nourishing feelings. Memories reverberate in time and space like Long song. Sighing life, everyone's life, is it not difficult to walk on the earth? Once upon a time, I had a similar experience with these dead friends. The difference is that they are all gone and I am still alive. Don't worry! Dude. I won't live in memories. I'm still young and I'm still trying to change myself. Today I just want to say that in this world, I still think of you and have not forgotten you.

Fallen leaves are nature's attachment to you, and also represent my grief for you.

There is no regret in this life, so we have the honor to meet.

I have regrets in my life. I feel sorry for losing such a close friend as you. ...