My essay on the first kiss of a girl.

I was on a business trip some time ago, and the company arranged for me to go to Zhuhai with another worker of similar age. Another brother company warmly welcomed us and specially arranged for us to stay in a hotel with pleasant scenery by the sea. We were flattered by the thoughtfulness.

This foreign affairs office can be said to be a beautiful job, with little working time and a lot of free time. I spend most of my time on my own pastime. Because we live by the sea, the sea has become our most frequent place to go.

On the seashore of Zhuhai, there is a famous lovers' road. It meanders along the coast with no end in sight.

During the foreign affairs office, except for the place where I work, I have to pass through here at two o'clock and one line every day. This lovers' road is our most familiar place. Ask for instructions early and report late every day, at least twice. Breathe the vitality of the morning and feel the caress of the evening breeze. This long-lost comfort seems to make us pause our homesickness.

Although I am familiar with the seaside, I feel obviously different in the morning and at night. In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine spread all over the earth, people dressed in casual clothes went out for morning exercises, mostly the elderly, and this became the world of the elderly. In the evening, when the last ray of afterglow was sent away by dusk, under the makeup of the night, it became the Eden of young people, embracing each other and indulging in their own Aegean sea. Every day, people are repeating this history and continuing this law. Older people don't feel bored when they practice for a long time, and young people don't feel tired when they walk away. Dawn-leading the old together has become a characteristic landscape of lovers' road, giving people a different aesthetic feeling.

At the beginning of the light, lovers road is brightly lit, just like neon ribbons in the dark, decorating the coastline covered with stone armor. Under the dim light, the hormones of young people are catalyzed. Loyal men and women can often be seen on stone benches and under the shade of trees. Some hand in hand, some hand in hand, enjoying the happiness of a long way. Even some fashionable men and women with avant-garde thoughts and liberated behaviors simply hugged and kissed each other at the seaside, which became the fashion ornament on this road. It's really that the times can't get in, and civilization has reached this level.

This avant-garde way of showing love is somewhat offensive to my traditional character. But for the locals who are used to it, it seems that they have long been used to it.

I've seen a lot of colleagues these days, and I don't agree with the behavior of such young people. Looking at the excellent men and women here, although we are 30 years old, we are still budding. Colleagues ridiculed: "You see, young people nowadays are really courageous. When I was their age, I didn't have so much courage. At the beginning of the object, even touching a small hand did not dare to be generous. "

Yes! Compared with today's young people, his cowardly way of showing love is as old-fashioned as the history in the museum. Listening to his words, I smiled silently.

"What are you laughing at?" At the same time, the workmates squeezed out a strange smile and looked at me and asked.

I didn't speak, but still smiled stupidly.

"Tell the truth quickly, isn't it ... ha when I was a child! Ha! Ha! Ha! " My colleague asked me with a sly smile and asked me why. Obviously, he felt something from my smile.

I didn't speak, but lost in thought. His words aroused a long-buried memory in my heart.

I remember in my childhood, before I went to school, my mother sent me to the kindergarten of my employees. In that kindergarten, there are many children my age who play and play games together under the supervision of the teacher.

Because I just went to kindergarten, I left my parents' care for the first time in my life and contacted the outside world independently. Everything is strange to me. In addition, many children don't like contact with me because they are naturally timid and unwilling to talk, which limits the number of children I play with, or, more accurately, almost none. Every day I sit alone in the corner, with no friends, no toys, no laughter, only a pair of lonely eyes, staring blankly at other children playing in droves.

At that time, in my young mind, I was eager to get in touch with the outside world, to get out of my closed space, and to embrace the era belonging to our era in a naughty, naughty and hysterical way. But my innate character naturally doomed me to never have the courage to overcome myself. Never willing to take the initiative to contact other similar people, but passively live in their own lonely world, closed in their own space. In this case, no other children are willing to contact me, which is gradually institutionalized by this state over time. Every morning, I was forced to send to kindergarten by my mother and began a lonely and closed day. In the evening, I was taken home by my mother in extreme longing and expectation, enjoying the warmth of my family and spending a lucky and short night in a mechanical cycle.

This is how I repeat it every day in this boring and monotonous kindergarten and live a boring life. What I fear most every day is the early morning, because my mother will send me to kindergarten at this time. What I yearn for most every day is evening, because my mother will take me home at this time. I remember being afraid of the dark when I was a child, but since I went to kindergarten, I have been looking forward to the arrival of the night and longing for the arrival of the twilight. Only when this moment comes can it show that I am about to leave this place I hate.

I still remember a bronze clock hanging in the kindergarten at that time. Every day, the teacher will wind it manually and ring it for a few minutes. Although I look hard every day, I can't understand the meaning of hour hand and minute hand. I only know that this noisy thing can represent time, and I don't know anything else.

At that time, although I couldn't read the clock, I knew how to judge the time by the direction of the sun. Sitting in the only corner of that kindergarten that belongs to me every day, as long as I can see the sun setting in the direction of home and turning yellow, it means that my mother is coming to pick me up. I will try my best to look out of the window in the harsh sunshine, hoping to see the familiar figure as soon as possible.

Whenever I see a parent pick up other children, I always hope that the next person to pick up children is my mother. Unfortunately, my mother was very busy at work at that time. In my young memory, my mother hardly won the championship of picking up and dropping off children. Seeing fewer and fewer children around me, my heart is getting more and more hairy. Silently pray that you will be picked up next. Until there are only a handful of children left around me, the only thing that accompanies me is tears.

Every time my mother sends me to kindergarten, I will never tire of repeating the endless sentence: "Mom! Pick me up early today! " Every time, my mother quickly agreed. White lies are always beautiful, but the reality is cruel. In my young memory, my mother's promise was rarely fulfilled, which made me hate this kindergarten even more. It's hell for me, and kindergarten teachers are like old witches in hell. This world outlook lasted in my mind for a long time, until an unexpected appearance completely subverted my traditional understanding of kindergarten and began a new enlightenment in my life.

That experience is one of the few in my childhood memory, and it is still fresh in my memory. He will always be engraved in my memory, occupying the most prominent position in my brain memory and bearing my life.

When I was a child, I was not good at math. Nevertheless, I learned addition and subtraction in ten minutes. After all, this is the basic knowledge in kindergarten. Every day, teachers teach over and over again, and children practice over and over again. In repeated forced memory, a kitten and puppy can be mechanically recorded in his mind.

I remember that it rained heavily that day and it got dark quickly. Parents have come to pick up their children early. Ten, nine, eight ... I watched the children around me being picked up one by one, but my mother's figure was delayed. In the end, there were only three children left beside me. At that age, that weather, that kind of anxious waiting mood, the helplessness and desolation in my heart at this moment is beyond words.

Watching raindrops make tears on the glass window and fall to the ground, but it seems to flow in my heart. I tried to suppress my inner sadness. Tears swirled in my eyes and reflected on the glass of tears, reflecting a depressed expression.

Just then, another girl's father walked into the kindergarten, which will mean that there will be one less child to accompany me to endure the suffering here.

What's the girl's name and what does she look like? I don't remember. The only thing I can remember is that she has a neat bangs hairstyle, big eyes and looks cute.

When her father came to pick her up, she was very happy. She jumped up from the stool and threw her little hand into her father's arms happily. This moment is so happy for her, but this action highlights how unfortunate I am. What saddens me even more is that it seems that his father took out two pieces of candy from his pocket and gave it to the girl to apologize for being late. The girl happily accepted her father's reward and gave me a look with her big cheerful eyes. At this time, our eyes met and the gap reflected was really different. What shines in her eyes is the joy of going home, while what refracts in my eyes is the sadness left behind. The eyes are full of helplessness, and the pupils are full of helplessness and sadness.

Obviously, she saw my inner helplessness.

At this time, an unexpected thing happened, which I will never forget. The girl smiled at me, walked to the corner where I had been sitting for a long time, and walked into the closed space. You know, this is my first day in kindergarten. For the first time, someone came into my world and my lonely field.

She smiled and said to me, "Don't worry, your mother will pick you up soon. Wait! " ! Here is a piece of candy. Your mother will come as soon as you finish eating. Try it quickly, it's sweet! "As she spoke, she gave me one of the two sweets in her hand.

At that time, I didn't know what to say, just stood there and looked at her numbly. She looked at me and smiled, took my hand, stuffed the sugar into my hand, and then pushed my finger to hold the sugar in my hand.

I only remember that I took the sugar with trembling hands and looked at her big smiling eyes. In an instant, my brain turned into a vacuum, and I could see nothing except her beautiful eyes. I can't hear anything except her magnetic voice I can't feel anything except her warm little hands. At this moment, I think there is such a beautiful girl in this world. It seems that at this moment, in my world, after a storm comes a calm, the rainbow sets off and flowers are everywhere. For the first time, I really feel the colorful fairy tale world.

My world changed from this moment, and my childhood became colorful from this moment.

She put the sugar in my hand, waved to me and went home with her father happily.

I am really flattered to receive such a gift in this weather, this mood and this moment. This piece of sugar has brought me more meaning than the value of sugar itself.

I didn't cry that day, just smiled at her back. Slowly, her figure disappeared in the rainy night and was out of sight.

I looked down at the candy in my hand. Candy paper is beautiful. Before I ate it, I clearly felt the temperature and sweetness of the candy.

It's getting dark, it's raining harder and harder, and there are fewer and fewer children around me, but from that moment on, I was unprecedentedly brave and miraculously didn't feel any fear. Looking at the rainy night outside the window, I feel the different beauty of the rainy night. Even the sound of raindrops hitting the window lattice seems to strike a sweet note.

At that moment, I was drunk, drunk in this hazy rainy night, drunk in this pink candy paper, suddenly feeling the love of human nature and suddenly understanding the warmth of kindergarten. That night, I felt the happiness of rainy night comfortably, and I didn't know it was my mother who came to pick me up until the teacher called my name repeatedly. This is the first time that I have conquered my inner fear.

I am very happy to see my mother pick me up. When he left, he said "goodbye, teacher!" " "

The teacher was shocked by my unprecedented comfort! He smiled and said to his mother, "Oh, dear! Your son is not afraid at this time, and it is not easy to say goodbye to me! " Even my mother looked at me proudly.

I can still remember that on the way home, it was completely dark and the night came early. When my mother came, she specially prepared a big plastic belt to prevent rain and put me in it. In order to breathe easily, she also cut a hole in the bag, then put me in the bag and carried me on the beam at the front end of the bicycle. After I finished, my mother got on the bus and rode hard towards home on a rainy night.

Although it was not winter, it was very cold that night, and I could clearly see the hot air exhaled by my mother when she tried riding a bike. Rain drops on the cold plastic bag wrapped around me, splashing one after another, but I can't feel the cold breath. I sat on the beam at the front end of my bicycle, looked at the outside world through the plastic bag and felt the comfort of rainy nights.

I tried to stick my head out, eager to get in touch with the outside world. At this time, the door to my lonely world has been opened, releasing my yearning for the outside world.

Through a simple raincoat, occasionally some naughty raindrops pass through the breathing hole on the plastic bag and hit the face. That feeling is very cool and comfortable.

Sitting on the beam of my bicycle, I held my mother's handlebar in one hand to keep balance, and the other hand held the candy tightly. I also hummed a few nursery rhymes from time to time: "Little bear came across the bridge and couldn't stand steadily ..."

Perhaps it is the rendering of my mood, even my mother who works hard on a rainy night is very happy. The haze of rainy nights did not bring any unhappiness to our mother and son, but added a lot of color to our lives.

When I got home, I still clung to candy and couldn't bear to eat it. Even when my mother washed my dirty hands, I put one hand in the past, the other hand held sugar, and then I changed the other.

My behavior caught my mother's attention. My mother noticed the candy in my hand and asked, "Who gave you the candy? Why not eat? " If you like this kind of candy, mom will buy it for you tomorrow. "Mom doesn't understand how important this candy is to me.

I remember that I was reluctant to eat that candy, but after dinner, I hid in the corner alone, carefully opened its pink coat, looked at its crystal ketone body and licked it gently. You can feel the taste from the tip of your tongue to your heart in an instant, very sweet, very sweet. ......

That night, even when I was sleeping, I still held the candy in my hand and spent a sweet night.

The next day, my mother sent me to kindergarten. At the moment I entered the door, my mother smiled and asked me, "Why didn't you tell me to pick you up earlier?"

I smiled and waved to my mother and said, "goodbye, mom!" " "

Mother was surprised at my unusual behavior! He said to himself, "My son has improved and now he wants to play with children."

At that time, my mother didn't know that from this day on, my world had undergone subversive changes. The first time I longed to go to kindergarten, I saw that I missed my little princess so much. Because here, I didn't change others, but others changed me.

My world really changed from this day on, and there was a heterosexual playmate in my little space. She often comes to play with me with toys. Because her communication in kindergarten is wider than mine, influenced by her, other children brought their own toys to play with us, and more and more, my circle began to become active. They often share their toys and snacks with me. Similarly, I also share my happiness with them.

From then on, I gradually felt the happiness of friendship, and I finally had my own social circle, and all this was because of her appearance.

At that time, our kindergarten was divided into large classes and small classes. I was younger and had classes in a small class. Older children are in large classes, which is helpful to the management of teachers. Our big class and small class use a small playground with entertainment equipment. When it comes to entertainment equipment, it was just a slide and two swings, and one of them was broken. The children are scrambling to play on the swing, and if they can't get it, they will slide, and she is no exception.

Children in childhood can be one year younger, and there is a clear gap in height and weight. I remember that at that time, children in large classes grabbed entertainment equipment, and we often couldn't compete with them. After sitting on the slide for a long time, the swing couldn't sit down at all.

Whoever grabs the swing first, over time, seems to have developed the habit of grabbing the swing, which has gone beyond the entertainment category of the swing itself and evolved into the glory of the winner. Winners can sit on the swing, play happily on the swing, and look down proudly at other defeated children. The winner's gesture seems to fill the vanity of childhood children.

Because we are in a small class, we are young and slow, and we are always preempted by the children in the big class. As long as they get on the swing, they can't be disappointed. Even if there is urine, they will endure it until the moment when the teacher calls for assembly.

This situation lasted for a while, and then I found that the teacher would let us go out for a while after lunch. At the small dining table at noon, children who have finished lunch will automatically play on the playground, forming a law imperceptibly. Of course, whoever goes out first after lunch has the priority to choose entertainment equipment.

That time, because my stomach was uncomfortable, I really couldn't eat, so the teacher asked me to go out to play early. I grabbed the swing for the first time, sat there and played freely, enjoying this short sense of achievement. Slowly, more and more children gathered around me after dinner, and she came. Because she was my best friend in kindergarten, I offered her the swing. She sat on my swing in the envious eyes of the children and swayed happily. I gave her a gentle push in the back, and her laughter resounded throughout the playground. I'm happy to see her happy. At that moment, I felt the happiest moment in kindergarten.

Since then, I have obviously accelerated the speed of eating lunch. Even later, in order to eat fast, I always choose the one with the least vegetables in my rice bowl. Although I ate less, I didn't feel hungry, at least I was happy. Of course, there is only one purpose to do this, to grab the swing.

Every time I watch her brilliantly take the swing from me, I feel extremely happy. Being able to push her to swing has become my greatest satisfaction in kindergarten.

Things are not always smooth sailing, and my efforts are surging. It was after a lunch. I had lunch first, stood up and gave her a knowing look. She read my eyes and understood what I meant. Because she knew I would help her catch the swing.

I remember that the weather was fine and the sky was blue. I don't know if I'm full, so I rushed to the swing on the playground first.

Just sitting on the swing, enjoying the joy of success, a child from a big class rushed at me. I guess he and I are one heart. Unfortunately, I succeeded in defeating him. In a kindergarten with only one perfect swing, the runner-up is meaningless.

The joy of my success is in sharp contrast with the troubled expression on his face. He looked at me angrily, obviously unwilling. Finally, I simply grabbed my clothes and pulled me down. I grabbed the swing desperately and refused to come down. Perseverance, when he saw that I refused to submit, he simply moved my hand. I tried to push him away, but we all refused to give in.

Just as we were tearing, I fell off the swing. This makes me completely angry. I got up from the ground and rushed to the child. We fought together.

At that time, the age advantage was obvious, and the height and weight difference was obvious. Because he is young, he is obviously not the opponent of the other side, riding under him. But I didn't show weakness. I fell on my back and grabbed his face.

The children came out one after another and ran when they saw us fighting. Look, look at us blankly.

She also came out, crowded in the crowd, two small hands clutching two small fists on her chest, staring at us with wide eyes, frowning tightly, biting her mouth hard and looking at us nervously. It seems that I want to help me, but I don't know what to do. I stand there stupefied.

I only remember a few children crying and running back to the classroom. The teacher heard the news and pulled us away.

I fell to the ground, obviously I was a loser and didn't hit each other. But the other party did not take advantage. I scratched his face and hurt my mouth. We all lost. To my surprise, at the moment when the teacher stopped fighting, the winner cried with a wow. In contrast, I am brave, strong, calm and comfortable, and have the demeanor of a general.

At that time, tears were the only criterion to measure children's war. Because I didn't cry, all of a sudden, I became a hero in the eyes of children, and I was able to defeat the strong with the weak and become a winner.

The teacher dragged me into the classroom, which is a good criticism. At that time, even the teacher could not understand, and the most honest child in the class suddenly became so savage! How violent!

Standing for the first time was punished, standing for a long time. Stand alone in the corner of the yard and let the hot sun burn overhead. I looked down at the children playing on the ground and in the distance, and accepted the punishment brought by this battle mercilessly.

Just when I was most helpless, she appeared in front of me secretly. I looked up and looked at her in dismay. She frowned and pouted, and her big eyes were full of tears.

She looked at the wound on my mouth and asked, "Does it hurt there?"

I didn't speak, just nodded gently.

"My mother said that she was injured and it wouldn't hurt if she blew it. When I was injured as a child, my mother would blow my wound, so I wouldn't feel pain. Come on! I will blow your wound. " After that, she leaned in with her mouth bent and gently wiped the wound on my mouth.

She blew twice and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

I still didn't speak, but I didn't nod or shake my head. I don't know if I was moved by her behavior at that time, but I just stood there with my head down and didn't respond.

When she saw my movements, she seemed more nervous. I looked down and could clearly see that the two forefingers of her two little hands were colliding uneasily. After a while, she leaned her chubby little face together and whispered to me, "If it still hurts after blowing, I'll kiss your wound, so it won't hurt." That's what mom did! "

I was shocked at that time! Just before I was ready, a warm little mouth stuck to my cheek. ......

I don't know whether she gave me my first kiss or she stole my first kiss. But this is the first girl who kissed me in my life.

I was too timid to look at him and bowed my head. I think at that time, my face must be red.

She didn't understand my wriggling and asked nervously, "Does it still hurt?"

I still didn't speak, just silently, slightly, but obviously, shook my head.

She smiled happily, then put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about this! Especially don't tell the teacher! "

I didn't dare to look up at her, but nodded silently.

She smiled, and I heard her laugh.

Looking at the back of her running away with a smile, braids are jumping happily behind. At that moment, my mood can't be described in words.

After she left, I stood alone in the distance looking at her playful back, licking the kissed wound on the corner of my mouth with my tongue and savoring the first kiss. .......

Later, we were promoted to the big class. Later, when we were old enough to go to school, we were assigned to preschool classes in primary schools in our respective streets, and we never saw her again.

After so many years, her specific appearance has been blurred in my impression, and I can't remember her name clearly, but this unforgettable history has been permanently printed in my mind and has become a beautiful, beautiful and pink memory of my life journey.

Today, my colleague's questioning reminds me of this long-forgotten past. My colleague looked at my expression and asked with a bad smile, "Tell me about your first kiss?"

At this time, I am like returning to my shyness and smiling with my head down, but the tip of my tongue is unnatural and sweet.