My Life Story Essay: "Apricot" has "Lee"

Before reporting to the new company, I was informed that I would study in Beijing for a week! The phone is down, and my heart is still tooting and unwilling to calm down.

when you get it? Study guide? ，? Xiaotangshan? Three words jumped into my eyes. Steep ground, masks, sneezing, SARS, Zhong Nanshan? Golden flowers appear in front of your eyes. Honestly, a little dizzy!

On June 7th, Harmony crossed the stormy rice fields in the south and the sunny wheat fields in the Central Plains, and arrived in Beijing, the capital of the misty clouds. It was too late to greet the long-lost Tiananmen Gate, and a bus unloaded us in a small courtyard with closed doors, looking around and without friends. Don't you need silence? Right, let it be!

there is a saying? Loneliness is the passport of the lonely, and loneliness is the back garden of the lonely. ? When I settle down, I will go for a walk at dusk with a restless heart, and my heart will understand.

while I was still in the car, I saw the fruit-bearing trees flash by. I can't forget it at a glance, but my eyes go straight to the fruit tree. In the confusion, I can't tell whether it is plum, peach or apricot. Finally, I pestered an apricot tree with a big yellow fruit and refused to leave. When someone passed by, they pretended to take pictures. When the figure turned back, they picked the most round and eye-catching orange one and took it off in the palm of their hand with lightning speed. Turning a corner, I saw another row of plum trees. Some are green, some are dull, and some are yellow, just like a brother and sister, waiting in line from small to large. The same tree is not ripe, there is always a sunny one, or a string of branches and leaves that turn yellow and red first. Under the mobile phone, the camera zooms in, the close-up is full, and its shape reminds me of things that I dare not think about, and my face is red and my ears are hot. In the circle of friends that night, I basked in the watery Li and Xing:? David lee, I'm coming; Apricot, you are ripe! ? It attracted a lot of wow.

the next morning, I woke up after four o'clock, and slipped out of the door at five o'clock and walked into Beijing in the morning. A rare sunny day, even more rare is a blue sky, with a moon overhead, like a person, so kind. My heart is startled. Isn't today April 22nd? It's my birthday! The warmth in my heart suddenly gushed out like a pipe. Today, 52 years ago, it was this dawn moment, and my first cry was announced with the rooster. I quickly photographed this rare sky, this special gift, a thin face in the pure blue sky. So I wrote:? Beijing this morning, the sky, like a postpartum mother: quiet and pure beauty. Blue is weak, blue is kind and blue is happy! Fifty-two years ago today, that is, at this time, the first person I saw for the first time was my mother! The moon in the blue sky, mom, I see you again! ?

So, I strolled under the apricot tree, picked three round and yellow apricots, and made them into a glyph. Just as the rising sun shines, it is covered with warm and bright gold. ? There are three students? Apricot? ! Express mail, address: Heaven. Recipient: My mother! ? Wechat was sent out, and I bowed respectfully to the moon. Mother and child talk, the heart is connected, and heaven and earth are direct!

The next study is step by step, and the morning and evening are free. When I was walking by the Hulu River, I watched the green calamus and reeds swaying, and the Italian poplar trees were full of colors. I looked like a romantic foreign uncle, dressed in upper body and bare legs, and rough and sexy under the setting sun. Time and space reversed, and for a moment I thought I was in my hometown Junshan, and I saw the wetland again, reliving the sunset of Haohe River.

When you come to Tangshan, not visiting Xiaotangshan Hospital is like visiting the Forbidden City in Beijing and the Oriental Pearl in Shanghai. You always feel a little weightless. The next morning, as usual, I went out at six o'clock and walked out of the closed compound. See the taxi? Mo? Bob, take his seat? Mo? A box is put on a car, that is, a motorcycle, like a miniature bus toy. Asked how much Tangshan Hospital cost first, he extended a hand: 5 yuan. He also asked about the Xiaotangshan Hospital where SARS was treated. He held out his hands: 1 yuan. The old man has a bronze face and smiles with corn teeth. When I arrived at Tangshan Hospital, I went down to take photos. In fact, Xiaotangshan Hospital, which fought against SARS, was next to Tangshan Hospital. There is a compound of about 3 acres. Now it's half medical and half hospital. The yard is overgrown with weeds and the gate is closed. The door is still there, but a wall is built behind it. I stood on a stone mountain outside the door and raised my mobile phone and slapped it. It turned out to be a deserted garden. The smoke is far away, but the battlefield still exists. When he left, Mobo said, Why is there no way out? I'll connect: No way. okay There is no way for any germs to get here! ? After saying this, I feel a little exaggerated. Looking at Moby's face in the fog, my face is also a little feverish. Honestly, have you ever talked about it? Sars? Outside the wall of color change, I am really a little daunting. However, fear is only a flash of consciousness, and then it is still daunting, awe and reverence, admiration and nostalgia for heroes, and awe of Tangshan. Back to the origin of the motorcycle, I gave it to 2 yuan, and Mobo only accepted 1 yuan. I said it was 2 yuan, and he said 1 yuan was 1 yuan!

it's natural to get along with each other day and night. A week's study will soon pass, whenever I see a begonia fruit whose name I just remembered in the morning light, and a pomegranate flower blooming like a firework in the evening light? I can't help but feel jealous. If I'm not here in autumn, who will have the beautiful fruit? Emotion once spread into smog. Until the eve of parting, under a row of cherry trees, a gardener said: If you had come half a month earlier, the cherries here would be so sweet. ? Like a flash of lightning, my melancholy was cut, and my mood was suddenly enlightened. Yes, I didn't come. The cherry was red and the flat peaches were picked. Here I am, apricot yellow and plum ripe. When I'm gone, the begonia is still ripe, and the pomegranate is different in color. The world is wonderful, and no one can keep it all. There are always some missed opportunities in life. But after all, I once had it. Apricot? Good? Lee? . That's enough! When I waved goodbye, I thought I saw? Lee? Including? Apricot? Eyes. It seems to be telling, wave away today, and come again tomorrow!

Author of this article: Lu Zongren (WeChat WeChat official account: Grassroots Narration)

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