Goodbye My First Love (Short Story) Zhang Baotong

When I got home, I was anxious to visit the New Year, but my mother wouldn't let me go, saying that the New Year was gone. It was half a year after I left my hometown, I don't know what strange illness I had, and I suddenly fainted on the way out of school, and before I could reach the county seat, I died. When I heard the news, I was so sad that I hid at home and cried for three days.

I saw two cranes on TV, flying leisurely in the swamp. One day, however, one of them was gone, and the other searched everywhere, but could not find it, and then died quickly in melancholy. I think New Year's and I are those two cranes. If I hadn't left him, how could he have died in melancholy? I thought that if I could resurrect him, I would give up everything for him, return to the peaceful and peaceful countryside, and live lovingly with him for the rest of my life.

In order not to make me sad, my mother let me go back to my second uncle's house early. Soon after, I was accepted into a prestigious university. After graduating with a master's degree, I was placed on campus and married a young teacher at the school who studied in the United States. After that, we had children. A few years later, my husband went to the United States again. I also teach while taking the children. Although it was busy, I went home a few times. Every time I went home, I wanted to go to the New Year's grave and talk to him, but my mother was afraid that it would irritate Huang's mother, so she never let me go.

Now I'm going to the United States to find a new life, and I don't know where he is buried. If you don't visit him again, I'm afraid that there will be no time and opportunity in the future. The strong impulse made me decide at once: I should go home at once, visit his grave, burn a handful of paper, light a few sticks of incense, talk to him, say goodbye, so as to send my sorrow and fulfill my wish.

In order not to affect the child, I put my ten-year-old child at my mother-in-law's house and returned to my hometown by high-speed train. After getting off the high-speed train, I drove for another hour on a minibus, and a motorcycle sent me to the river. This is where I was once rescued by the New Year. However, the small stone bridge is gone, replaced by a reinforced concrete bridge that can cross cars. The old school is gone, and it has been turned into a small processing plant.

I got off the bus by the bridge and walked on the country road I had walked countless times. The path is deserted and there are no pedestrians in sight. It's close to the end of the year, and it's the coldest season of the year in my hometown. Although it was early afternoon, the sky was gray and gloomy, as if it was going to rain. The cold wind blowing from the river swept through the vast and damp fields, and it was very cold. In the boundless emptiness, bursts of firecrackers are heard from a distance from time to time, which makes people seem to smell a strong nostalgia for their hometown.

When I came back, my mother was so happy that she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. However, when I said that we were going to settle in the United States, my mother's face sank, her brow furrowed for a while, and she asked me, "Can you not go?" I said, "No, Wei Hua has been there for a long time, and she has been hoping that we can go there sooner." Besides, Wei Hua has worked a lot hard for this. ”

Mother stopped talking, just buried her head in the cooking. I sat down in front of the pot and kept adding wood to the hearth to make a fire. The light of the fire was reflected in my mother's face, and when I saw her crying, I got up to wipe her tears. However, the more the mother's tears were wiped.

I know that all mothers in the world are like that. They want their children to fly high and far, but they don't want them to fly out of their sight. And I had to fly not only out of my mother's field of vision, but also to the edge of the sky where even my mother didn't know where she was.

This is the ambivalence of the old people in the countryside. They hope that you can grow up quickly, be able to make a living, leave this poor country, and find a better life. But they don't want you to get too far away, but if you don't stay far from here, how can you get out?

The next morning, I wanted to go to the middle school of the past. My mother said that the township middle school had been converted into a central primary school, and that the students had to take a bus to Linxiang Middle School, 20 miles away, to enter junior high school. Actually, I didn't really want to see the school, but I wanted to relive the old love of my first love. Because the road leading to the countryside has recorded the feelings and love of many of my girls.

The path was still so crooked and straight, showing no signs of age or change. At that time, we were already deeply in love, and no one could do without anyone, and when we didn't see each other for a day, we were anxious and anxious. However, we were able to be together almost every day. We walked together to school and came home from school. However, we are both shy, always seem dignified and reserved, and want to make a good impression on each other. Therefore, when we walked together, we just casually talked about things at home and in the class, and we didn't dare to look at each other with straight eyes. Sometimes, when you are bold enough to look at each other, your heart will be sweet for days. The most frustrating and annoying thing is Sunday, when school has a day off. On this day, when I didn't go to school, I could only look at the books blankly, but I missed him all the time.

However, walking on this path again, time has passed, things are wrong, and I will never see that handsome and intelligent boy again, and I will never hear the innocent and happy laughter. Revisiting the old relationship can only make me sad and grief, and my heart is ready to cry.

When I walked to the lake next to the road, I stopped, sat on the grass, and looked at the lake with affection. Actually, it is not a lake, but a larger reservoir. But we locals call it the Blue Lagoon. There is a section of the lake that we have to go to school and go home. We often walked along and enjoyed the scenery of the Lake District. Especially in March, when the spring flowers bloom, the shallow shore of the lake will be full of large patches of Yingshan red. At the beginning of the sunny day after the rain, the flowers were bright red and gorgeous, like red silk flames, burning in the new green full of spring. That day, I was so fascinated by the view that I had to go down to the lake to pick flowers. In the New Year, he was afraid that the downhill road would be slippery, so he took me by the hand and led me to the lake. There are a lot of flowers in our mountains, there are chrysanthemum spring flowers, white jasmine flowers, and many unknown yellow, purple and white flowers, but I like this kind of passionate and unrestrained Yingshan red. We picked a handful, took it home, filled a bottle with water, and raised the flowers, but within a few days, the flowers withered. So, I picked some more for me in the New Year. However, it didn't take long for the saffron to disappear. I knew it was past its flowering season and I wanted to pick it until the next year.

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