At that time, if he hadn't met Liu Zhiqiang's parents, wouldn't his fate have intersected with him?

Stretched out his arm, pursed his lips to Chunzao, who can change the destined thing? Don't think about it, continue to code:

Whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, the season of parting will always appear again and again at the fork in the road of life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The farewell school gate, the farewell bus station, and the farewell train station, there are no tears, no enthusiastic embrace, but it is simple and unpretentious. They are all sincere blessings, not mixed with falsehood, nor perfunctory.

Carrying two bags of professional books, tutoring materials, and a thick diary, plus a few pieces of clothes he carried, Xiao Yu jumped on a tricycle and ran home with a body of dust.

The wheels rolled, I fell asleep and woke up, woke up and slept, and when the sound of "woo~woo" sounded not long after, the train finally stopped.

Xiao Yu got out of the car and once again stepped on this land that was both familiar and unfamiliar, turning and turning, walking in a hurry, and his home was at the end of this road.

The big poplar tree, the big poplar tree that you often see in your dreams, do you still remember my old appearance? There were thousands of waves in my heart, and I couldn't help but stop, Xiao Yu looked up at the big poplar tree.

The big poplar tree that has broken the branch and scratched Xiao Ling's clothes, and the big poplar tree that has listened to Xiao Yu's inner confession, are still luxuriant, not sad or happy. Standing quietly, like a generous elder, waiting for the return of the wanderer.

The sunlight is hidden among the dense branches and leaves, and with the wind blowing, it flashes with a halo and casts on the ground, mottled and blurred, revealing a faint sadness. The cicadas chirp and chant for a long time, telling the scorching and short-lived life.

Standing under the tree, looking intently, the home not far away is still the original red brick and wood windows and flat roof, and you can vaguely see the tall chimney behind the building.

Is there a father's gaze in the open window, and is there a busy figure of a mother in the small kitchen?

After three years and three years of virtual growth, dear parents and fathers, my daughter is back, are you okay?

The three years of college life have become a thing of the past in a flash, and the days of carelessness are as plain as water.

Mom and Dad, can you believe that there are only five things left for your daughter to remember deeply, and only five things to remember in three years! How boring it must be!

Mom and Dad, don't worry, the journey is tiring, and let the daughter rest.

Big poplar, big poplar, my wish tree, I'm back, let me tell you first.

The first thing, of course, was on the day of the report.

I remember going out before dawn, saying goodbye to you, trains, cars, tricycles, tossing all the way, and when I walked into the school gate, it was already dark.

I was deeply touched by the patience and thoughtfulness of five or six enthusiastic people who looked like seniors, and the fatigue quickly dissipated.

I still remember vividly the wires on one side of the gate, the lights on, and mosquitoes flying in the lights. A few tables were set up there, and a red banner was pulled among the trees behind them, which read "Warm welcome to new students!".

The second thing was that less than a month after I entered the school, I started to lose my hair and have stomach problems.

Holding the entangled locks of hair that fell out, I was very distressed, worried that I would become bald. After thinking about it and thinking about it, I made a painful decision, took a tricycle, changed buses, and went to a barber shop in the county to have my tomboy head cut.

It took more than a year to get better, but at the cost of my hair becoming more and more yellow, and my body becoming thinner and thinner.

The third thing is that there are few students in the school, especially the male classmates, and there are even fewer male classmates.

Scarcity is expensive, and male classmates naturally become particularly attractive treasures. Enjoying the high-end treatment of the stars holding the moon, he naturally looks up to himself and feels that he is the hero in the TV series and the hero in the movie.

I don't like to be like other female classmates, often applying a little powder, and flying around those treasures like butterflies, so as to find a good husband, or to find fun in this misery and pass the boring time. As a result, until now, there has been no real flower protector around me.

I haven't learned the local dialect yet, I haven't climbed the mountain behind the school, and I haven't been to the Qingshui Temple behind the mountain, so I'm busy taking photos, writing parting messages, and busy with all kinds of small gatherings.

These willingnesses and unwillingness to speed up the rotation of the hour hand, and in a blink of an eye, it is time to return home.

What should I do? What should I say? Although I don't like this land, this school, but after all, this is the place where I have lived and studied for three years, even if it is not a wild goose, I have to leave some traces, right?

So, I did two more things.

The good daily necessities were all given to the old lady who was scavenging near the school.

The old lady had no children, no daughters, no husband, and was lonely. He was often in tattered clothes and hungry, but he never stole anyone's things, nor disturbed anyone's quietness, but always came and went quietly.

Although I didn't say a few words to the old lady, I always felt sorry for her in my heart, and I knew that if I left here, I would still worry about her. It's cold and hot, where to live, can't do more for her, just leave something for her, she will definitely use it.

The last thing I did was to bundle up novels, magazines, newspapers, and unused notebooks in three or four bundles and leave them to the eighth in the lower bunk.

Oh, the eighth child's name is Li Chunling, the youngest sister in our dormitory, and we all call her the eighth child. She is not tall and has big eyes, she is another friend I have made on this campus, second only to Wang Hong, and I like her kindness and gentleness.

Her family lives in the poor countryside, and she says that no matter how far she travels, she will bring it back to her hometown to give to her two younger sisters.

They all like to read books, but they can only borrow from east to west, but they can't borrow a few of the kind of books they want to read. They love to write, but they don't have a lot of pen and paper to use, so they often write once with a pencil, erase it and write it a second time, or even a third time, until it is no longer thin.

They're really sensible.

Looking at Lao Ba's shining eyes, I really wanted to hug her and pat her, but I was afraid that I would cry......

Another burst of cicadas and another breeze woke up Xiao Yu who was muttering to himself.

Looking back at the big poplar tree again, feeling the shallow and deep wrinkles on the trunk, I couldn't help but wet my eyes.

I'm back, I'm back again, does the first love buried here remember me?

When can I open my heart and embrace life? When can I enjoy life without being burdened by my family?

O big poplar, my wish tree, can you tell me?

Here, work, love, being a wife and a mother are logical, it is the life I am about to start, can I do it well?

What kind of life will I usher in in the days to come? What kind of books will be pinned to the pages that are about to be opened?

Xiao Yu stood under the big poplar tree like this, looking in the direction of his home.

She saw that time was condensed into a line, childhood, youth, youth, as if it was just a blink of an eye, and the little girl who was bumpy on the big truck no longer had her innocent and immature smiling face, and she had changed her appearance and heart.

Alas, after a sigh, it was reviewed and reviewed, changed and changed, saved, and turned off. It's late at night, Qiu Shi's house is quiet, and I'm asleep, right? Xiang Chunzao straightened up, this time I really should go to sleep.