Growing pains, I used to imagine my life as a mysterious and illusory sea. Reading the full text of the latest chapter of Music + Essay + Novel I always think that in the blue and fresh sea of life in my mind, the most beautiful paragraph is friendship. I will always believe that my friends will be the closest confidants in my life. Heaven! I am eternally thankful to God! Just like that, two good friends who are so close and so lovely are arranged by my side. Entering this class, I started without a single friend, without a single friend I knew. Just like the last leaf on the dead tree in autumn, swaying on the branches, lonely, let the bleak wind, the cool rain on me, I didn't have a friend at that time, no wind blew me, no rain drenched me. Suddenly, one day, a lovely wind and a playful rain broke into the inner world of poor "leaves", and just like that, the wind and rain took this leaf everywhere, and the three of us became inseparable friends. This is where the story of the three begins...... We talk about everything, talk about this and that, and always grow up with troubles

I used to imagine my life as a mysterious and illusory sea.

I always think that in the blue and fresh sea of life in my mind, the most beautiful part is friendship. I will always believe that my friends will be the closest confidants in my life.

Heaven! I am eternally thankful to God! Just like that, two good friends who are so close and so lovely are arranged by my side.

Entering this class, I started without a single friend, without a single friend I knew. Just like the last leaf on the dead tree in autumn, swaying on the branches, lonely, let the bleak wind, the cool rain on me, I didn't have a friend at that time, no wind blew me, no rain drenched me.

Suddenly, one day, a lovely wind and a playful rain broke into the inner world of poor "leaves", and just like that, the wind and rain took this leaf everywhere, and the three of us became inseparable friends. This is where the story of the three begins......

We talk about everything, say this and that, and never quarrel. "Wind" is a natural and unpretentious wind; "Rain" is a burst of rain that will blush and be happy if you are careful.

We learn to play and unite in one classroom. Even to and from school to stay together, laughing, crying, depressed together......

The school conducts exams every month, and has always been unafraid of the English test, handy leaves", on this test question, take it lightly, it just so happens that this time the test question is out of a corner, what the result must be very clear, careless leaf saw his test paper, quietly lay on the table, crying...... She had never scored 80 points, so she hated herself for being careless in the exam, missing a letter here and a word there.

"What's wrong with you? Hurry up! Yes! Get up! Did someone bully you? "Yezi" shook his head desperately, "Didn't do well in the exam?" "Leaf" shook his head vigorously. She is a person who does not want to pour out the words in her heart, swallows all the bitter water in her stomach, writes it in a diary, and often stays at home alone, looking up at the sky.

However, the friendship was destroyed at this very moment.

"Leaf, come with me to buy lollipops!" "Oh, I have a cold and don't want to go!"

"Good Luo! Come with me. "Forget it! Go to Luo yourself! ”

"Wind, accompany me to Luo! I crave candy! ”

"Huh! Go on your own! I've got something to do!"

"You go with me to Luo!"

……

"Hum ......" and "Rain" sat down in their chairs angrily.

"Huh? What are you doing? I have a lollipop! Who wants? "Come on! Bring it to me! Why don't you go yet?! ”

"Hmph, you eat lollipops! Don't buy it from me? I hurriedly explained, "It was bought for me by the wind. She still didn't speak. I hurriedly apologized and said, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, okay?" ”

"You're so boring!" "Rain" said. I was in a hurry, so I ignored her and sat in the front row to talk to others, and the "rain" followed.

She went to buy lollipops alone, and when she came back, she sat there alone, and I didn't take the initiative to talk to her because I was talking to my classmates, but "Wind" went. Because I thought at the time that our friendship wouldn't be ruined by a lollipop.

It's class, and the bell seems to be ringing something. Yes, foreshadowing a cold war. Read the full text of the latest chapter

I took the initiative to talk to her. She ignored me and playfully didn't talk to her again. I really don't know, we have a lot of things to say on weekdays, and I don't know how we spent these three days......

I also tried to do things to make her happy, and she just ignored me.

"Ah, forget it, don't ignore anyone, okay! The rain is also a momentary anger, I am a two-headed angry mouse, unbearable to death! "Wind" said anxiously.

That afternoon, we seemed to be reconciled, but there were still hurdles. We went home together, and I was holding the wind on the left, and she was holding the wind on the right, and I didn't say a word as they spoke.

The next day, we finally opened our long-sealed mouths and said something that made me happy and sad at the same time.

By the third day, she had already offered to stay and wait for me to go home with us, and we talked a lot along the way. Until now, we smile at each other kindly.

Whenever my friendship is traumatized, I will be sad and cry again on a cold night...... Mom also educated: "Every time you come back, for the sake of friendship, you only have sadness and crying, you should take the initiative to enhance your relationship with her!" ”

I also can't figure out whether to be sad or happy when I am reconciled......

Listen to the growth of life

There are thousands of things in nature, the wind has the sound of the wind, the rain has the sound of the rain, the people have words, and the birds have the words of birds...... The result is a reverberant and vibrant world. However, there is a peculiar sound flowing in my heart, which is richer than the form of any sound, more beautiful than the rhythm of any sound, and richer than the connotation of any sound, that is, the sound of life growth.

When I was a child, I lived in the countryside, and behind the old house was a bamboo forest, whether it was in the dead of night or in a stormy morning, the bamboo forest behind the house always played a variety of folk music. The breeze is blowing, the bamboo leaves you shoot me, I pat you, squeezing your shoulders and picking up your clothes, making a gentle rustling sound like a microwave, and the music is in your ears, which is a rare blessing in the world. And when the wind and rain are blowing, the bamboo forests near and far away play a symphony together, or one after another, or a group of bamboos reverberating, sitting in the old house and listening quietly, which is more comfortable than sitting in the recital hall and listening to the concert. Especially in the winter night, there is a sudden snowstorm, the dense bamboo forest because of the intersection of branches and leaves, the goose feather snow will soon be full of bamboo tops, you are sleeping, suddenly crackling a broken bamboo sound, and then a burst of bamboo branches falling down, then you know, it is "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year" again.

When we were children, we were carefree, and although agriculture was difficult and life was poor, our parents could not bear to let us go out to cut cattle and grass in the field to earn work like other children, braving the scorching sun or cold wind. At that time, more often than not, I was left at home to take care of my younger siblings, or to read and do my homework. However, my younger siblings did not need to take care of them themselves, and as long as the rural children could walk, they would run to play games with children of their own size, so it was common for me to stay at home alone and study the "sage books".

After all, I was still completely childlike at that time, and as long as my parents went out to work and left a cup of tea, I would throw away the books I had read over and over again and the homework I had done over and over again. So I opened the back door and decided to move a chair to the bamboo forest to enjoy the scenery and read the comic books. Sometimes, with the consent of their parents, they will move the books to the bamboo forest early to study, saying that it is false to study in the bamboo forest, even if they have books in their hands, it is just pretending, because their eyes are staring at the bamboo leaves. The bamboo leaves are always very boring to look at, because the leaves are like fairies of the nine heavens, and they often perform their own unique dances in front of me. For example, when the breeze comes, some of the bamboo leaves are flipped up and down, some are swaying from side to side, some are flipped up and down at first, and then swaying from side to side, and the most interesting thing is to draw circles with the tips of the bamboo leaves, as if a magician is going to hypnotize me.

While I was intoxicated by the dance of bamboo leaves, occasionally a piece of dirt would break down from above, and it was a masterpiece of bamboo shoots. In the summer, bamboo shoots grow very quickly, and the bamboo shoots often break through the hard mud or the rocks that are pressed on top of their heads, because the woodland is a slope, and the mud and stones roll down with the trend. Because the mother didn't pay attention to this phenomenon, she once heard the sound of stones rolling outside, and suspected that there was an ignorant child playing tricks, but she went out to look for a while but no one was found. At that time, I sued her that the bamboo shoots were the ghosts at that time, but my mother was still skeptical: "How can the bamboo shoots have so much strength?" "Mother didn't know that not only did this bamboo shoot have so much strength, but when it grew, you could even hear it break through the soil.

One day, in the middle of summer, my father and I moved our chairs to the bamboo forest to cool off. But I didn't want to sleep, so I went to the bamboo forest alone to watch the ants forage for food. Bamboo forests are indispensable for ants' homes, and a small forest often has more than a dozen ant nests. I like red ants because they look like the People's Liberation Army (PLA) in their outfits, and they are highly organized and disciplined, and they often fight in groups. There are often a lot of worms on the bamboo leaves, and they are often a hornet's meal, but I think it seems unfair to give such a meal only to the hornets, so I often go to pick the bamboo leaves that have been rolled up by the insects, and the worms in them are set aside to feed the ants. We call feeding ants locally "please ants", which is very vivid, because we do not put the worms directly into the ant's burrow, but specifically look for those patrols who wander around and are far away from the hole, after the patrol finds the prey, they will "go over the mountains and mountains" to run back to report the enemy's situation, and then the mighty red ant army marches majestically to the front line, and after rushing to the prey, the ants will drag the prey to their burrow, the scene is spectacular.

However, when I was "please ants", there was often a subtle sound that would reach my ear drums. There are snakes in the bamboo forest, and our parents often warn us not to play alone in the bamboo forest, so we are used to thinking of this sound as the sound of snakes. However, when we look for the source of the sound, we always fail to find it, because the sound is only occasionally remembered. On this very day, I clearly discovered the source of the sound, which was the mud crevice broken by the bamboo shoots, because this gap was next to the place where I invited the ants, and it was only about three feet away. I thought I had made a discovery, and the snake must be hiding in the crevice, but when I took the wire to pierce the crevice, I realized that there was nothing in it. Disappointed, I suspected I had misheard, and continued to watch the fierce battle between ants and worms. As soon as I crouched down, there was a slight creak in the crevice, and I didn't immediately disturb the crevice, but quietly and curiously fixed my eyes on the crack in the dirt. "Squeak!" The sound came out again, and the crack in the mud opened a little wider with the sound. Looking at the bamboo shoots in the cracks, I realized that the bamboo shoots had cracked the mud, and the soil dried faster through the leakage of sunlight, and the cracks were bigger. As for the sound, it was actually the sound of the rubbing of the soil and the bamboo shoots, and the bamboo shoots grew thicker and taller day by day in this sound. -- It turns out that it is the sound of life growing.

After work, my busy life exhausted all my time, and my parents followed me out of the old house and the countryside, and I never had the opportunity to hear the voice of life again. Even if she is still a child's daughter, I am afraid it is rare to hear that strange voice, and the voice that accompanies her daughter is nothing more than those noisy pop songs, the noise of live beauty pageants on TV, the scolding of parents urging them to complete their homework, and the exhortation of "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the generation is stronger than the next". Where can children who are oppressed by the burden of happiness day by day still find the idyllic joy, where can they hear the most beautiful growth of life in nature?

The love at the beginning of growth

Time is like water, and every bit is a trace of life. The silent water carries too much nostalgia, and each season flows with deep memories.

Recently, I have a lot of acne on my face, redness, swelling, inflammation, I desperately applied all kinds of ointments, and the mask was pasted one after another, but the small pimples are still unyielding, and the spring breeze blows and grows! It is said on the Internet that there are too many residual poisons in the body, easy to get acne, detoxification can nourish the skin, food supplements are better than medicine supplements, and food supplements are fungus! I hurriedly turned out the fungus in the shelf! Look, I don't like shopping, I don't like jewelry, but I'm a woman when it comes to skin care!

Quietly scrubbing the fungus, these little things were shriveled, black, inconspicuous, and had grown a lot in the water, and I rinsed them over and over again to remove impurities, and my fingers slid between their swarthy bodies.

Have you ever fished with earthworms from your garden? Have you ever fed newborn ducklings with cut barnyard grass? Have you ever let the red bloom overnight on an empty bottle of Wuchang White? After a rainy day, have you ever carried an iron jar to pick fungus from the fence?

I've had!

I still remember the brick house when I was a child, I still remember the wooden fence around the courtyard, and I still remember the creeping fungus on the rough skin outside the fence!

Every year in the north, it will always be in May and June, when the rain will be more, the temperature will rise, and the wooden fences of every household will be soaked in heavy rain and fog most of the time, and the air will become humid and warm, which is a good season for the growth of fungus.

After a rain, I like to wear rain boots with my sister, walk on muddy roads, hold the largest enamel tea jar in the house, and walk the streets and alleys to pick fungus. Soaked in rainwater, they are full, they are ostentatious, and we carefully separate them from the fence, comparing who is bigger and who is complete, even if the boots on our feet are deep in the mud.

It was my sister who started the idea, and she took us out of the house every time it was still dripping after the rain and took us to play this game that was more fun than a game. Before people woke up from the bleak rain, we had already begun to steal the gifts of nature!

To be honest, in our childhood, there was no computer, no TV, no parent-child class for us to do handicrafts, no books for us to swim around, and no parents to grow up with us, they were busy with their livelihoods all day long, and our childhood was all mixed up by ourselves!

When it comes to picking, it's more about the taste, whose vegetable garden is thriving, whose courtyard has a grape trellis to listen to Chang'e's words, a swing that can fly, whose house is better than ours, and whose window can smell the meat! At this time, there will always be someone who comes out of the house to see what we children are doing, and when they find that there is no malice, they go back. People are simple and wanton to spoil us. Only once, after a big wolf dog barked, rushed out of the yard and chased me for a few streets. The price of that time, in addition to losing a full tank of fungus, but also in exchange for half a month of high fever, I have always been afraid of cats and dogs and other animals, probably from that time!

When we came home, we would always pour them on the hot kang to dry, and when we watched them shrink into little flakes, and when we looked at them like the finished products sold in the store, we felt as if we had done something amazing! At that time, the fungus was a very affordable dish, and the fungus we collected was only when the guests were invited to the New Year's feast, and my mother was willing to take it out, or fried shredded pork, or cold salad, we always smiled proudly next to us, in fact, the most important thing is that sense of achievement, but at a young age to be able to do these things for the family, it is really a great honor.

Time flies, those small courtyards gradually disappear, and when we look down on the earth from the tall buildings, the pure natural things seem to be getting farther and farther away from us. The fungus mushrooms are all artificially cultivated, and the vegetables are sold back in season, so we can eat watermelon in winter, but we lose the sweetness of watermelon; We can eat frozen tomatoes in summer, but they only have an astringent taste; We enjoy the abundance and fullness of life, but we also lose a lot of the original!

Mom, are you doing laundry? So attentive! My daughter came over, and when she saw me contemplating and contemplating, she couldn't help but ask.

I told my daughter the story of my childhood, and my daughter listened to it with relish and said enviously: Mom, you were so interesting when you were young! Why is it called fungus, is it because it is the ear of a tree!

I was stunned! Is it?

……

I've seen you as before, clinging to the fence, silent,

Quietly waiting for me to come,

We have souls that are connected to each other,

In the course of a thousand years,

Very few people stop and listen to your faint breathing

The gentle rain seems to be a gentle soothing

You waited for me, and it seems that you are destined in the dark

……

I muttered to myself, and my daughter laughed: Mom, are you reading poetry? I laughed too: Baby, let us all be the ears of the earth!

Over the years, the memories of those childhood days flowed silently with the years, and the feelings for that era were like bubbles in the water, floating from the bottom of the water one by one, surging into my heart. So much beauty begins to carry the weight of the deposition of temperament at the beginning of the growth of life. Without the cry of the cooing bird, I still woke up from a good night's sleep. I lay on the balcony again and again, watching the mountains in the distance change from green to yellow, and I was melancholy! Over the years, when I come back unrecognizable, will there still be moss to greet my heavy legs on the fun dirt road? Who else cherishes a piece of qiē here, like me, like my tears?

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