Hello everyone.

Yes, I have always liked classical poetry and classical novels. In addition to writing, I often read a lot of beautiful prose. Personally, I think that reading more beautiful articles can make people's minds quiet and peaceful. Moreover, I think that literature is the best sustenance for the soul. Therefore, in the future writing process, I will additionally post articles that can make people feel good in the mood of the work for everyone to read.

The following is a classic American essay that I like very much for everyone to enjoy.

Article title: The years are at a loss

Author: Qi Jiu

Type: Reprinted from "Classmates"

When I saw Gong Fan again, I stood around the corner and was stunned for a long time. The sky is the dark gray of the twilight, and time is a staggered web, a certain time, a certain place, someone, but a fate that goes round and round.

(a)

In the poem, it is written that "Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums". Between me and him, if I think about it seriously, I'm afraid I can also afford the four words of childhood sweetheart. At that time, his parents joked that when he was a child, he almost gave you a baby kiss, but he only smiled, revealing crescent-like eyebrows.

Living in a big yard, they were able to make a family wine together when they were young. He was three days older than me, and when he was very young, he tugged at my pigtails and coaxed me to call him brother. I don't want to, whether it's White Rabbit Toffee or Red Apple. I had been listening to his parents say that when he could only walk and not speak, I could sit on the couch and instruct him to run errands.

The sequelae is that he is still silent. When he was four or five years old, he was thin and small, and by the time he was seven or eight years old, he was not much stronger except for being taller.

But he can take me by the hand and take me home. Even after all these years, some of the past still have blurred images. At first, after the first week of school, parents usually came to pick me up, but for some reason, our parents didn't come, so he and I stood on the playground and watched the big white clouds drifting through the sky. At four or five o'clock, the sky had not yet darkened, and he asked, do you dare?

I don't remember how I crossed the street and crossed the traffic, but I knew that I was scolded by my parents when I went back, and when I arrived at school the next day, I was also criticized by the teacher and punished for duty. At that time, I was indignant at him on the other side with the garbage basket, and he was only stupid: Do you want to try again today?

(b)

There are a lot of girls of the same age in the yard, and everyone is in the same class, and gradually they make an appointment to go home together after class. As the only boy, he is often shy enough to walk at the back of the line. I don't like to talk much, so I'm probably with him too.

From school to home, you have to pass through kindergartens, residential areas, guest houses, hospitals. The road is still only asphalt, and in the summer heat, oil will come out, and it will feel sticky when you step on it in cheap sandals. There are always wild flowers and grass on the roadside, and the dog's tail grass can be torn off and can be played around the fingertips for a long time. When I was young, I had a lot of fun with everything, and I would squat down and study beautiful stones when I saw them. So often we walk for half an hour as long as ten minutes, and the road is full of laughter.

He wasn't as noisy as the other boys, and he was able to smile at the sky or the flowers with us. It's a bit too much.

(c)

When I got home, I naturally did my homework first. Most of them are in the small courtyard of our house, moving a few tall square benches, and then one person takes a short maza, and competes with each other, and occasionally you can ask him. His grades are not too good, and I am half a pound and eight taels, but he is better than meticulous, at least four calculations are never wrong, and he can help me check them after he finishes them.

Sometimes he will directly leave him at home to eat, and the neighborhood relationship has always been good, and he doesn't have to push it away. The two children are together, and the home-cooked food is also extraordinarily delicious. At that time, I was able to blatantly sandwich to him the vegetables I didn't like, such as the yolk of an egg, such as cabbage leaves, and such as fatty meat. He wasn't annoyed, he smiled well-behaved, and he had the style of a big brother.

(iv)

After dinner, my companion came to play with me, and naturally he was dragged out. Kicking shuttlecocks, throwing sandbags, marbles, he is watching from the sidelines, and he will also participate in the rise, but he is always clumsy. Then he was given a job to hold the rubber band as we danced the rubber band, and he could stand under the sunset all the time, and the shadow of the tree gradually moved from his left shoulder to his right. With him, there is also a safe guarantee, at least when you are about to fall, someone will come to help you, and you can jump with extra peace of mind.

After that, he became the protagonist of the family wine, without him, the only boy. But he is always wooden and silent, and he always blushes when he reads the lines he has set. I pinched his palm on the side, and there was a thin layer of sweat, and it was warm.

(5)

Every morning I was the only one who called him, and in the winter, through the thick fog, over the tall aspen tree, up the slight slope, to knock on his door. At that time, he was probably still sorting out his schoolbag, and Gong's mother would stuff him with milk. When he went out, he handed me the whole box. I didn't like it, but he insisted that he hated the taste, and he was just forced to do so. I just took it very politely.

The words of the two of us will go very fast, because we will avoid too much tedious fighting, only talk about some gossip, yesterday's homework, the book to memorize in the last Chinese class, the milky cat next door gave birth to a small one, and the dog of so-and-so barked very loudly last night.

Once, when we were walking on the road, we saw movement in the grass beside the road, and when we came up to see it, it was actually a small hedgehog. It seemed to be wounded, curled up in a ball. He picked it up through thick gloves and carried it in his pocket to school.

I went to him at the end of the first class and touched the animal in the hole in the table with my hand, which was frightened and funny. No one wanted to play with him, and naturally no one would join in the fun, so I looked at the hedgehogs in a clump and watched him quietly, and felt that I was his only best friend.

(f)

But he didn't have a lot of trouble. When I kicked a stone and smashed my neighbor's window, I pulled me up and fled, and told me not to tell the adult, although in the end I was dragged to admit my mistake. Once, when everyone was not there, only I went home with him, he dragged me to the small river behind the hospital to catch tadpoles and touch shrimp, and got a body of water but didn't catch anything, and went back to tell my parents that I had stayed at school to do duty, but the water stains on my clothes could not be covered. There was also a rainy day when I stepped on a depression with big rubber shoes and splashed everywhere, making me covered in muddy water.

All his little malicious jokes, will be directed at me.

"Why?" Once I asked him.

He shoved the candy he had bought with his pocket money into my hand and walked forward with his head held high, "Because you are my good friend." ”

(g)

During the winter and summer vacations, I would go to him to play, watch cartoons and eat snacks together. Often he does a math homework and copies mine by the way; I helped him write the language, and I also had to write everyone's diary.

The diary of an elementary school always starts with "today". I wrote the year, month, day and weather in his diary with a light yellow cover, and the beginning was always that I was playing with Su Weiran today......

In those quiet years, there were also some big things happening, such as learning to ride a bicycle.

He will step on it in a few days, I can't, I'm timid, I don't dare after a fall. He volunteered to supervise me, and my parents weren't watching. I wanted to pick a son, and he naturally coaxed him in every possible way, and then he patted his chest and promised to hold it firmly in the back.

Push the cart to the bottom of the slope first, and if you take a few steps, you will grit your teeth and jump up, you will not grasp the direction at all, and you will fall crookedly in a few steps. If he can't hold it, he will block it and use it as a meat pad for me, although it still hurts.

When all my classmates were riding bikes and only I couldn't, only Gong Fan would accompany me. Pushing his small bicycle, he walked through hospitals, guest houses, residential areas, kindergartens in the cold, and returned the same way in the twilight.

Later he will finally be manned. I sat firmly in the back seat, letting the whirring wind pass in my ears.

It was in the fifth grade. Time flows like water.

(viii)

The "Little Orange Lantern" in the Chinese textbook made us envious for a long time, he told me that the method was very simple, I didn't believe it, and finally on the first snowy day of winter that year, he came to my house with a few oranges, with his clothes in his pocket, looking stupid.

OrangesWhen I told him that there were oranges at home, he just laughed. Gently rub a few times, use a knife to peel off a thin layer of skin on the top, but when hollowing out the oranges, there is no experience, breaking one after another, after a large pile of oranges are peeled, there is no forming.

He blushed slightly at my laughter, and looked away at the white expanse outside the window, "Let's go build a snowman." ”

The snow wasn't heavy that year, just enough to cover the roof. Evergreen trees such as osmanthus have a clear layer of ice on their leaves through the overnight freeze. Naturally, the snowman couldn't be piled up, so he carefully knocked down a vein-shaped transparent ice cube from the leaves and placed it in the palm of my hand. With colorful astigmatism, clear and beautiful.

(ix)

When he was in junior high school, he moved to a place called Liuhe. He came to me the day before he left, and it seemed that he was going to finish the rest of his life. He borrowed my book in the past and brought it, dropped a copy of Bingxin's "Stars and Spring Water" and the puzzles in the instant noodles he had saved before, a set of Water Margin, I coveted it for a long time, he refused to do so, and finally gave it to me; There are also models that were once boasted.

I laughed and said no, and he said maybe I won't see each other again.

I looked at his smile and suddenly became sad. At that time, I didn't know how to say goodbye, but my heart was full of depression.

He said Su Weiran, you have to learn to ride a bicycle, I'll go to see who will carry you: he said Su Weiran, don't always think about copying other people's math problems, you have to learn to do it yourself; He said, Su Weiran, go play with me when you are free.

(x)

Since then, I have studied in various cities, met many people, and made many friends. But there is no man who can accompany me through the sunrise and sunset.

Every year during the winter and summer vacations, I would still go home, walk past the hospital, the guest house, the residential area, the kindergarten, the elementary school, and return the same way, and then walk up the slope, walk past the location of his old house, walk through the path, the riverside, the ridge, the poplar trees, and the severe cold and heat.

He gave me a pot of flowers, which were asked to be planted by the teacher in the labor class in elementary school, but in the end they withered and did not see the flowers. I also gave my little hedgehog, although we watched it die together. I bought a big red balloon with my pocket money, and I accidentally released it. He also flew a kite with me, wrapped it in a tree, and it was he who climbed up to catch it, and then re-caught it with a thin line, and it could still be lifted to the sky.

And I would help him put on a red scarf every morning, help him get rid of the milk he didn't like to drink, help him copy new words in Chinese class, and urge him to memorize texts. Don't laugh when he's clumsy, tell him what to look out for, and try to let him in the fun. In the end, I made a small orange lantern for him, and smiled proudly and openly at the surprised eyes. I kept the pebble he gave me, soaked in a beautiful glass, and imagined it to be a rain stone.

(xi)

Later, I still didn't go to Liuhe, it is a gentle town with a beautiful name in my mind. Maybe he has to ride his bike through the narrow alleys every day, smiling in the fresh air.

When I was in high school, I was told that he had a girlfriend with long, fluffy black braids. I remember when I was a kid he used to pull my hair and call it a horn, but now it's a crisp short haircut.

And I see him now, standing quietly on the slight slope, as if waiting, as if he had been there all along.

I think everyone has had their own childhood plums and bamboo horses. At an age when you don't know how to love and like, you are willing to give him or her all the good things.

Then separate. And then grow.

It turns out that it is not the years that pass by at any time, but us.