In the depths of each person's soul there is a shrine of their own, and a thorny rose is enshrined that is not allowed to be seen by others. Every time I look back, my heart will be pierced with blood by the sharp thorns, and I try to forget but I can't do it.

No matter how much the heart hurts, no matter how painful it is, it will be watered over and over again with its own suffering. Until its roots are rooted in its own life, into its own soul. People are like this, there is an indelible past in their hearts, they will always touch the scene and feel sad, and most of them can't escape and forget.

Maybe in front of others, you can pretend that you don't care, and the four are empty. As the years pass quietly, you will still deceive yourself and say to yourself: I have long forgotten him (her), because I have already burned the diary of that year, and torn the photos of that year to shreds and gone with the wind.

In the dead of night, when you are lonely and helpless, when you are alone...... Maybe a bouquet of flowers blooms, a leaf falls, a light breeze, a drop of rain, or even an inadvertent injury, the door of memories that seems to have been sealed for many years will suddenly open, and the night is knocking on the door of your heart again.

The scenes of the past will appear in front of you, as if yesterday was not far away, as if Qiushui Yiren is in front of you, just a stone's throw away, so clear, so real, so charming, so charming.

Nishino flipped through his diary for many years and casually flipped through the pages. Suddenly, on September 1, 96, I saw that page was written in blue ink, which was particularly conspicuous.......

The sky is vaguely clear in September, and the breathless heat of summer is long gone. The air in the mountains is exceptionally refreshing, and the winding mountain road is full of thick leaves, and when you step on it, you will make a soft rustling sound under your feet. From time to time, there is a crisp birdsong in the forest, which rhymes, but makes the surroundings quieter.

Today is the first day of registration for the fourth class of S County No. 1 High School. Nishino's family lives in a small mountain village 90 miles away from the county seat, and in order to save more than a dozen yuan in fare, Nishino moved a Phoenix brand bicycle out.

In order to be able to get to school early, Nishino got up as soon as it was dawn, prepared the family's meal by himself, hastily ate a little rice, said a simple goodbye to his family, and set off from home with his bicycle. Today, he is in a very comfortable mood, for the sake of that college dream, his stubborn father finally agreed to let him go to the fourth year of high school.

Originally, my father had promised to send Nishino in person the night before, but Nishino got up early in the morning and thought that it was such a long way to go back and forth, and his luggage was not much—only a set of quilts and a few clothes that he had changed on weekdays, and the rest were only a few books, cups, toothbrushes and other small things, which together were only forty or fifty pounds. This weight is not difficult for an eighteen-year-old country boy who has been accustomed to all kinds of farm work since he was a child. So he asked his father not to accompany him, and it was not the first time he was out of the house, and he had also been to Guangzhou Sanyuanli to work during the summer vacation of his freshman year of high school!

When she went out, her mother kept sending Nishino to the entrance of the village. Stuffed a few hard-boiled eggs to Nishino: "Baby, your brother will go to college in the provincial capital in a few days, and the tuition fee has not yet been paid." My mother still has to raise some money, so I won't give it to you. ”

"It's eggs again, you want me to eat eggs for the exam, it's so unlucky!" Nishino blocked his mother's withered bark-like hands.

"I said what's wrong with your baby, my mother finally got the eggs, but I don't want it. It was all taught by the old man, ......," said the mother, and she couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

"Mother. I was wrong, don't cry. It's not good for people to see. I'll just take the eggs. Nishino took the egg from his mother's hand, still steaming it.

"Good, good. It's okay if my mother doesn't cry. Baby, remember to study hard. My mother doesn't read much and can't speak. ”

"Hmm. Mother, I remember. ”

"It's still the same sentence, it's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out. I have to work hard in cram school, and if I am admitted next year, I want your father to make you a celebration wine in a beautiful manner. ”

"Mother, let's talk about it when I get in. You go back, it's already a long way away. ”

"Then the mother will go back......"

Nishino pushed his bicycle for a long distance, and when he climbed over a mountain beam, he stood on the side of the mountain road and looked back, and saw his mother standing in place. In the faint morning light, her thin and thin figure was still very clear, her mother stood there, looking silently, and when she saw her son turn around, she waved her hand vigorously, asking Nishino to leave quickly.

My mother could read a few words and dropped out of primary school after only two years of primary school. It was a difficult three-year period when the people of the whole country were tightening their belts and surviving their lives, and coupled with the patriarchal mentality in the countryside, many girls never even managed to enter the school gate, so they followed their parents to work in the fields.

My mother didn't understand any profound truths, and she couldn't speak the words she heard. But in her simple heart, she has always regarded reading as the only way to change her destiny. Of the three sons, only Nishino is now not admitted to university and has to continue tutoring. No matter how difficult life at home was, no matter how hard the labor was, she never complained.

Nishino knows that in her mother's heart, she can't rest assured of herself the most. Because of the three brothers, only he was born with a high degree of myopia, and he couldn't adapt to the life of farming in the countryside at all. I must get out of this endless mountains and fly in the wider sky outside, only in this way can I be worthy of my mother's years of nurturing grace, so that she can no longer worry about her future all day long.

"Mother, I will not let you down, I will definitely work harder in the cram school, and I will definitely be admitted to the university! No matter how bitter it is, no matter how tired it is! Nishino silently clenched his fists while secretly swearing in his heart.

Nishino grew up in the mountains since he was a child, and when he was seven or eight years old, he had already followed his father or brother up the mountain to chop firewood and go into the water to fish, of course, there was no sister or sister at home, and more often than not, Nishino was feeding pigs and dogs, pulling pigweed, and sharing housework for his mother.

In the early 80s of the 20 th century, China's rural areas had just implemented the household responsibility system, and the common people in many places were still struggling on the poverty line. There is a lack of material, and cultural life is basically blank. If anyone has a black and white TV at home, they have a face.

As soon as it got dark, people had an early dinner, and the neighbors, both adults and children, brought their own stools, and all came to the house with a TV set to report for duty, and all of them were crowded into a hall to enjoy the TV series. If the host is generous, he will prepare some melon seeds, fruits and the like, and people eat snacks with relish, rarely making loud noises, until the TV series is broadcast, and everyone is reluctant to leave.

Like the Nishino family, a family with a lot of labor and little labor, every year in May and June, when there is no harvest, there is no surplus food, and they can only rely on borrowing grain to live. Adults work in the fields all day long, so naturally they don't have much time to take care of their children, maybe the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and Nishino has developed a hard-working and self-reliant character since he was a child. From elementary school to junior high school, and then to the graduation of the third year of high school, Nishino's academic performance was at the top of his class. If it weren't for the sudden onset of rubella before the exam and the grogginess in the examination room, there would not be much suspense about being directly admitted to the university in the new year.

Nishino's childhood can be said to have been spent in poverty, but it was also happy and lucky. In their village, few children of the same age can successfully complete the junior high school examination and enter high school, and even fewer are in the fourth year of high school.

Nishino understands that like himself, he has neither complex interpersonal relationships as a background, nor strong economic strength as a backer, and if he wants to change his destiny and get ahead, the only way is to study and go to university.

Now that I have fallen off the list, I am going to go to my senior year of high school, and my family has to increase excess expenses. In such an environment, Nishino believes that as long as he works hard, his dream of going to university will be realized.

Arriving at the asphalt road, Nishino jumped on his bicycle and pedaled as fast as he could. He had to arrive at the cram school before the end of school, otherwise there would be no place to sleep at night. Along the way, the sun is getting bigger and bigger, but luckily it's autumn, so you have to bake it into a pancake.

The pedestrians on the road came in twos and threes, casting strange glances from time to time, which made Xiye feel a little unhappy: "I'll just ride a bicycle, and it's not a motorcycle, what do you see?" In order not to let pedestrians see that he was going to tutoring, he stared at the bicycle faster.

Four hours later, Nishino finally arrived at the campus of the county No. 1 middle school in a sweat. He didn't know anyone, so he finally found the teacher in the dilapidated teaching building of the cram school, and after the hurried enrollment procedures were completed, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Nishino walked out of the dormitory, and while there was no class today, he wanted to go around, first familiarize himself with the school environment, and buy some necessary daily necessities by the way.

S County No. 1 Middle School is located at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is very beautiful. The school covers an area of about 1,200 acres, which is not very large and not very small. There are several rockeries and ponds between the teaching building and the teaching building, there are small bridges and pavilions on it, there is gurgling water under it, and a large piece of Nanzhu grows next to the rockery, which is thick and lush. Under the bamboo forest, there is a good chapter stone table, surrounded by several stone benches, the stone benches are very smooth, there is no trace of dust on them, presumably there are many students here to read and have fun on weekdays.

From the dormitory to the shop in front of the school, you have to pass through a cement road lined with maple trees and red maple leaves. Walking on such a path, it is like entering a fairy tale world far from the mundane.

The picturesque campus scenery in front of him, thinking that he would spend a year of tutoring life in such a beautiful campus, and use his fiery youth to compose that flower-like future, Xiye couldn't help but feel a heroic feeling in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that there were many classmates around him who were in a hurry, there was really a desire to look up to the sky and roar, and have a fierce impulse to recite Yue Wumu's "Man Jianghong".

"Classmate, can you help?" Just as Nishino was looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him and was fascinated, a crisp and sweet voice sounded behind him.

Nishino looked back and saw that it was a girl who was about 1.63 meters tall, dressed plainly, with clear eyebrows and a little dark skin. The girl carried a large backpack with a large khaki travel bag and a navy blue suitcase that looked heavy at her feet.

The girl's face was slightly reddened and covered with fine beads of sweat, presumably she had brought these things in from the outside alone.

"You're a freshman? Do you check in first, or do you bring your things to the dorm first? "Nishino has always been a warm-hearted person, not to mention that helping a girl carry something is just a gesture.

"No, I'm here for tutoring, I just read it on the bulletin board at the school gate, I'm in the second class of Wen, and I live in Building 401, Girls' Dormitory 1. It was a lot of struggle for me to carry these things up to the fourth floor by myself, so I ...... "The girl was a little embarrassed."

"It's okay, I'm also a senior in high school, and I happen to be free. You just said you were in the second class of Wen? Such a coincidence? We're still in the same class. My name is Nishino, so please help me in the future. Nishino spoke as he took the suitcase lever from the girl's hand, and then prepared to pick up the big travel bag.