In the end, he was unable to go to Jingyun and not see his cousin.

I couldn't go to the appointment two years later.

It's not because he doesn't work hard, but that all the effort doesn't necessarily have the reward he imagined, or, some stories, at the moment of the beginning, have already written the ending.

After the end of the third grade, he became the darling of Liujiacun and the most proud student in the eyes of the teacher.

And Mr. Zhang also taught him from the third grade until the fifth grade.

He even thought that Teacher Zhang would stay with him until he was sent to the bus to Jingyun with a smile.

Since May in the late spring and early summer, Mr. Zhang has been with him in the big competition, and he has lived up to his expectations, taking back one certificate after another, and winning one honor after another for Liujiacun School.

Just like the eldest aunts in the village, he will be a good seedling to go to college.

Mr. Zhang has also been more than once, he will be admitted to B University, and he will go to N University at the worst.

Although he didn't know the difference between B University and N University, he just felt that it was his dream to go to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.

The four seasons are reincarnated, and time flies.

With the warm winter sun, reading, reading the change of the four seasons and the flow of time, reading the flowers blooming and falling and the clouds rolling up, reading the dusk and sunset afterglow, reading the bean blossom lantern shadow and the willow tips on the moon, reading persistent dreams and perseverance......

Suddenly, he was amazed to find that the sun was shining brighter again, and the green leaves outside the window were much more leafy, but since that June he had not heard any more from his cousin, nor had he heard any more news about him.

Looking at the hourglass that had slowly faded into a light blue on the corner of the table, his heart suddenly tightened, and May had arrived again.

The season of late spring and early summer.

Came and shoved him gently, soundly, you see.

As soon as he turned around, he saw out the window, the girl with a high ponytail from the next class walking past the window, surrounded by several girls.

Come on, I haven't heard from my cousin for a long time. My mother wrote a letter, but my cousin did not reply.

When he listened, he was silent, silent, smiled, and whispered to himself in his heart, it doesn't matter, it's the spring of the fourth grade now, and there is still one year, and he can go to Jingyun in a year.

The girl who walked by outside the window, suddenly, turned her head and smiled faintly at him, and the corners of her mouth floated two pears

At that moment, he was suddenly stunned, and the image of the girl with two pigtails and two pear vortices appeared in his mind in an instant.

In the excellent afternoon sunshine, counting the past days, the days that have passed are like an old letter that has been delivered.

In the letter, there is a glowing old paper that penetrates the memory, and the pen gently rubs in the air, making sounds, and writes gentle and gloomy words, but the time of writing is lost, time and memory are opposite, and memory is delivered into nothingness, and it begins to become a beginningless and endless......

Heartily opened the schoolbag, the innermost layer, flipped through the stack of old letters that he had not sent, and his mood was like a fine dust flying in the beam, rising and falling with the wind and not being able to survive, and finally it was just silence.

One by one, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, the memories of many years ago have been inadvertently picked up, and yesterday is already outside the memory: yellowed old photos, thin letter paper, innocent smile......

Looking at the empty space of the warm sun outside the window, I realized that in fact, some things are only suitable for placing on the shrine, just like the initial move, but the plot will become more and more dense when I think it has long been blurred.

I really have to start over, and I have exhausted my memories and fantasies, and the remaining ashes can only be lost with the wind. As a result, the initial emotion and nostalgia were only blank and empty, and time was frozen, the summer four years ago.

Four years ago, it was the summer of the original year.

There seemed to be another melodious bagpipe sound in the wind, and the heartbroken man was gone.

Outside the window, there is a sunny day, the warm sun of May with its unique fresh and gorgeous feelings to visit the moment again, suddenly remembered the teacher's sentence in the Chinese class: butterflies fly with the flowers, flowers fall because of the wind, and how much green will the branches and leaves of youth accumulate?

After returning from school, Liu Ruixuan was surprised to find that his mother's eyes were a little evasive when she looked at him, as if she was unwilling to explain anything to him, and he had no intention of asking anything more.

It's just that after dinner, I sat down at the desk again and looked at all kinds of books given by Mr. Zhang.

A touch of moonlight outside the window flew into the room, looking through the window, thinking of the words that came in the daytime, and suddenly felt that the moonlight was also slightly cool.

He suddenly wanted to look at the yard, those who had already talked about the flowers, wanted to go to the moss in the garden to find the true color of spring, it was already May, the flowering season, the story of the green shade, the flowers and butterflies in the lotus pond were busy, and there should be many, many postures.

When he was about to go out, his father asked him where he was going.

He, take a walk in the yard.

Daddy let out a sigh and turned to leave.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, Daddy is a little strange today, he usually walks around the yard with him for a while, and by the way, he tells him about youth and some philosophies about struggle.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's mouth raised slightly, and when he turned to leave, he saw a shocking tear falling from his mother's face, like a cool and edged moonlight outside the window.

He was inexplicably shocked in his heart, turned around again, and looked at his mother fixedly.

Niang is not a sentimental woman all the time, but Niang likes to play the most, what will make Niang sad to cry?

In his memory of nearly eleven years, it is a unique thing.

Mother? Liu Ruixuan called softly and walked over to his mother.

Ay! The mother answered, turned her face away, and in an instant, turned her head back and looked at him, with a familiar smile on her face, what's wrong, Rui.

He must have looked away.

Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, it's okay.

Finished, smiled, turned and walked out the door.

Xuan Hua looked at the figure of his son walking out, and couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes, and almost burst into tears again.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Liu Fen had stood beside him at some point, patted her shoulder gently, and sighed heavily.

For a moment, there was silence.

In the courtyard, Liu Ruixuan sat quietly in the slender moonlight, looking at the mottled shadows of the trees in the courtyard under his feet, reverie, and recalled the first April when the kapok bloomed.

That first clear sky, that bright morning, that season's kapok blooming, that distant and familiar girl.

I still think of that old June, that old summer.

The moonlight ironed his damp emotions barefoot, slid through the bottom of his heart, gave him a cool and joyful infatuation, in the night when the lights were on, turning over the lines of jumping poems, gently browsing the night scenery, chewing long relief, and tasting that side unswervingly persistent.

He suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhang, who had helped him a lot for more than a year, couldn't help but laugh too, and remembered the essay in May last year, when I grow up, I will become you.

In last year's language newspaper knowledge competition, he won the second place in Yunling County, with a difference of one point, and ranked second.

The first place, which is actually from their school, is the girl who came and looked a bit like her cousin in the next class.

He only looked at it twice, and felt that it didn't look like it at all, except for the pear vortex.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, like it or not, it doesn't matter if he comes.

He was looking at his cousin, not a similar shadow.

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the moon above.

The essay "When I Grow Up, I Will Be You" was published in the county newspaper, and in June, my cousin also wrote to praise him.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, and there were bursts of joy in his heart.

In many years, he may become you, "preaching and teaching" with his wisdom and their common persistence.

So, he understood that the footsteps will not stop, just as memories only last, just because, like the teacher, he has been on the road.

I suddenly remembered two sentences that I didn't know where I had read: tie your heart to the distance, set your eyes on the ocean, and don't care about the truth and short-term of a day. Ten years from now, when I look back, I will have the grace of a peaceful smile.

Yes!

The memories of many years ago, now in retrospect, there is no gray and lonely, I remember that it is all warm sunshine and the warmth of a place. He stood with a light smile, with a simple and elegant attitude, watching the time bloom in front of his eyes, and the flowers fell into poetry.

Occasionally, I will think of my cousin in Jingyun, a hundred kilometers away, is not, like him, in the courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, snuggling up a rattan wooden chair, reading a Song Ci bound in a line, watching the sunshine dappled and sprinkled with warmth.

Do you think of him once in a while?

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