It's like Yue texting that you're going back to England. Is there anything you want her to convey? I don't know which word I didn't understand, which made the original simple and clear sentence tangled and complicated in an instant. So I tore off a notebook paper in a hurry, fooled a few words of blessing and swept it up. Although I am in a hurry, I can't help but hope that when that paper is handed to you behind my group photo, you will feel warm around you.
I still remember last year, I went to an ancient mulberry garden, where I would rather step on mulberries than let us eat them. I buried some feelings there, floating on the surface, and pink liquid was flowing. For the first time, I felt that my youth was so beautiful. A heavy heart finally disappeared through the stratum, but there is still a trace of pain in my feelings. Those things that should have been blown away by the wind stayed behind, and those things that originally belonged to us flew with the wind.
So there are underground groups of teenagers running in the swaying sunshine, and the wind hovering overhead is within reach. This is chasing, this is growth. Sometimes I will meet papers that fail, sometimes I will meet roses, and sometimes I will meet my parents clamoring for my grades. Finally, we greet the overlooking sunshine with a head held high, look at the rolling waves with firm eyes, and let the passing seabirds bow their heads, and the sky will be beautiful in an instant.
You grow up slowly in my pupil, and I watch you become more and more anxious, thinking that there are only two stages in a person's life, before and after growth, if you lose it, you will never have it again. But I don't know that the time period has become a one-year period, and it is more stable after another round of conversion. Everyone you meet is a background at every stage, and some supporting actors push them away. You have to walk bravely and open a window every day to let the air in. Throw something that makes you sad out of the window and smash it into pieces, and you will never come back to bother you again. But you should cherish those happy and sad memories, which is a unique gift from time.
It is better to look forward to the future than to stay in the past with regret. I know that not everyone is a gloomy child like me, and not everyone is obsessed with the shadow of others. What we miss is the past. No matter how hard and tired we are, looking from the right to the left of the time axis will become the epitome of happiness. This is a person, this is a growing person. Only when you look back at the footprints in front can you see the long scenery on the road.
It seems that you can see the lively and lovely old you, carrying the schoolbag that your classmates bought for you, packing your bags, holding a stack of photos and a plastic-sealed collective signature in your hand, and embarking on a journey. Go straight ahead until the sun goes down. As you can imagine, those people are sending you away, just as they sent me away. Only this time, there were no tears on the smiling cheeks. I imagined you who looked like a little prince, crossing mountains, oceans, grasslands, desert mud and steep rocks, and finally disappearing into a place called England.
My concept of the field is so poor that I don't know whether it is in the southeast and northwest, in the Pacific Ocean, Atlantic Ocean, Arctic Ocean and Indian Ocean, or on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea. So no matter which direction I look, I believe that is where you are, or where my classmates in China are, so the scenery is particularly beautiful, as if you are laughing far away.
I also know that there is a magical thing called an airplane, which can carry people to very high and far places, something that I can't see but can give me infinite reverie. I know what it's like to take off from an airplane. A little dizzy, very enjoyable, watching the ground gradually move away under weightlessness. Parents always ask you to open your mouth to relieve stress. The gentle and beautiful stewardess will always check whether your seat belt is fastened. Your location and destination, remaining mileage and estimated time will be displayed on the big screen. But besides these, will your mind have some other senses? It's like traveling to a place, having a good time, and then begging your parents to stay in a hotel for a while on the last night. You can't leave. You can't do it. Is it the feeling of wandering? There is no solid ground under your feet in the sky.
Who can clearly remember how we greet the people around us? Unlike the two Hellohowareyou in the English textbook dialogue, it's not as good as two strangers calling me so-and-so after colliding. What about you? It's not that two sworn enemies learn each other's names in the struggle. What's more, it's not the protagonist in the classic youth campus novel who drags his feet and adds a hello word in front of every sentence he wants to say. If I describe it—
Maybe, you dropped a pencil on the left, and I bent down to pick it up and give it back to you.
Maybe it is. I will continue to persuade you to help us build an English corner during my lunch break.
Maybe it's just in English class that I bite my pride and prejudice and write a lot of new words and then go back for advice. Sometimes you get impatient.
Maybe it is. I seem to tell you publicly that I'm going to America. You laughed and said that the prices there were not high.
You must be a happy little monkey. Even if you forget all of us.
If one day we meet again across the seasonal wind and the river of years, can we pretend that all this is a warm and beautiful illusion and say hello to our classmates lightly?
What kind of expression will hang on my face, looking at your familiar mouth.
What kind of answer would you give? Some young passers-by reunited with your hometown, surrounded by similar background chapters, and you have grown up.
Maybe there will be such a sentence in my diary-today, I met a person, I looked at a person and smiled, and a person smiled with me. We didn't speak, and the world was silent. Nod your head gently and you will know it by heart. Later, when someone turned around, he whispered:
Hello, classmate.
In an instant, the liquid welled up in the corner of my eye.