Mist came to kiss the window screen to show friendship. Naughty birds chirped in the window lattice: Get up! Get up! Don’t lie on the bed staring out of the window. Hey! Okay! Okay! Don’t quarrel! I picked up my mobile phone and saw that it was less than seven o’clock, thinking that the quilt cover hadn’t been dehydrated in the washing machine, I dragged the slippers into the bathroom, opened the cover of the washing machine, threw the washed quilt cover into the dehydration tank, and turned around and. With the window screen passing, a fresh morning breeze came towards me: Wow! What a fresh air! The fields outside the window are so beautiful! The Poplar of Wei Zhuang was rising slowly with the morning light on the top. Although there was fog covering it, it seemed drunk and hazy. The wheat seedlings under the poplar trees are more luxuriant, and the morning dew on the wheat tip appears particularly glittering in the rising morning light. The field outside the window made my subtle heart tremble suddenly. I ran into the bedroom and took out canon, opened the camera and stretched it out of the guardrail, leaving the eternal moment of the field. In the field outside the window, birds are dancing and singing on telegraph poles, wheat leaves are dancing in the morning wind, morning fog moves lightly in the morning wind, and houses stand quietly and motionlessly in the morning wind, I climbed up the guardrail in the morning wind and took some morning photos. In the field outside the window, the fresh air was incomparable, and the comfortable atmosphere made people relaxed and happy. The aura was infused into the head gradually, but the catkin got into the nostrils at this time. I twisted my nose and turned myself into an ugly woman. Looking at the camera, it has already passed five points at eight o’clock. Oh! Brush your teeth and wash your face to go to work. Put away the Canon camera, scan the beautiful scenery of the field, turn over and jump off the balcony guardrail, and walk into the bathroom …… written on May 12th, 2012

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I haven’t written anything for a long time, and I don’t know whether life is too plain or there is a lack of passion in my heart. In a word, I have no thoughts and no records. In addition to the public content that everyone knows and celebrates the whole nation, this year’s Army Day also has another meaning for me, that is, the beloved children and daughters of the four classmates in our technical school are on the list, we will hold a feast of entering a higher school together on this day. The promotion banquet was not surprising in such a time when the students got good news frequently. However, because of the person we met in this promotion banquet, today’s day became different. In the middle of the stage, a group of young boys and girls were full of youthful vigor, singing one song after another. They put their understanding of life and hope for the future, the blessings to classmates are all expressed by singing, which infects everyone present. At this moment, a song “I believe” with shocking rhythm attracted everyone’s attention. Just as we looked at the stage, we didn’t know who said: this is Liu XX’s son. We were almost shocked. Some classmates picked up the camera hurriedly and walked to the stage quickly. They took several photos for the child in a very close place. And almost at the same time, I clearly saw the shadow of Liu XX in those years from the child’s brow and gestures. My heart sank unconsciously, and my tears almost fell down. The three years’ study and life in technical school left me too many unforgettable impressions. At that time, I went to a technical school from high school by mistake, and naturally I was older than the students in the same junior high school entrance examination. When I was new here, many students from different forestry bureaus came up with a very good idea, that is, male students brought several people in the same dormitory to the girls’ dormitory to recognize fellow-townsmen. The people in the two dormitories talked and laughed, soon they got acquainted with each other. This method helped some children who had never left home to overcome their homesickness to a great extent, and at the same time broke the discipline that men and women never talked in junior high school, make everyone get along well with each other quickly. Liu became my younger brother at that time. Liu, who was full of curly hair, not tall, fair skin and lively and active, could still remember the pure smile till now. Through several contacts, we had a good impression on each other. He offered me to be his sister, and I was very happy to agree. So he became another close person besides my little sister. At that time, there was no highway in my home, and the small train went every three days. It had to crash and shake for a long time before we could be sent home. And the condition of his family seemed to be better. Every time he came back from home, he always sent me some good things he brought back from home. In winter, my hands gave birth to frostbite, so he gave me his luxury leather gloves at that time. If he caught a cold, I would also visit and take care of him in his dormitory. Every weekend, I would call my little sister. We three went to the tree-lined road behind the school together, playing while walking, talking about study, life, talking about heart and unhappy things. It is such a heart without distracting thoughts, so casual and natural. Until one day, he invited me and my little sister to a restaurant outside the school for dinner, and I didn’t know that my little sister had to leave school for further study in advance. After leaving my little sister temporarily, we still lived as usual until we went their own ways after graduation. In the year of graduation, the communication equipment at that time was still very backward. Everyone was busy with their own affairs and gradually lost contact. After the phone was installed at home, about two or three years later, he suddenly received his phone one night. At the other end of the phone, he was very excited, and I obviously felt the change of his mood. He was so excited that he didn’t know how good it was, but just kept saying: Sister, this is great, and I will be able to contact later. I am also very happy. We asked each other about their living conditions and family conditions. We talked for a long time that time. Knowing that his life was good, I felt a little comfort in my heart. In the later period of time, we also called him several times, and he came to Tieli once. However, due to the inconvenient transportation and the fact that I was teaching in the forest farm on the mountain, I couldn’t afford the students, unable to reach the foot of the mountain, he missed an opportunity to meet each other. Who would have thought that this farewell to my classmates had become a secret. He got a brain tumor and died without cure. Hearing this news, I wanted to cry. The warm, cheerful, clever, considerate, lively and optimistic younger brother seemed to be in front of me, calling me: Sister, my sister is really jealous and virtuous. How can a person like this who is in a good time and energetic leave like this? My little sister said it was too late when he found out. He didn’t tell us, afraid that we were worried about him. Tears do not lock the shadow of the old times, show face and smile to see the newcomers come. Fortunately, today, more than ten years later, I am delighted to see that his son is carrying his hope and coming with vigor and vitality. Listen, the song: I believe that I am me, I believe tomorrow, I believe that youth has no horizon. I believe in freedom, I believe in hope, I believe that I can reach the sky with my hand. Excited, passionate, excited, and sending out the unstoppable Youth light. This is a generation with more knowledge and wisdom, and it is bound to become a generation with more responsibility. They will certainly shoulder heavier missions and responsibilities than our generation to achieve their dreams and forge their glory. Suddenly, I felt so comforted. I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes, looked at the child passing by, and smiled.

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