In a hurry for twenty years (telling the most common story in the most plain language)

That night, a fleshy elf was born in the corner of grandma's heatable adobe sleeping platform. Her crying attracted her neighbors, made her father happy and kept her busy. When they were immersed in the joy of the newborn arrival in this world, I didn't know that this little guy was secretly looking at this strange world!

"Bowls and bowls, don't run around, grandma will feed you." At that time, as soon as he learned to walk, he couldn't wait to run. His curious eyes were very interested in everything. When grandma takes him around, girls always like to flirt with him in open-backed pants. It turned out that he was surrounded by all kinds of "pets" when he was a child. No wonder he grew up. ...

Children grow up surrounded by green mountains and green waters, so it is natural to love and give up mountains and rivers. After the busy farming season, I can always see naked children (that is, me) on the haystack outside grandma's yard. I like lying on the grass in the afternoon, listening to the rustling of birch leaves. When the sun shines on my face through the cracks in the leaves, I always like to squint at the sky through the cracks and think seriously about something. Unconsciously, I began to snore, warm wind, shade, cicada singing, nothing is happier than sleeping. The village is always quiet at noon, and occasionally I hear my grandparents discussing crops. The bleating came from the sheepfold next door, and the sheep pricked up their ears impatiently to drive away the annoying mosquitoes and flies. Soon, grandpa's snoring sounded in the hall. ...

Good times are always easy to pass, and the child who followed his grandfather to pick fruit in the mountains unconsciously reached the school grade. That day, I was carrying a small basket full of wild fruits, holding my grandfather's hand and skipping home. My parents in the city brought a lot of delicious food. When I was happy, I heard that my parents were taking me to a new and strange place. I heard that there are tall buildings, alleys, neon lights and traffic. I am going to study there and play with the new children. Full of curiosity and happiness, I urged my grandmother to install my slingshot and my grandfather's small pistol. At this time, I found my grandfather squatting on the concrete steps, smoking a cigarette, and taking a drag, and the blue and white tobacco spit far away. "Grandpa, go and see your grandson off." Grandma's eyes are full of tears. In order not to let me see it, she secretly touched her sleeve at the moment when she turned to call grandpa. When the parting car was smoking, the smell of gasoline rushed into my nose, and a sadness ran from my heart to my eyes. Until I reached the end of the village, grandpa went to the window, touched my hair and said, be obedient and studious when you leave, and don't fight with other children. I nodded, but tears flowed down unwillingly. "Grandpa, I loathe to give up you. Can I stay with you? I'm not going. " "Silly grandson, my son's parents have to study when they are old, otherwise how can you buy delicious food for grandpa in the future?" When dad and grandpa said goodbye, when the tree outside the window fell backwards, I didn't know how long it would take to see grandpa again, and I didn't know how long grandpa would stay at the head of the village. Grandpa is a man with a hard mouth and a soft heart. Every time he educates me, he always brings some delicious wild fruits to coax me to eat. Grandpa, dear grandpa ~

In a blink of an eye, I have been in this county for two years! From an inferior baby who was rejected by other children to a naughty and lively naughty boy; From wearing the military green Chinese tunic suit made by my grandmother to the brightly colored sportswear bought by my mother, it seems that I have completed the transformation to a city dweller, but they don't know how much I miss my grandparents and the clear water and green mountains there. I want to follow the children in the village to herd cattle and sheep and bake potatoes on the hillside; I want my aunt's brother to take me to dig medicine to earn money and then buy spicy strips to eat; I want to pester my uncle to pick wild walnuts in the forest when the leaves are yellow; In winter, I want to go skating in the ravine with my brother and my hands. However, in that era when traffic was not very developed, it was really difficult to go home once. Coupled with my father's job transfer, I went home on holiday. It's still the school holiday, and when parents are busy, they can't go home by car during the holiday. In this way, when I was about to go to kindergarten, my father was transferred to Shuangta Town, Bulongji Township, Anxi County, Jiuquan District. I'm talking about the Great Gobi. At that time, only my aunt had a telephone at home. When I miss my father, I will climb into the cupboard where I put the phone and call my father. "Where have you been, Dad? What time are you coming back? I miss you. " "My son should be obedient. Dad is in a beautiful place. Dad wants to work to make money for you. You should listen to his mother. " "Dad misses you. Can I see you over the phone? " At that time, I didn't miss my grandparents so strongly, because only in the city could I hear my father's voice and tell him that I missed him. At that time, I only knew that my father was making money and wanted to buy me toys and clothes. I never thought how painful and sweaty my father would be. Until now, I still dig out my father's photos on the Gobi Desert from home and listen to his story about the wind and sand blowing. When I sleep, the quilt is full of yellow sand. Years have carved vicissitudes on his face, and the wind and the sun have erased his young face. However, he will always be a father, someone engraved in his heart, someone who can't let go, and someone who loves you!

Here, I want to add a camera to my father to pay tribute to my dear father.

"Potato cake, chopped green onion cake!" Early in the morning, I heard the vendors shouting. Soon, the fragrance of chopped green onion lingered on this asphalt driveway. Because the kindergarten is in front of my house, I spend an hour more in bed than other children every day, but the smell, as soon as I turned around, slipped into the door and got into my nose. "Come on, get up and buy your favorite shredded pork cake." My mother gently lifted the quilt and touched my flat stomach. "If you don't get up, it will be sold out." When my mother called me again, I was dressed and stood in front of her, eager for money.

"Uncle, bring me a shredded pork cake and chopped green onion cake." I took a dollar from my mother and stood in front of the stall (that is, the trolley modified by my uncle who sold cakes), swallowing saliva over and over again, waiting for the hot cake to come out of the pot. As long as I can remember, my father has been a pot of hot tea and a white cake, and a small electric stove has accompanied my whole youth. Until now, I still occasionally knock on the tea urn and chew the baked hard pot helmet, which has a special flavor! I don't know who will remember the uncle and aunt who sold chopped green onion cakes. They got up early and worked in the dark, witnessing their love for each other. The smell of cakes is like the smell of roses, telling their ordinary romance! In fact, mom and dad are the same. At that time, my father worked hard and repeated the same thing every day. Getting up, washing, drinking tea and going to work will be boring for everyone, but he performs the duties of father and head of the family day and night. Maybe I will do the same in the future! As for my mother, she doesn't want to be ordinary and eat soft rice. Maybe sometimes she pays as much as anyone, not only housework, but also her own career. Although my mother doesn't read much, I admire her attitude towards life and her courage to face life. My mother taught me to be self-reliant. My mother always said that relying on others and parents is always unreliable. If you do everything, you won't regret it, you won't back down and you won't give up. So every time I think about it, she always supports me, but I don't give her the expectation she expected. It is really satisfying to have them!

There are always bumps and turns on the road to growth. Being young and ignorant always pays some price for the scratches of youth, but no matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter, there is always someone who is silently sheltering you from the wind and rain. That person can be father, mother, grandparents, relatives and friends, or teachers and classmates. They play different roles in your growing life, adding color to your long youth film and television drama.

Unconsciously, that carefree era no longer exists. When you start to worry that you can't learn math, English and Chinese well, when you are afraid that you can't do well in the exam every time, that means you have to pay the corresponding price for what you do in the future!

High school is everyone's starting point and a transit point to another life world. Complicated homework and heavy learning atmosphere have gradually smoothed out the edges and corners of youth. Everyone is looking forward to college life while pursuing progress.

It is this important stage, but I can't find my own direction and wander on the edge of ambiguity. And this wandering is five years. From a three-good student to a poor student who never scored 400 points in the exam. The sudden decline made me feel at a loss, doing functions I didn't understand, electricity I didn't understand, poor English, and so on. I learned to be lazy, to give up, and to find reasons to escape. Live a flowing life every day, sleep, go to the classroom to sleep, eat and sleep. I never know how sleepy I am. Busy people are never sleepy, and lazy people can't sleep.

In this way, I slept for two years. When my classmates were preparing for the third year of high school, I was facing the first transfer and left the city where I had lived for more than ten years. Didn't wake up, didn't work hard. When my father asked for my advice, he fell asleep without eating or going to school for three days, curled up in the corner of the sofa and cried silently. I don't know whether I regret or entangle, I don't know whether I can't bear it or not!

Maybe people will make irrational decisions when they are most depressed. Without self-reflection, they always feel that the new environment can change and grow. Or maybe some people have really changed and moved forward. And some people are just quiet for a moment after a short reflection!

When watching my father leave the school gate, I don't know whether I think my father's rickety back is different from before, or whether I expect my father to turn back. The so-called affection, only at the moment of parting, tears will fill your eyes and sadness will come to mind. Find details that have never been discovered, find that tall fathers will grow old, find that iron men will bend down, and find that the occasional flash of white hair will gradually increase. Some people say that a mother's love is like water and a father's love is like a mountain. One day, you will feel all this carefully. Maybe you are still young, maybe you are in a rebellious period, and you can't understand what they care about and what they have done for you. When time slowly smoothes the edges and corners, when the setbacks of life hit your enthusiasm, then the original rhetoric and self-respect will become a joke. Everything is not as simple as you think. Maybe at this time, a phone call is enough to make you cry.

At that time, the first report card was issued, and the teacher read the rankings. When I heard the fourth place in my class, I was wrapped in long-lost pride and joy. I can't wait to send them a message after class, telling them that your son has changed and improved. At that time, I found that learning was not that difficult. I just need to listen in class for a while, and then I make progress by doing more questions.

So I always ranked in the top five that year, and got the first prize since I was in high school at the end of the term. When I got home, I saw my father's relief and my mother's thoughts. Until now, that award is still posted on the wall of my parents' room. But in my opinion, every moment is not a sneer at myself. Obviously, you can do good deeds, but in the end you ruin your tomorrow because of laziness, because you are addicted to games, because you are addicted to novels. Talk, ridicule, contempt, contempt, self-blame, when all this is in the air, the whole holiday has changed its taste, silence, abuse, temper tantrums, and slowly came out in self-blame. When all grievances and regrets are not vented, they become insensitive and become a scar that is suppressed in their hearts, afraid to open it and face people.

Looking forward to the coming of the night every day, in the park of Binhe Road, smoking the black Lanzhou and looking at the stars all over the sky, I don't know what to do tomorrow, and I don't know what the future will be like! Go back late every day, even tired of that small room, tired of living habits day after day. I don't want them to worry, dragging my numb body home. Every time I pick up a pen, I write down my thoughts, sigh, and fear of being discovered. What I write is something that looks optimistic: look at me laughing, I am happier than anyone else, and what I show you is my smiling and hypocritical self. So I look forward to the night, sitting in an empty corner, 300 ml Erguotou, a bag of peanuts and a bag of black Lanzhou. Obviously, I haven't learned it yet, but I choked to death and choked to tears. This is also a reason to cry. I often get dizzy from drinking, and when I stagger home by bike, I feel unhappy.

That night, it snowed heavily in Ran Ran. When everything was covered with white, I remembered a song called "White Autumn", but it was not autumn, and no snowflakes fell on the leaves, one after another. I may be a sentimental person, a melancholy and boring person, pushing a car, walking alone and smoking a cigarette by the river for a long time, trying to meet someone, but I don't know who I want to meet. Is it a girl I used to like, or a aimless girl like me? There are few pedestrians, and occasionally passing vehicles are in a hurry. I became a passer-by in their lives, with no impression or trace.