Warm, that love prose

in the afternoon, the warm sunshine woke me up from my nap.

When I opened my eyes, I happened to see pigeons cooing and singing on the windowsill, and looked at me curiously with smart eyes. Then, time suddenly came alive in front of me. I got up and went to the window, but the pigeon outside the window flew away from wait for a while because of my alarm. Perhaps, in its eyes, I was a strange visitor, even though this inch of space was my home.

The cell phone rings suddenly. When you pick it up, it's a message from your classmates. It's the end of the year, and it's another year of gathering.

Twenty years after graduation, it is rare for most students. Only the big party at the end of the year will make those unfamiliar faces get acquainted in the process of being caring and attentive. When we think about it, the pace of time walking has left more or less vicissitudes and steadiness on our faces, but when we meet, the familiarity and kindness derived from our hearts have never drifted away and alienated. Perhaps it is because the friendship that is open in youth is the purest and most flawless, and there is no concern about utilitarian reputation. All emotions are like the most lush lilacs in graduation season, pure, noble and fragrant.

I was thinking about some things I experienced this year and the familiar faces I would see at the party. Qing called and asked me if I would go to the party at the weekend. I said, of course I would. I only have such a grand party once a year. How could I be absent! She said angrily, weren't you absent that summer? I laughed and said, it won't happen this time, don't worry!

Qing is my classmate and colleague. It is a pity that I didn't attend the class reunion in summer. We are the last class led by teacher Xu, the head teacher. After graduation, the teacher's family immigrated to Singapore, and it has been 2 years since then. This summer, my teacher and her lover returned to China for the first time after leaving the motherland for 2 years. On the plane, the teacher chatted with the flight attendant and said that the student she had taught was also a flight attendant of China Southern Airlines, and mentioned the name of that classmate. The flight attendant said: What a coincidence! She is the flight attendant captain of our squadron! In this way, Mr. Xu got in touch with the classmate with surprise, and then there was an unprecedented big party twenty years after graduation. In order to celebrate the reunion with the head teacher who has been in charge for 2 years, almost half of the students scattered all over the country took a leave to fly back. When I got the notice of the party, I was resting at home because of the acute episode of lumbar disc herniation, so I naturally missed the grand party. When I chatted with my long-lost teacher Xu on WeChat to apologize, the teacher comforted me again and again and said: Don't worry, there is still a chance. Wait, it's been half a year.

Later, when talking about the party, Qing always complained that my waist disease was not the right time. I didn't make it early or late, but I made it at the class party once every 2 years and knocked on my head and said, You! I've been so angry since I was a child!

speaking of me and Qing, it's really an inseparable fate. Our relationship began in kindergarten and has been in a state of intimacy until now. Although our personalities are completely different, any differences between us can't affect our friendship at all, but show a kind of harmony that complements and sets off each other. Qing is older than me, and the gap of six months has kept me under her care and jurisdiction, and it has never changed since kindergarten. We lived together in the military compound. When I was a child, she called my name downstairs every day, and then walked with me to the school not far from home. Along the way, she either asked me to recite the text or the words. At that time, I especially hoped that she would take time off from school one day, so that I could talk about movie stars or novels and magazines with other friends. However, in my impression, Qing never took a leave of absence from school because of illness or anything else, which made me quite disappointed.

in the next few decades, there was always a green shadow around me. After graduation, my mother and I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. My mother came back from vacation, but I stayed in my hometown for two months. Life in the country makes me feel fresh. The fields that are as far as the eye can see, the fresh fruits that can be picked at will, and the livestock and poultry that scare me a little have all become the latest strange contents in my life during that period. When I came home two months later, Qing came to me and said, You've had enough fun this time. I've signed you up for the assessment. Let's go to work in the courtyard! As a result, we changed from classmates to colleagues, and at the same time, we also became colleagues of our parents. Occasionally, we wear white coats to shuttle in the yard, and meet our familiar fathers to greet "Hello uncle! Aunt is good! " When I am young, I will ask her: Is this what we will be in a few decades? She usually answers me: no, we won't be that old.

Qing's heart has always stubbornly believed that we will never grow old, because we will see each other almost every day, and all the growth and experiences take place in each other's sight. The traces of the years engraved in our eyes have long been ignored in our familiarity. Until one day, when we were doing hair together, I pulled out a white hair from her sideburns and handed it to her. She silently stared at the silver hair in her hand for a long time, and then sighed softly: We are really old.

After all, time flies, as if in a short time, we have grown up, married and become parents, and our parents are getting old and full of white hair in our attachment. Qing has been living with her mother since she got married. Her father died at the age of seven. After that, her mother raised her alone and never remarried. When Qing was in love, she said that she would not leave her mother alone at home, and it was her turn to take care of her mother for the rest of the years. Three years ago, my father died of illness and came to my house. I hugged her and cried and said, I have no father, not anymore! Qing Liu patted me on the back with tears and said, don't cry, dad is gone, and mom is still here. It's up to you to take care of mom for the rest of the day. At that moment, the strength and neatness I showed in front of people collapsed instantly, and those hidden sad tears rolled down like a burst sea in front of the green.

Thinking about the dribs and drabs between me and Qing, thinking about the long years we have gone through together, I will be glad that I have a tenacious and constant friendship in my life, and I am inseparable in the nearest place. Perhaps, after something, people will have an instant mature change. Youth is like this, and so am I.. The experience of life makes us gradually taste the vicissitudes of the world, understand that the world is cold, and therefore, understand that the friendship we have forged since childhood is so rare and precious.

Over the past few decades, we have almost become relatives of each other. We are familiar with each other, caring for each other and helping each other. We all hope that this long friendship will bloom into the longest flower in memory in the years, always warm and accompanied, and always fragrant.