Recalling youth

A winter rain dripped down. After a night of cold, the ground became a kingdom of ice, thin and crystal clear, like a big mirror, and many people accidentally slipped. ...

I suddenly remembered my seventeen years old. Everyone has youth, but my youth has some leisure. In my opinion, I had my first love. Seventeen years old with love is the most perfect youth, but I didn't. The reason is simple: first, my father is strict, and second, I almost look down on the boys around me.

Dad has always been very strict with us. As long as I can remember, I seldom see him smile. He is always so serious. Even if you don't care about me at ordinary times, I dare not make mistakes.

I remember when I was in primary school, my second brother didn't know what trouble he got into. The teacher found my father at school. My second brother was standing on the platform of the school. He kicked my second brother off a platform more than one meter high, which scared me to turn around and run home.

My sister and I have loved beauty since childhood. Sister's skin is white and tender, and her clothes are particularly eye-catching. At the age of work, dad is still not allowed to have a perm, not allowed to wear high heels, and not even allowed to wear strange clothes. She had to secretly bring beautiful clothes, change them when she left the gate, and change them back after work.

Seventeen years old, more afraid to associate with boys.

My youth was spent on the football field, in the school Woods and by the river in front of my house.

In summer, we often take a bath in the river in front of our house. The river is crystal clear, about 2_3 meters wide. No hurry, no delay. Adults say it is a river formed by mountain springs. I'm curious about the origin of water. I tried to find it against the current, but I didn't find it after all.

We built a wall in the river with the stones we picked up, and then surrounded it with sand, thus forming this self-made reservoir. Almost all of us chase, laugh and play in the river after school or during holidays.

After the heavy rain, we were even more excited when fish flew down the river from nowhere. Everyone is holding a fishing net and a container for fish, and we concentrate on salvaging the fish. Every time I catch a fish, I smile happily.

At that time, it was particularly cold in winter, and the river in front of the door became a sea of ice. Some skaters, some skaters, some skaters holding hands. There are two kinds of ice carts: single-edged and double-edged. Single-edged is the top row of boards, and the bottom is a sharp and thin iron sheet like a knife. Double-edged is a double-edged iron sheet. When they slide, they hold two ice brazing rods in their hands at the same time. At that time, all these were made by their brothers themselves, and I don't know if they are safe.

The brave boy used a single-edged ice car. They are not afraid of falling or slipping. They chase each other. Every time they slide, they leave marks on the ice, some are round, some are curved ..... and draw all kinds of beautiful patterns.

Girls use double knives, so far I dare not try. Sometimes I stand on their skateboards and let them drive for a while, which is considered as an addiction to skating.

The other is football. At that time, we in m-girls somehow fell in love with football. In physical education class, we spent all our free time chasing football on the playground. Other students always glance at us from time to time. All the students and teachers in the school know us. In fact, we didn't know how to pass the ball at that time. In short, we are happy and overbearing. Sometimes we watch the ball fly, and a ball flies out.

Then there is the school under the forest. Our school is not big. There are at most 3 classes in a grade, and the whole high school has about 9_ 10 classes, 3 rows of adobe houses, and the playground is surrounded by trees. I like to see the gray dead trees at the gate of the yard, rows of green and white poplars, golden willows falling all over the ground in autumn, and white snow wrapped in silver.

In class, in addition to the sound of reading, there are birds singing in the trees, the piercing cicada, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. During the self-study class, I always recite or read books in the Woods alone.

I remember that I often received notes from boys at that time. What's more, I am always stopped by them on my way to school. I almost ignored them because they were not handsome enough and witty enough in my eyes.

One of the boys who gave the note is more reliable, studies well and comes from a superior family, but I have no feelings for him. I was his first love. Now this classmate is doing well in Tianjin and will call me every time he drinks. Last summer, he came back to see me with a bunch of flowers, but I always regarded him as my buddy.

"Wow-"When I was thinking back, I accidentally slipped on the ice road. When I got up, I saw that the sun was shining and the ice on the road was gradually melting. My ears seem to think of the story of time sung by Tayu Lo, which really makes me look back at the melancholy of youth: "I once thought so in ignorance/the windmill circulates every day in the songs of the four seasons/I grow up year after year in the romantic moon/flowing poetry."

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