Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The day of admission is approaching.The long summer vacation is gone with the fall of autumn leaves.

In autumn, there is always a bit of sadness in the air: the parting of friends, the missing of relatives, the flying of lovers

The parting of lovers intensifies in autumn.It is a kind of lingering melancholy, which can change the color of green mountains and stay in green water.For the sake of the future, he left his hometown, a little lonely, a little bit lost, and a different mood

I don't know what's going on with Luo Hong now, longing to say goodbye to her is now a dream come true.The melody of "Star Wish" echoed in my ears: "Looking at you helplessly, but I can't do anything, let you disappear at the end of the world"

The heartbroken heart lake can't get up a little bit.A series of phone rings came from my ears, and it lasted about ten times before I came back to my senses.who is it?Such a persistent phone call, is it her?impossible!Maybe!Question marks flooded my mind like a flood.Suppressing the pounding heart, sorting out the thoughts intertwined like lightning

Pick up the phone again: "Hello, who is it?"

"Me, Yue! Can't even hear my voice? Are you okay!" Yue asked.

"Oh, it's you! Is there something wrong?" Zhong was somewhat disappointed.

"It's all right? How are you going when school starts?"

"My dad drove me there." Zhong replied without thinking.

"Well, I wanted you to take my car. Now that you have a car, I wish you the best of luck. See you at school!"

Yue has now become a cheerful and eloquent girl, maybe only Zhong has not discovered her goodness, but her heart is not here.

Zhong replied lightly: "Bon voyage."

Maybe it's the first time traveling away from home, maybe it's the long summer vacation, maybe it's the trauma of the soul.Along the way, Zhong was tortured to a mess, it should be said that he was suffering.

Before leaving, parents made a lot of preparations.Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are all available.The long journey of children affects the hearts of parents.My mother was busy sewing this and that until midnight.Zhong waited quietly in his bedroom, took out a pen and wrote in his diary:

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Whoever says the grass-inch heart will get three Chunhui. "

Meng Jiao's "Wandering Zi Yin" expresses the great maternal love vividly and vividly.

I couldn't sleep all night, and at five o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by the clanging of bowls and chopsticks.Mother prepares breakfast for Zhong early.Having grown up so big, he has been doted on by his parents in every possible way.His mother only asked him to be filial to his knees. He never thought that he would become a college student, and now it is a windfall.For the mother's contribution, it is logical.

The mother's precepts and deeds have made him prudent in dealing with things at a very young age.Parents don't force him, but he is more and more strict with himself. "Inadvertently planting willows and willows into shade", this is the luck of some parents, but also the sorrow of some parents.

Father loaded the luggage into the car one by one, sat down at the table to eat, and mother kept busy.

"Come on, eat more."

"Eat some more of this."

"Drink more soup, so as not to be overwhelmed by the long-distance car."

As the mother spoke, she put the dumplings in the heavy bowl.

Everything was ready, and the car slowly left the familiar farmyard.Driving into the county, the sun is slightly open, and the mist shuttles through the crowd.Isn't the lingering morning fog just the lingering sorrow?I can't help but think this way.

I didn't know where I was going, and I was a little confused, as if a huge stone was weighing on my chest, I couldn't breathe for a while.Suddenly, the stomach twitched twice, and the food was about to come out.Zhong tried his best to control himself, his palms were dripping with cold sweat.

After walking for about two hours, the fog has gradually dispersed and the sun has risen.Although it was already mid-September, the air was so hot after being baked by the sun that it was unbearably hot.At this time, there was another section of bumpy road, and the car was ups and downs like a ship caught in a storm.

Zhong couldn't hold on anymore, sour water was coming out of his mouth, and his face was pale.He covered his mouth fiercely with his hand, and his mother grabbed the heavy hand and asked, "What's the matter!"

"I want to throw up."

"Are you motion sick?" My father asked anxiously.

"Slow down, the road is difficult!" said the mother.

"It's okay, don't worry about me." Before the words fell, there was a wow, and the contents of the stomach gushed out.Like a torrent of mudslides, car seats, pants, and shirts were not spared.

The father sighed: "Oh, why didn't you vomit out, it's all over your body."

Mother said: "Don't worry, don't worry, stop and clean up."

The father was a little upset, and said, "What's the matter?"

Mother hurriedly took out the toilet paper and wiped it patiently.

The father said disappointedly: "Oh, what is this for?"

After staying for about ten minutes, Zhong still looked embarrassed.His mother prepared a plastic bag for him, and said with concern: "Don't worry, spit here."

Chong's father's words lingered in his mind: "What is this for?" He deeply felt his father's anxiety, and he also thoroughly tasted the whole process of vomiting to the extreme.First, I vomited something, my stomach was empty, and I vomited acid water, and when the acid water was finished, I vomited yellow bitter water.In the end, I just choked up, but nothing came out. This was the most uncomfortable stage.

Chong's mind was full of random thoughts: "What's wrong? My luck is always so bad. Why do I read like this? Just go home, and I don't know how many embarrassing things will happen in the future! But I'm almost in the city, There is no turning back."

I want to cry but there are no tears. I study hard in the cold window by candlelight, and move forward in the wind and rain again and again. How can a good man believe in tears.In an instant, he regained consciousness.He clenched his fists and said to himself: "I will overcome all of this, and the tragedy will never happen again."

This is just a moment, it is actually a turning point in his new life, and it is also the beginning of his maturity.

A small setback is nothing to an ordinary person.But for the sensitive Zhong, it was a test of life and death, and also a phoenix nirvana.

The moment I stepped into the university gate, there was no joy at all.Not because of the unhappiness on the road, but because everything in front of you is far from the ivory tower in your dreams.

There are rough corners and roadbeds in disrepair.The sycamore leaves are lazily taking a nap on the ground, and occasionally a few dragonflies fly across the sky.Unexpectedly, there are insects in the city.The teaching building is yellow with vicissitudes of life, and in the flower beds on both sides in front of the building, there are one or two rose flowers blooming quietly.Walking to the middle of Yong Road, I smelled a strong smell of oily smoke.Looking up, I saw a low building with a chimney smoking at the top, and two words written in front of the door: "Canteen." Oil stains were still overflowing between the strokes, "shining brightly" in the sun, and I couldn't help wriggling in my heavy stomach A few times.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name: "Is the Chinese department coming again? Come and get the sheets and quilts." Following the sound, it was a 23-year-old female teacher calling, and she was standing in the middle of a pile of sheets . About 1.6 meters tall, strong and capable.With a pair of talking eyes.He picked it up again, handed it to his mother, and then went to pay the tuition with his father.After about an hour of running, it was finally done.In addition to sweating, the other is tired.

Back in the dormitory, my mother had helped make the bed.Chong said: "Mom, you and my dad can go back together!" Chong sent his mother downstairs, and his classmates greeted Chong to eat.He told his mother: "Don't worry! I'm going with them." Re-mingled into the crowd, his mother's reluctant eyes tried to follow Zhong's back.

At the dinner table, there are few words and few words, listening to everyone's talking, observing other people's gestures, and chewing hard-to-swallow meals.

After the meal, everyone paid in the AA system and opened the door to come out.A hot wind hit in the early autumn afternoon, and there were garbage bags flying in the air.Perhaps this is called the rural atmosphere in the city!

Walking on the campus, I suddenly heard my father shouting: "Chong, come quickly." Zhong was stunned, and his parents hadn't left yet.Ask again: "Parents, have you eaten?" The mother said: "Just now I went to your aunt's house to eat. You can visit his house on weekends. I will let her take care of you." Father handed him a CCB card , and a piece of gray paper said: "I deposited 1000 yuan for you, and this is the password."

Listening to all this again, a warm current in my heart filled my whole body.He said firmly: "Don't worry! I will definitely take care of myself."

On the first day of school, there was another book distribution, another meeting, another physical examination, and another military training.It's the weekend when I'm busy.

Lying on the bed and reading a book, other students are playing cards.Amidst the noise, I vaguely heard someone shouting downstairs: "The Chinese department is heavy, someone is looking for it!"

He rushed to the window again and looked downstairs. It was the aunt that the mother had mentioned before.He put on his clothes, ran downstairs, and said politely, "Auntie, why are you here?"

The aunt smiled and said: "Your parents are worried about you, let me greet you." Zhong suddenly felt like going home.

My aunt's thin body can actually drive a [-]-kilogram weight on a bicycle.I don't know how many streets and alleys I passed, and then I walked into a small courtyard.Pass through the Taoist room and come to the main room.Zhong wondered in his heart: "Why, there are such low houses and small courtyards in the center of big cities?"

Auntie saw Zhong's thoughts and said, "We have a building opposite the Normal University, and it is being renovated!"

Are urbanites afraid that others will underestimate them?I thought to myself.Walking into the living room, my aunt and uncle have prepared meals.The little aunt was in junior high school, he held heavy hands and said, "Sit on my brother's side, I want to sit next to my brother."

Chong said happily: "Alright, what's your name?"

"My name is Wu Jian. What's your name?" He blinked and looked at Zhong.

My aunt said, "Why are you talking to my brother? It's impolite."

It may be that people in the city don't have many relatives, and children will be very excited when they see guests.The children lowered their heads and ate without talking.Zhonghe, aunt, aunt, and uncle talked about the daily routine in a few words, and they were full in two bites.

My aunt guides me to take a lunch break in Wu Jian's room.Lying down under the mosquito net, he looked around.Thoughts were flying: my aunt is a professor at the University of Technology, and my uncle is the section chief of the Education Bureau.Life is so poor.Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing, how could a rural student laugh at the poverty of the city people?An ant may shake a big tree, it's ridiculous.

When I woke up, the sun had already set in the west.There was a delicate fragrance in the room, looking around, there was a pot of hyacinth blooming silently in the corner.Open the door and come out, the yard is quiet.My aunt and uncle went to work, my aunt was arranging clothes, and my younger brother was doing math problems.

Re-entering the room, the aunt said: "Why don't you sleep more?"

He said again: "Sleep well, what can I do for you?"

The aunt smiled and said, "You are a guest, and you have nothing to do. Why don't you help Wu Jian with his homework!"

Zhong walked to Wu Jian and sat down.He was calculating seriously, as if he had studied it for a long time, and he didn't notice the heavy approach.The aunt went on to say: "If you don't know the question, ask your brother, his grades are very good." He took the notebook again, looked at it and said: "You read the question first, think about your ideas before doing the question, isn't it better to do it this way? Simple." He listened carefully, and suddenly said: "I see, how did you think of it?"

Unknowingly, Zhong has accumulated some friendship with his younger aunt, and after playing a game of chess, he was a little unhappy in the face of failure, and took out his toys to play with himself.

I feel a little uncomfortable, I hope time passes faster.This is not his territory after all.

The night is lonely and long.Fireflies dance and crickets sing.The street lights flicker outside the window, which is the splendor of the city.The crescent moon in the sky, accompanied by a few sparse stars, is lingeringly lonely.

Leaving, Zhong decided to leave.

After washing up in the morning, I ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast and said to my aunt: "I want to go back to school, and I will visit again another day."

My aunt didn't try to persuade him to stay, and brought some pastries for Chong that my mother bought when she came, and asked my uncle to take him back to school along the way.

Along the way, the bustling crowd flashed by.I don't know how many years of tempering the strange and indifferent face.There are asphalt roads everywhere, and there is no land in sight, and I feel lost in the sea of ​​people.Visiting relatives and friends is a short stay, and sailing alone is an eternal pursuit.

The author has something to say:

Some accidents, some tragic, but that's okay, because the inherent strength of people will change all this.