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    18 years old-

    car in the dark

    (one)

    Migratory birds in the sky are flying around, and the leaves on the trees turn yellow and then green, green and yellow again.  I never caught up with the departing train.  being abandoned.

    "The Eight Heroes of Hefeng wandered all over the world, traveled north and south, and went east and west." This is the mantra of our elementary school.  At that time, eight of us rode bicycles to and from school together.  In the dark night, I stepped on the bicycle nervously and happily, and returned with a full load in the light.  night.  It was pitch black, and black mist enveloped the earth.  Eunuch Hai and I hid beside the school gate, waiting for the prey to appear.  In the distance, it was vague, as if a girl was wandering.  The first prey appeared, and she was my subordinate.

    "Scared!" We jumped out, and she backed away in horror, with a dazed look on her face.  Walking forward through the black mist, she saw our faces.

    "I hate it," she swept her hands across, I squatted down with a smile, and she rushed forward again, her hands kept flying.  "Run," said Eunuch Hai, and we took small steps and disappeared into the long night.

    When we were on duty in the evening, Afan and I often climbed the double poles, and then lay on them to watch the darker and darker sky.  But we still held an umbrella, waiting for someone to call us on duty.  Then, we went back to squeeze a handful of dirt to fight mud.  I remember one time at noon, eight of us sneaked out of the school and came to the field.  There's a lot of mud here, and the four of us started the war.  Soon, the classmates who went home to eat began to return to school. The eight of us were united and raised the mud in our hands.  As the number of opponents participating in the battle increased, we began to be at a disadvantage.  At this time, a farmer uncle suddenly came to the field with a hoe on his shoulders. Looking at the posture, we rushed 30 meters in a hurry, broke through the mud net flying all over the sky, and rushed into the woods.  We started to go back to school. On the way, we saw many lotus flowers. A classmate carelessly tested the depth of the water, and then swayed left and right to grab a few unbloomed lotus buds that were too muddy.  We didn't go back to school and continued to pick lotus flowers everywhere.  In a place where lotus flowers were in full bloom, when we were preparing to work, a big yellow dog rushed over, and we fled back to school in embarrassment.  Just in time, the first class has just started.

    Sometimes, we also play rubber band jumping, sandbag throwing, and mahjong with the girls.  Once, when we were throwing sandbags to catch mahjong, the fat girl suddenly laughed. She pointed to Afan and said, "Your door is open."

    (two)

    I went to junior high school with the first place in the whole grade in elementary school, and I was the second in the whole grade in junior high school, tied with another boy.

    Classes are divided.  Hefeng Baxia became the Four King Kong.  We still went to school by bicycle, and no one had accommodation, although the teacher tried to persuade us.  Cars in the dark, people in the dark, walking in the dark.  At four o'clock, winter.  It was still completely dark, and the four of us could only see each other's silhouettes, but we still ran in the ideal direction, keeping our distance without losing our way.  If the sky and the earth suddenly brighten, you will see that on the broad road, four bicycles and four people are exploring the way forward while helping each other.  When school was over, the four of us flew east, west, north, south, and whoever had the strength would be able to run ahead.  In this way, we chase the person in front and move forward with him.  However, at an intersection, those going forward will stop and wait.  The four came together again.  One of them walked towards the intersection, and the four of them waved their sleeves at the same time, saying "goodbye", "bye", "see you tomorrow", "sen you later", just like that, after saying goodbye to Eunuch Hai, only  I'm running at full speed alone.

    (three)

    A letter broke the tranquility of my first year of junior high school. It was the first letter Dr. An wrote to me, and it was also an invitation letter and a friend letter.  Since then, she and I have become good friends.  We will post notes in Chinese class, we can discuss math topics after class, we can fly pigeons to pass books in the history class of the head teacher, and we also correspond during the winter vacation.  We struggled a lot with pen names, and we apologized to each other for mistakes.  The white clouds under the blue sky are all apologies and blessings, floating and falling with the wind, but I don't know whether they land on the east, west, north, south, or north of my hometown.

    Xudi is a nice boy, I have to admit it.  He can play basketball, won the third prize in the high jump, and is a representative of the chemistry class. He has excellent grades and is handsome.  When I graduated from the third year of junior high school, I saw him carving a bottle cap of mineral water with a knife. His jet-black eyelashes became extraordinarily bright with his input.  After wiping, tears were all over his hands, and then he pushed his hands away with difficulty and re-sculpted.

    "Xiao Kaizi," he handed over the bottle cap and the knife without saying a word.

    &nbs?As the wind blows outside the window, it blows the fallen leaves flying all over the sky.  So, on a whim, I wrote a few small poems and sent them to her, and wrote to her again after there was no reply from her.  But she waited until she finished writing.  But I misunderstood that it was the end of this letter, not the end of youth hunger.  Yes, there is no pen to paper in our youth.  Even in the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the summer is scorching hot, the autumn is clear and the leaves are falling, it is still in the winter of three feet of freezing; yes, our youth does not end, even in the childhood, the cardamom  Years, the years of peaches and plums, the years of weak crowns, the years of standing, the years of no doubts, the years of knowing destiny, the years of sixties, the years of ancient times, the years of octogenarians, and the years of expecting to be happy.  Our youth is eternal and brilliant.  Later, on her birthday, I gave her a gift and also wrote a message.  When I have nothing to do, I will also give her a few pens, sometimes I will borrow a history exercise book from her, and I will give her knowledge sticks, chocolates, and Alps on Singles¡¯ Day, and I will even give her "Waiting for the Return of the Angel" on her birthday again.  ".

    (seven)

    I don't know whether they are passers-by in my life or I am a passer-by in their lives.  I have no idea.  I think I want to jump out, stand on a high mountain, looking at the road of youth.  I saw traces before the age of sixteen, some were crooked, some were straight, some were happy, some were sad, some were happy, some were sad.  I looked at the road ahead again, but I saw nothing but smoke.  I once remembered that a man named Kong Qiu shouted on the river: the dead are so loud!  The dead are shouting!  Now, I am riding a bicycle, let go of my hands, and the breeze is blowing. My sixteen years, my youth, I shout in my heart.

    Broken bamboo, continued bamboo, flying soil, chasing flesh.  Ah!  How happy they are!

    finally!  I embarked on the journey of high school, bid farewell to junior high school, said goodbye to friends, said goodbye to my hometown, said goodbye to my relatives, and also said goodbye to the bicycle that accompanied me for seven years.

    (eight)

    The time in the first year of high school was very fulfilling, but also very lonely.  The head teacher is very good and responsible, and my classmates and I generally have a good time, but we don't have the feelings of junior high school.  Our dormitory is noisy, but it can also be rated as a "civilized dormitory".  The dormitory is very happy and warm, but the life that I passed away yesterday is gone.  Sometimes, I look up at the sky and see migratory birds flying and white clouds moving, but I don't know if I will fly to my hometown and return to my childhood.  Ah!  O life that I lost yesterday!

    The second year of high school is very beautiful, but there is no opposite sex that I can fall in love with.  The head teacher is not very responsible, the students said; the trash class, from the contemptuous eyes of other classmates.  On my seventeenth birthday, I bought some food and let it fly.  Spectacular!  My seventeen years old!

    Xiaoqiang often talked to me. He said that the current class is much worse than the original one, and he misses the days we spent together through wind and rain in the first year of high school.  indeed.  But flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again, and everything has changed.  Whenever I tell him about my junior high school girlfriends, he always smiles happily.

    Young Master Xiaobai is a good friend I made in the second year of high school. Every night in the dormitory, we always talk about our past.  After hearing my story, he just moaned.

    (Nine)

    Yes!  It's time to sigh, now things are wrong again!

    The big tree outside the window is full of vitality, but it is getting old day by day.  The leaves fell one by one.  One slice after another, two slices, three slices, four slices, five slices, six slices, seven slices, eighty-nine slices, all lost in youth.  I looked up to the sky and yelled: Eighteen years old, go!

    My bicycle is still lying in the lobby, and I endure the loneliness silently. Maybe one day, when we have a monthly vacation, I will take him on board. During the day or at night, the car will follow my dreams and send me to stop.

    Yes, the migratory birds in the sky are flying back again, and the leaves are green again.  I think, I can finally muster up the courage to chase the car that went away.

    ? 2008.12.6 (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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