She is a little girl who loves to laugh, she is small, her face is small, her eyes are invisible when she smiles, and her voice is beautiful-just like a silver bell.
At that time, I was with my grandma in a small village called “yard head”. I haven’t spoken here in detail because of the hours of dissipation. Anyway, because my parents are away all year round, let my grandma take care of me without anyone’s support. For this reason, I am bullied by my tricky little aunt. At that time I was in the first grade because I was not tall and I was sitting in the front row, but there were still people who were smaller than me and sitting in the front row. That was Chunxiang.
The Chunxiang family and my uncle’s grandpa are in an alley, so every time I go to my uncle’s grandpa, I go to her house to play. We often fish and fish in the small river west of her house. She likes to eat a small bowl of rice in the afternoon, we also call it “afternoon tea”.
It starts with the relationship between Chunxiang and flooding.
I remember that when we were kids, we were a very small school with only four tile houses (one of them was an office, the other two were large classrooms for grades 1-4, and the smallest one was kindergarten) Classroom), a playground of about 40 square meters. There is a rice mill on the south side of the playground. It is called a “factory”, which is actually a red brick house with more than 10 square meters. The side of the house on the south side of the river is our toilet. The toilet is a big tank with a plank on it, and sitting there is a little swaying, so I have to hold the rope on one side with my hands every time.
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One day, in a story class, I can’t remember the specific story. Two classes-that is, the children of two grades are crowded on the playground, surrounded by the young Meiling teacher who was still young, and listened to her story with concentration. I suddenly urinated and hurried to the toilet without a report. Just after turning the corner of the rice mill, I smelled the soaring odor, and then rushed up to see it-Chunxiang struggled desperately in the manure tank. When I saw me, I couldn’t even shout. I was stunned at that time-the manure tank in the country was estimated to have the height of an adult, not to mention that she was surprisingly small, even the average senior children would not be able to pad it.
After a few seconds, I reacted and hurried to call Teacher Meiling. Teacher Meiling ran and grabbed the pole at the door of the rice mill while he asked me to call something else teacher. Rescue Chunxiang.
Since then, children in the neighborhood have often teased Chunxiang-Chunxiang always blushed and ran away with her mouth open.
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Later then, I went to study in my own town. The school there is spacious and bright, and then read and read all the way, and go to high school elsewhere.
In the high school years in full swing, I was preparing for the medical examination. My mother brought me clothes for changing, and when I left, Zhiwu Wuwu told me that Chunxiang was gone. At that time I was 17 years old, and I didn’t expect to leaveWhat do you mean. Ask mom where to go. Because when I went to my grandma’s house last time, I met her. She said that she did not go to high school. Instead, she went to a teacher’s college. After another six months, she could practice in a primary school in the town. Mom said it was dead. I was inexplicably worried at the time, and felt very hurt. My mother was afraid of affecting my college entrance examination and didn’t elaborate, so I hurried away.
After the college entrance examination, I went to my grandma’s house for the summer. Speaking of Chunxiang, grandma just sighed–said that early in the morning, it was still bright, and Chunxiang rode a bicycle to the small journal in town. As a result, on the bridge leading to the main road in the village, she didn’t have time to get off the car. Between the effort and the hesitation to get off, she even led the car into the river. After some struggle, she did not come up after all. The day the body was salvaged and placed in the Lingtang, grandma went to see her. I saw a yellow flower covering her yellow hair. The flower was swinging under the blow of a fan. Grandma who has seen everything for ten years can’t help but chill. Grandma said that it was because Chunxiang was still young, only 17 years old, and such a fresh life was gone, which made people reluctant.
I always wondered if Chunxiang had a holiday with “Flood”, because I was met by me in the hour, but later this time, why no one can meet and help Help her.
May Chunxiang rest in peace soon!