The storm outside the window is still going on, which makes me feel extremely irritated. I hate rain, especially the kind that is windy and rainy. If the snow can bring temporary tranquility to the world before it melts, then the storm
It serves no other purpose than messing up everything.
I remember when I was in elementary school, the school was located halfway up the mountain. To get there, a loess uphill road was the only way. Although the dirt road was relatively smooth, the floating soil on the surface kept harassing us. Once the school van drove by, the road
Teachers and students on both sides had to cover their mouths and noses and close their eyes to avoid tasting the breath of Mother Earth.
This is the case in summer, but it will be much better in autumn. There are rows of elm trees on both sides of the road, and the fallen leaves will cover the floating soil, just like laying a natural dust-proof mat. Students always like to kick the ball after school
Although walking under fallen leaves is a very boring behavior, we somehow enjoy it. As children, fun is always simple and meaningless.
In winter, the slopes will be covered with ice and snow. Even if the whole school goes out to clear the snow, there will still be some stubborn ice paths left. These ice paths are dangerous for adults, but they are rare entertainment facilities for children.
No one dislikes horse skating (ice skating). Even the most timid students would squat and slide down, and then happily fall on their butts. At that time, we had nothing, no tablets, no computers and next-generation consoles.
For students where the gap between rich and poor is not obvious, this simple entertainment is enough to make everyone happy every day and welcome tomorrow without any worries. Looking back now, occasionally on sunny days, in front of my sisters,
With her company, I can still vaguely remember that feeling. It was a kind of pure hope and an absolute sense of happiness. I had lost this feeling for a long time, and I only recalled it after meeting Ling Mei.
, recalling my past self, the one who always laughed out loud from the bottom of my heart.
After the happy winter, the annoying spring comes one after another. Whether it's the weather with huge temperature difference that makes people don't know how to dress, or the sewage flow formed by melting ice and snow, these are all things we need to face when going to school.
The trouble. As for the spring rain, it is the thing that disgusts me the most, even more disgusting than the hanging ghosts (inchworms) falling from the elm trees and the poplar catkins flying in the sky. The spring rain can nourish all things, but it can also nourish everything.
Turning the slope to school into a cross-country motorcycle racing venue. Showing off your newly bought leather shoes in front of your classmates in the morning, trudging through the mud in them at noon, and being forced to wear worn-out old sneakers in the afternoon. This kind of thing is simply frustrating.
People collapse. For me at that time, this was one of the rare things that really bothered me. So I hated mud, spring rain, and spring. Why does the vibrant world begin in mud? Why
Will the temperature fluctuate before summer arrives? From then on, for the first time, I had the idea that there was something wrong with the world.
I remember it was a physical education class, the physical education class I hated the most. As usual, the first thing in class was to run around the entire campus, and the loess slope was naturally the only way for us to go. We had just finished it that morning
Due to the rain, the large loess slope naturally turned into an obstacle course. Every student slowed down, frowned and carefully found a solid place to move up the slope.
At that time, like boys of the same age, I had the retarded thought of rejecting the opposite sex. Although this is a necessary stage in the growth of children, I still felt that I was mentally retarded at that time, and that all human children were mentally retarded. Because I
I am mentally retarded, so when I went uphill, I was just minding my own business, and never thought about helping other classmates. Compared to those girls, I was more concerned about not getting my white socks dirty from the mud on the ground.
Then, I remember a girl approached me and wanted me to help her up the slope. I can’t remember which girl it was, but in short, there was such a person. I was a study committee member at the time, and I had a strong sense of responsibility and was very respected.
The teacher liked it. It was precisely because of this sense of responsibility that I agreed to let the girl grab me and walk with me, even though it was difficult for me to walk steadily.
I vaguely remember that the girl was a head taller than me and naturally much bigger. I don’t understand why the girl came to me. Maybe it’s because I’m easier to talk to. You can imagine what happened later. I didn’t know how to wrestle.
Being implicated by the other party, my clothes and pants were all covered in mud. I felt aggrieved and cried loudly, but what I got in return was the contempt of other classmates and the angry question from the girl, "Why didn't you help me?"
Why, why does it become like this? I am obviously one of the victims, why do people blame me? What did I do wrong? Do good people get rewarded as promised? Is it because I am not good enough? Why do I help others?
Not only is there no benefit, but you will also suffer losses? No wonder other boys always say that helping others is a silly monk. It turns out that this is really the case~ This world is completely different from what I imagined~~~
Later, I asked my parents to buy me a pair of rubber shoes, so that I could easily climb the slope without fear of mud. With the help of rubber shoes, I didn't need to rely on others, I could deal with the annoying yellow mud by myself. The most important thing is
What's amazing is that whenever another classmate asks me to help, I can stand firmly and won't lose my balance while looking for a foothold. However, from that time on, I never seemed to help a girl, only with
The other boys climbed up and down the slope together. Girls are too difficult to take care of and cannot bear.
I like umbrellas. Although I am a man, I like umbrellas. I like the feeling of holding an umbrella. I like to put the umbrella on my shoulder and turn it in my hand. If the rubber shoes protect me from the mud, then the umbrella helps me defend myself.
I am immune to the attack of rain. As long as there is no wind and I hold up my own umbrella, the troubles falling from the sky will not get me wet at all. I hate the feeling of being wet, and I hate the clothes that become sticky and heavy because of the wetness.
Later, I also wore children's military boots in the winter. With the rubber outsole, it was difficult for me to slip and fall into the mud. As long as I can keep my feet on the ground, I don't even need to run faster.
Worried about falling down. A pair of practical safety shoes is much better than those flashy fashion shoes.
Now think about it, did my unique hobby originate from that period? Although rain boots and combat boots are completely incompatible with the stiletto heels that I like now, maybe it evolved like this? Cherry was not before
As I said, her boots are her armor, which can protect her most vulnerable parts. For me, rain boots and military boots gave me enough sense of security when I was a child, leaving no shadow on me.
Grow up healthily. These two types of shoes are classified as boots. Maybe this is where my boot obsession comes from?
But it’s so strange~ I know that there are indeed people in this world who like rain boots and military boots, but they are a completely different group from me who like boots. Why, why did my preference change to women’s boots?
Oh~ It seems to have some eyebrows, it must have been in junior high school~