Flowers bloom on the road
Yan Jun
The early spring that year was extremely cold, and the howling wind was swept wildly with the cold. The sky covered with clouds is filled with snow from time to time, and this beautiful small town is once again covered in silver, as if it is given another season of imagination.
Cultural Palace is located in the outskirts of the city, and the two literary training classes are held here as scheduled each year.
Yan is a master's student in the Chinese department of Normal University who has just graduated from , and is also a Chinese teacher in this training class. He is as talented as a waterfall, and has a lot of experience in Tang poetry and Song lyrics. His articles are frequently seen in newspapers. His works have mysterious meanings and are highly meaningful. Whenever he reads them, his mouth will leave his fragrance and he cannot bear to leave.
plum, a literary enthusiast, one of the students of this issue, is graceful and graceful, with a beautiful appearance, one inch of autumn waves, and a thousand hu of pearls.
opened the class and Iron introduced himself. He talked about the Tang poetry of the bright moon among the flowers, the ambition of the wind and clouds, the Zen heart of the clear spring on the stone, and the love of the tears of the sea...
Plum was infected by the majestic demeanor of the rock.
She stared at Yan's every frown and movement and suddenly felt distracted.
I don’t know when snow had already started to float outside the window.
The first lesson ends as twilight approaches. The student was already a bird of open cages. Yan packed up his own things and found that only Mei was still sitting in the position and motionless.
Yan has long noticed this girl who was distracted in class.
He walked forward. "It's over, you can go home."
"Oh, yes." Mei stood up slowly, "Teacher, it's snowing outside, I'll give you a look, I've brought an umbrella..."
Yan looked at Mei with a zipper and nodded Nuannuan.
Although the wind is a little cold, Yan and Mei clearly feel each other's warmth. Under a flower umbrella, the two talked about reading, writing, and life...
The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. The heaven and earth seemed to have sentimental support for the two young men and women, the fairy tale world Cuisine.
She told Yan that she likes cold plum in winter, so she named it Mei. She asked Yan wisely: "What flowers do you like?"
Yan smiled and replied: Jiang Caiping . Mei knew that Jiang Caiping, a talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, was born to love plum blossoms.
The warm smile of the rock is like moonlight shining on Tsinghua, and like a night of spring breeze, it blooms into an invincible flower tree in the heart of plums...
The evening has arrived. The marks in the snow of the two men slowly disappeared into the distance.
The lights are on, as bright as fire.
They fell in love.
Perhaps, the most beautiful encounter is not on the road, but in the heart. They planted blooming lotus flowers in the garden of their hearts. It was a different scenery, full of poetry and painting, calm and indifferent, gentle and affectionate, and the poems that I have always yearned for and the distance...
The training of the weekly lessons of plums has never been absent. I miss you little wormwood, and I deeply love you, and I stare at the plum blossoms all the time. Mei also understood Yan's tenderness from Yan's expectant eyes, and she was impressed by Yan's outstanding literary cultivation.
In the sweet time of betting on books and tea, the plum blossoms are bright with a positive and peaceful attitude.
Yan said to Mei, you want to write the most beautiful essay to give to me. Mei Yimen was shy and nodded in agreement with Yan's first exam.
A week passed, two weeks passed... Mei never appeared in the training class again.
rock wondered and even felt a little uneasy. Finally he received a text message from Mei: Don’t contact me, I will contact you when it’s convenient...
In the days that followed, Yan was listless and even a little lost. Finally, I couldn't help calling Mei, but the other party was turned off.
Yan was a little annoyed and never asked where she was from and what unit she was.
Yan seemed to suddenly understand, and he remembered the story of the ancient gangster. "The gangster is so cool, holding cloth and shaving silk, sending a child to Sheqi. As for Dunqiu ..." The seemingly honest gangster disappeared, and he let down the girl who loved him. Oh, it turns out that May is the modern version of the female gangster.
He was disappointed and no longer wanted to recall the days he had in the past.
Yan was seriously ill.
The days after that are like a flash of time, and it is late spring in a blink of an eye.
That day, he suddenly received a call from the county, asking him to go to the hospital as soon as possible. In the hospital auditorium, Yan would never have thought of a scene that caught his eye: a large photo of plum was hung in the center of the rostrum, and flower baskets on both sides surrounded him into a sea of flowers. The elegy of "mourning the anti-epidemic fighter Mei" made him cry instantly... The hospital leader and Mei's parents found him. He told him everything about Mei: Mei is an ambitious girl, loves literature, and is also a backbone nurse in the hospital. When the epidemic raided the southern country, she was the first to sign up to "join the war". The task was heavy and the departure was urgent, so I didn't have time to say goodbye to Rock. The epidemic is critical and it is impossible to call. During the days of fighting the epidemic, Mei fought on the front line day and night, completely forgot her illness, and she fell in the position of fighting the epidemic.
His plum blossoms sacrificed their lives for the country.
Mei's parents handed over Mei's relics to Yan and told him that this was Mei's last instructions before her death.
Yan opened the bag, which contained the Tang poems and Song lyrics that Yan gave her, and a text message: "Yan, I'm almost out of my way. I'm really happy to know you. I promised you to write an essay for you, but I can't do it now. I'll copy a few words of my love for you to keep as a souvenir..."
"You are so kind, so much love... Twist you and shape me..."
Yan has already had tears flowing like rain.
How can the coldest cold stop the spring from germination? Spring never speaks, but it warms the world, and flowers never speaks, but it warms people's hearts.
You left, you walked so lightly, so dazzling, and so sad...
is not a flower that prefers chrysanthemums, and there are no flowers when the flowers bloom. The last class of the
training class is over. The rock was sad in the empty classroom. He remembered his beautiful past, the beautiful plum with beautiful appearance and fragrant mouth.
The setting sun passes through the door outside the window. Yan finally looked at Mei's seat before her death and walked out of the outdoors. In the distance, under the hazy sky, the rock seemed to hear the singing of Mei Qingli.
He firmly believes that only love can never end in the world...
In the fields, flowers are blooming on the road.
Ningyang County People's Procuratorate
