Natural beauty, inspirational nature

Chapter 3 Carefree Years
The story should start from my carefree childhood.In fact, when I was a child, I was not fat at all.

Up to now, I can still clearly remember that on that sunny spring day, I was wearing the popular ball head cut in the 90s, wearing the red "bat shirt" woven by my mother, standing beside the green rice fields of my grandmother's house in the countryside, like a The beautiful red phoenix eyes flicker like a Chinese porcelain doll.

My mother said that I still have a pair of cute little dimples when I smile. My voice has been a little hoarse since I was a child, but the sound quality is mellow and cadenced.The neighbor aunt tempted me with small candies and coaxed me to sing, so I stood in the spring breeze and sang the song "Mimosa"——

A little mimosa
Self-opening and self-defeating

she is not proud

only for

only for

beautiful sentiment
A little mimosa
self-pity, self-love, self-pity
She only worries about too little truth

do not know

do not know

youth will grow old

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My mother is a middle school English teacher, and my father is a handmade shoemaker.Like most ordinary working families in China, I was also a child who grew up in a family that was not too rich but lived a well-to-do life. Since I was sensible, my father has been working outside all the year round and rarely goes home. He worked in a cold northern shoe factory like Liao, and then went back to Shanghai, a city close to his hometown, to set up a shoe repair stall. He still made very little money for his family, and lived a poor life in Shanghai.

Because my father works outside the home all year round, he hardly stays at home, and my mother takes care of everything inside and outside the house.Although my mother is a teacher of the people, she did not give up farming the farmland allocated to her family. She either stood in the seven-foot lecture hall to give lectures to the students all year round, or took care of the crops in the farmland. In my childhood memory, I think Mother is really a veritable "gardener", either watering the flowers of the motherland, or cultivating the countryside.

My mother took me to Shanghai to visit my father when I was 15 years old. In the dark and crowded alleys in Shanghai, that was the first time I saw my father’s residence, and I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.The room he rented was not as good as our small bungalow in the countryside. The room has no walls, but a damp little world separated by a layer of brown-yellow primitive partitions.

When I was young, under the protection of my mother, although I was born in a small rural town, and my family didn’t have a building, but as a child who grew up by the sea, I don’t care for delicacies from mountains and seas. I often eat fresh seafood. In addition, the family has farmland, and my mother herself We grow vegetables, raise chickens and sheep, and we have good food, clothing and housing.

Before I went to Shanghai to visit my father, I had never experienced such a poor living environment and conditions.I have never experienced the hardships of migrant workers living in no fixed place. Dad's occupation at that time can only be regarded as the bottom of the society in today's society, but in their poor era when it was difficult to even eat a bite of white rice , Knowing how to make handmade leather shoes is already considered a good craft.

There are many brothers and sisters in my father's generation, more than a dozen children, who grew up in the famine. As the eldest, he dropped out of school after graduating from elementary school to help his grandparents bear the burden of life.

In my memory, my father has always been a very mild-tempered, very introverted and honest man, tall and thin. When my mother got angry, my father was never angry. They were always making trouble and laughing together.

Occasionally, I feel that my mother is too strong, and I am afraid that my father will be "bullied". I will act like a little adult and uphold justice for my father, saying to my mother: "Mom, don't bully dad. Dad treats you so well, and you still bully him?"

The two of them laughed together when they heard me, a kid, say such words.Since I was a child, I felt that my father listened to my mother very much. I think it was not because he was afraid of his wife, but more out of respect and love for my mother.

My mother is kind and simple, hard-working but brave and strong. She is a strong woman with a strong career. She loves to study since she was a child. She also grew up in a poor rural family.

What I have admired since I was a child is that my mother did not give up on the road of self-learning and growth because of her poor family. She became a people's teacher, but it was not officially established by the state at the beginning. Her high school classmates went into business one after another. Only her He resolutely stayed in the post of teacher.

Because there was a shortage of English teachers in the county at that time, she was self-taught and applied for an adult self-study university, specializing in English.After graduating from university, he successfully obtained the official establishment of national teachers.

Every winter and summer vacation, other people are busy celebrating the festival, but she is the only one who either studies hard with books in silence, or leads a group of children to learn English.

She is full of enthusiasm for her students and devotes her youth to the cause of education. The students she brings out every year are among the best in the school district's performance ranking list. mother".

When I was in middle school, I had excellent academic performance. Many people thought that my mother, who was an English teacher, and the class teacher must have given me a lot of special care and education.But the fact is just the opposite, my mother is too busy, she puts too much energy on her students, including taking care of and teaching the children of my seven aunts and eight aunts, but she doesn’t spend time on me .

I often watched the sun go down. When I was in elementary school, I went home from school and waited for my mother to come back. When I was sleepy and had nowhere to go, I fell in front of the toilet room in the countryside (every household in the countryside will not only build the main house, but also put it in the house) A side room is built next to it, and the side room is divided into three rooms: one is specially used for stacking household trivial sundries, one is for raising livestock, and one is used as a toilet room) unconsciously fell asleep on the railing.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa at home. My mother was so distressed that she hugged me up to eat. I always felt that my mother was very gentle and kind to me at that time. I saw that her eyes were full of love for her children Apologies for neglect.

My hard work in learning seems to have inherited her genes. I believe that it is a kind of power of precepts and deeds. I love learning and am good at self-study. Ranked among the best, with all-round development in arts and sciences, I usually have learned all the new lessons taught by the teacher before the teacher taught them.The good habit of previewing self-study has been retained until college or even after entering the society.

At the age of 16, I took the middle school entrance examination. Originally, I could enter a teacher-training technical secondary school or a medical school with a high score.But when I was a teenager, I had lofty aspirations and passion, and I made up my mind to go to high school and college.That was the first time that my life wishes went against my mother's wishes.

In my mother’s family, the aunts, aunts, and brothers are all teachers and nurses. The aunts and aunts all listened to my mother’s advice and applied for a middle school or health school. After three or four years, they all have a job that is envied by the public. "Iron rice bowl", only I went against her will and chose a provincial key high school to continue my studies.This high school is the second largest high school "Southeast Middle School" in our local area besides Qidong Middle School, which is a well-known key high school in the country, and it gathers top students from the city.

A 16-year-old young girl who left home for the first time is full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

When I was in junior high school, the tallest building in the school had only three floors, which were basically one-story buildings.I was born in a city that pays special attention to the quality of teaching. It is a model city with the highest quality of education in Jiangsu Province and even the whole country. However, the strict model of nine-year compulsory education made me live a life of "only reading sage books with one heart and one mind" from childhood to adulthood. , The campus life of "keep your ears off the window".Even those of us who seldom travel with our parents and family have never seen a well-designed, elegant environment, and high-floor institution of higher learning.

Until I took the physical examination for the senior high school entrance examination, the examination room was set on the playground of Southeast Middle School. That was the first time I saw taller and more refined teaching buildings.

The school has both modern buildings and antique wood-carved courtyards and terraces. The fusion of classical and modern, and the well-proportioned and complementary design styles left a deep impression on me.

After that physical examination, I secretly made up my mind to apply for this provincial key high school.Later, through hard work, I finally got my wish and entered this school with high scores.

In the first year of high school, I met my first Bole teacher "Li Hao" in high school. He discovered my writing talent and often read my composition as a model to everyone in class.

From elementary school to middle school, I have successively participated in large and small composition competitions in the city and the province, won large and small awards, and published many articles in large and small magazines and newspapers. I have gradually forgotten the honor, but I remember surprisingly clearly that the first time I was praised and affirmed by Teacher Li in the high school class was because the teacher assigned a composition called "Our School".It may be because at that time I had long regarded this school as the place where my dreams took off, so I would pay special attention to getting the teacher's approval.

Most of the students feel boring and headache about this kind of "realistic theme" narrative theme, and they have no way to write. However, I wrote thousands of words with eloquence and emotion. From the perspective of architectural design aesthetics, I recorded the first visit to the school from far to near. , from the beauty of appearance and form, to the exploration and pursuit of the inner spirit of "knowledge" and "truth", Mr. Li was overwhelmed, and many students, after leaving campus for many years, would still think about it because of the article I wrote. Remember me, if you see me, say you are Cheng Yifei, your article really brought our school to life, it is so beautiful.

I think that is not my personal charm, but just proves the charm of design, and also reflects the charm of literature and art.I am ashamed to say that before I started drafting and writing that article at home, I also doubted whether I could write such an unremarkable topic well. My mother said to me: You have to believe in yourself, you are the best.

I am very grateful to my mother for this kind of encouraging education method. As long as it is something I like and am interested in, she will encourage and support me to try.So I understood a truth when I was very young. Many things can only be done if you do it, not after you know it. Interest is the best teacher.

Everything can be done well if you do it with your heart, and the same is true for writing articles. Only by writing the true feelings of the soul can the words be infused with the soul and have fresh vitality.

I remember that when I was young, I loved music very much and fell in love with the electronic piano, but there was no piano for me to practice at home. I used chalk to draw the keys on the wooden board to practice. Put your hands on your belly, on your thighs, and practice fingering.

Seeing that I was so serious, my mother asked the music teacher of the school to buy me an electronic piano. After the music teacher gave us music lessons, he suddenly called me to her office and said to me very kindly: Feifei, look What's this?When I saw the electronic keyboard with black and white keys, I almost cried with excitement.

My mother gave me a big surprise. Since then, the house has always been full of music and laughter.When I was a child, I still loved drawing, especially drawing sketches of portraits, and I would also match each character with exquisitely designed clothing. My parents were often amazed by my self-taught drawing talent.

I want to come to think that I have loved "beauty" since I was a child, and I have a talent in art and literature. Before high school, I was always a three-good student with a comprehensive and balanced development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. The balance of comprehensive development of arts and sciences has completely lost its balance.

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