[转帖]Try To Remember

\"Try to remember the kind of September
　　when life was slow and oh so mellow\"
　　
　　It was when I was turning around the corner, in a hurry to go back home to prepare supper for my family that this old song, coming out of a little bookstore, attracted my attention. I couldn't help following it.
　　
　　\"Try to remember the kind of September
　　when grass was green and grain was yellow\"
　　
　　I was ignorant and innocent in Primary Five.
　　Once the Chinese teacher read us a tale from a book called Fairy Tales. It told of how a clever rabbit dealt with a cunning wolf. I got crazy about it and doubted if there was something as wonderful as that in the world. I was 12 years old, yet was as childish as a three-year-old.
　　Early one morning, I got to school to find in my textbook a note saying \"I am sorry, but I love you\"(The handwriting belonged to a boy.),I felt greatly insulted and became furious. How could someone be so disgusting as to say something like that? Why treat me like this? Who was so bold? Questions of this kind rushed into my mind as I teared a blank page from my exercise-book. \"You mean, outrageous, disgusting guy…\" I poured out my feelings onto the paper and tried to calm down. I was in the most flourishing time of my youth, yet fell into a frenzy of rage on reading \"I love you\".
　　
　　\"Try to remember the kind of September
　　when you were a tender and callow fellow\"
　　
　　Min was the very \"callow fellow\".He was just transferred to our school-a small village school. He differed from the other boys in many aspects. For example, he was neatly dressed all the time. He could speak Putonghua fluently. And he had got, both from his own experience and from the newspaper he had read, lots of things to tell(We village children never got a chance to read newspaper in those days.). Therefore, he was quite popular with us all. When he brought us some silkworms one Monday morning, we were very excited.
　　Inspite of the fact that I hated worms very much, I adopted a silkworm from Min. It was little, soft and quiet. I didn't think I liked it. I just followed suit. I put it in an empty match-box and carried the box with me wherever I went. From time to time, I opened the match-box to treat the little white thing to some mulberry leaves. It grew very fast and became fatter and fatter as time went by. \"It is marvelous.\" I always told myself.
　　There were two old mulberry trees near my home, so I was kind of in charge of picking up mulberry leaves every morning and bringing them to school. Min always went to school early and waited for my arrival, for he had many silkworms which were waiting ro be fed. \"Thank you!\"He would take the plastic-bag of mulberry leaves from my hand and sat down to satisfy the hunger of his silkworm. \"How is it growing?\"He would catch some opportunity to inquire the situation of my silkworm. And then we would carry some small talks. Though the Graduation Exams was drawing near, life for us was as tender as it was sung in the song:
　　
　　\"Try to remember when life was so tender
　　that no one wept except the willow\"
　　
　　One morning, however, when I carried a plastic-bag of mulberry to school as usual, the headteacher took me by suprise. He seized the bag and threw it into a wastebin.\"You don't come to school to raise silkworms, but to study……You will lead a plain and hard life like those village women if you don't work hard on your study from now on.\" He said. I didn't quite understand him. I had seldom thought of my future until then. Going to school was just a daily routine, while raising silkworms was a pleasure. I enjoyed the \"pleasure\" with Min.However, there was a force in the headteacher's voice, which frightened me.
　　Later I gave my silkworm to my younger brother. And I never picked up any mulberry leaves any more...I put my heart into study.
　　Min changed as well, and I guessed it was also because of our headteacher. We both entered a key middle school.
　　
　　\"Try to remember when life was so tender...\" I was singing out of tune, when my daughter, returned from primary school, called me.\" Mun, I got a love-letter from a handsome boy!\" She exclaimed, looking very happy and excited.
　　I smiled.My dear, I'd tell something that I'm trying to remember.