春香

她是个爱笑的小姑娘，个子小小的，脸蛋小小的，笑起来小眼睛眯得看不见，声音很动听——就是银铃般的。

那时候我在一个叫“院头”的小村子里，跟着姥姥过。
小时的颠沛流离，这边就不仔细说了，反正因为父母常年在外，无人依托就让姥姥照顾我，为此很受我那刁钻泼辣的小舅妈欺凌。
那时候我读1年级，因为个头不高，坐在前排，可还有比我个头小的，还坐在更前排，那就是春香。

春香家跟我舅爷爷家在一条巷子里，所以我每次去舅爷爷家都去她家玩。
我们经常在她家西边的小河边捞鱼捞虾。
她喜欢在下午吃一小碗饭，我们也叫“下午茶”。

事情从春香与淹水的关系说起。

记得我们小时候 是个很小的，只有四间瓦房（其中一间是办公室，另外两间大的做1-4年级，最小的那间坐幼儿园教室），一个40平方左右的操场。
在操场的南侧 有个碾米厂，说是“厂”，其实也就是一间10多个平方的红砖头房子。
房子南侧 靠河的这边，就是我们的了。
厕所是个大缸，上面拦了一木板，坐在上面还有点晃啊晃的，所以每次都要用手紧抓着一边的绳子。

有一天，在上故事课，具体是讲什么故事，我记不得了。
两个班——也就是两个年级的孩子都挤在操场上，围在当时还很年轻的美玲老师身边，聚精会神地听她讲故事。
我突然尿急，没有报告，就急匆匆地往厕所跑。
刚拐了碾米厂那个弯，就闻到冲天的臭气，再冲上去一看——春香在粪缸里拼命挣扎着。
看到我 却连喊都喊不出来。
我当时吓呆了——那乡下的粪缸估计有一个大人的身高，别说她个头出奇地小，就是一般的高年级孩子也会垫不到底的。

几秒种后，我反应过来，赶紧跑去喊美玲老师，美玲老师一边自己跑来 随手抓起碾米厂门口的扁担，一边让我去喊别的老师。
把春香救上来了。

这以后，附近的小孩还经常取笑春香——春香总是小脸一红，噘着嘴巴就跑了。

再后来大一些，我就到自己家镇子上去读书了。
那里的学校宽敞、明亮，然后就一路读啊读，到别的地方去读高中。

在如火如荼的高三岁月，正准备体检的那会儿。
妈妈给我送来换洗的衣服，临走的时候支支吾吾跟我说——春香走了。
那会儿我17岁，还没想到走了是什么意思。
问妈妈 走哪去了。
因为上次我去外婆家，还遇到她，她说自己没有读高中，倒是去读了个师专，再过半年就可以在镇上的小学实习了。
妈妈说就是死了。
我当时心里一阵莫名地揪心，觉得很疼。
妈妈怕影响我的高考，也没细说，就匆匆走了。

高考过后，我去姥姥家过。
说到春香，姥姥只是叹息——说那天一早，天还蒙蒙亮，春香就踩着自行车去镇上的小学报到。
结果在过村里通往大路的那个桥上，她没来得及下车，在用力与下车的犹豫之间，连人带车一头栽进了河里。
经过一番挣扎，她终究是没有上来。
遗体被打捞上来安放在灵堂的那天，姥姥去看了她，只见黄纸覆盖下，她的一头乌发上别着一支红色的花，那花朵在风扇的吹动下摆动着，让几十年什么都见过的姥姥不由得心里发寒。
姥姥说，那是因为春香还小啊，才17岁，这么鲜活的生命走了，让人舍不得啊。

我就一直在想，春香是不是跟“淹”有过节，小时那次因为被我遇见，可是后来这次呢，为什么就没有人能遇见，能帮帮她啊。

愿春香早日安息！

Introduce:She is a risible girl, stature is small, cheek is small, laugh small eye narrow one's eyes to must be lost sight of, sound is very pleasant —— is Yin Ling like.
Await me to cry in in those days " courtyard head " in little village, follow grandmother to pass.
The drift from place to place of the hour, here said not carefully, anyway because of parents all the year round outer, nobody are relied on let grandmother take care of me, for this very the ride roughshod over of little wife of mother's brother that suffers forceful of my that artful.
Await me to read 1 year in those days, because build is not tall, sit in in front of, still can have smaller than my build, still sit in more in front of, that is spring sweet.
Spring sweet home is in with home of grandfather of my mother's brother an alley child in, so I go to home of mother's brother grandfather going to her home playing every time.
We often scoop up a fish to scoop up shrimp by the side of the brook in the west of her home.
She likes to eat a bowl of small meal afternoon, we also cry " afternoon tea " .
The concern of its Cong Chunxiang and inundation speaks of.
Remembering us is a very small school in one's childhood, have 4 tile-roofed house only (among them one is the office, additionally two do 1-4 grade classroom greatly, the smallest that sits nursery school classroom) , the playground that a 40 square control.
In the playground to have husk rice factory, saying is " factory " , actually namely the house of red brick head of a 10 many square.
The river leans to the house here, the toilet that is us.
The toilet is a big crock, barred above one board, sit to above still the dot shakes ah shake, should clutch with the hand every time so at the same time cord.
One day, attending story class, specific it is to tell what story, I am written down disastrous.
Two classes —— namely the child of two grade is squeezed on the playground, surround beside very young still at that time beautiful Mr.
Ling, listen to her taletelling sedulously.
I am abrupt make water is urgent, without the report, run hurriedly toward the toilet.
Firm abduct husk rice the factory is bent that, smell towering bad smell, rush forward to see —— again spring sweet struggling desperately in mucky crock.
See I cry to cry not to come out repeatedly however.
I am aghast at that time the height that the mucky crock estimation of —— that countryside has an adult, never mention it her build exceptionally small, general high grade child also can be not filled up after all.
After a few seconds are planted, my response comes, run to call beautiful Mr.
Ling rapidly, beautiful Mr.
Ling at the same time oneself run conveniently grabs husk rice the carrying pole of factory doorway, let me call other teacher at the same time.
Spring sweet save came up.
After this, the child around often still makes fun of spring sweet —— spring sweet always be little face one red, pouting mouth to run.
Again a few bigger later, I arrive oneself13038