Yuzhong remember

In those days in Lanzhou, the weather was always gloomy after the rain, and the slight wind was refreshing. One free afternoon, everyone went to the edge of the Yellow River together. I stood beside the Yellow River, the muddy Yellow River under my feet was flowing calmly, and the blue and gray sky above my head was boundless. Looking back at the rolling mountain, even if there were no trees, which set off the sky, it was still so vivid. I don’t know how to describe the scenery or the mood of watching it. Some people are attracted by the scenery in the front, while others are remembered by the pictures in the back. The team was elongated on the edge of the Yellow River, and then the team gathered us to attend one or two brief explanation meetings, and then they were distributed. Starting from that school, cars went through streets, separated from the air of the city, and drove into the real Loess Plateau. The dazzling sunshine evaporates the smell contained in the air after the rain. I seem to be able to distinguish the smell emitted by leaves, soil and grass. Then, I saw the Loess Plateau. The scenery in those pictures is so close to me now, as if I accidentally saw the dream set by myself. The road is tortuous, and the two sides are deep ditches suddenly concave, with different shapes. I really want to jump off the car and stand by the ditch to have a look, although I don’t know what I want to see. In the evening, when we were left in school, my western life began officially. For the first time in four years, I looked up consciously and luckily saw the stars shining in the night sky. And my first Western dream was awakened by the sunshine through the window and the flies flying inside the room at 8 o’clock the next morning. For the next whole day, we were all cleaning up. When we found it was almost all right, it was already six o’clock in the afternoon, and everyone decided to have dinner in the town. Second, the first impression of Yuzhong was that when my companions and I were walking in the town, the houses we saw had a feeling of gray. The rain came suddenly, but only a few drops. I don’t think there will be any rain here. On the way back to school, we found a rainbow painted in the sky. This surprised us. This was the first time I saw a rainbow. Everyone immediately ran to school to get the camera. At the same time, we found that the standing bare mountain on the opposite side was dyed dark red, just like a screen. I can’t tell what kind of red it is, a little darker than the sunset, and the mountain seems to be right in front of us. Therefore, we plan to visit the mountain. About two days later, we walked along the road at the school gate to the foot of the mountain. In the south, the style of summer is unified by Green, including verdant trees, boundless grass and various crops. Here, the style of summer is unified with dusty gray. The road we walked through, the houses along the road, the faces of people sitting outside the house, the walls as their backgrounds, and even the green plants all looked like this. It is hard to say how far the mountain is in front of us. We passed a long and narrow village, and the mountain was the same as what we saw, not near. And people didn’t take this action seriously, or it was just a simple walk. When it was getting dark, we folded it back. A heavy rain a few days later seemed to change our view of the rain in the northwest. With amazing eyes, we started from the raindrops with a diameter of four or five centimeters that hit the ground at first, and saw the rain disperse consistently. The wind and rain came together and almost broke the trees. Then, I found that the quilt was wet a few pieces. After the rain, the trees washed away the dust on the surface and became light green. The weather cleared up leisurely. The setting sun came out from the sky, and the gorgeous rosy clouds spread all over the sky. Inadvertently, I remembered the rain in Guilin, which seemed to come and go in a hurry. However, in the following days, such unexpected rain came like an appointment, coming in the evening. And the rain in this evening gradually continued into the rainy season in Northwest, which was as drizzle as long as the rainy season in Jiangnan. When we came, we didn’t bring umbrellas. My companion asked me when the rainy season in the South was, and I couldn’t help laughing. In this season of continuous drizzle, the days are also rendered with a hazy color by the drizzle. Sometimes, after a short stay, the clouds pass through several dazzling rays of light. Looking at the mountains in the distance, they gradually turn into the color of indigo, which is almost the same as the mountains seen in the Southern hometown after rain. The mountain like a screen has become the scenery I overlook again, showing different customs after the rain. When chatting nothing, one partner went to Suzhou, the other went to the county, and another read her books in the dormitory. In the afternoon, I sat alone in the classroom. Suddenly, I remembered the mountains I saw along the road on the train, standing like the mountains I saw in front of me, they seem to have experienced the same natural change in the Loess Plateau. Perhaps, if these mountains were covered with luxuriant forests, they would be almost the same as those in Guilin. If we must care about the differences, it would probably be between them and the elegance and roughness created by nature. In my impression, there won’t be so much rain here. Maybe I simplified the climate here. So many days of boring life made me feel bored. While my western life has just begun, what does a simple beginning mean? Perhaps more is expectation. Third, in another rainy season, if the House does not leak, I prefer rain. It is hard to see such rain in the northwest. I remember that when I first came here, I caught up with the rainy season here for a year. It was drizzling and drizzling for three days and two ends. If it were not for the bare mountain behind the campus and looking at the lush trees in the campus, I would regard the northwest as the south of the Yangtze River. Now, another impression of rainy season is coming. The weather forecast says there will be the same heavy rain as now for the next three consecutive days. Such a situation cannot help worrying people. At present, only a small area where the bed is located does not leak, but the water on the ground has flowed under the bed (in order to adapt to rainy days, I have adjusted the position of the bed). It rains for three days, God knows what will happen? The kitchen (the kitchen here is called the kitchen) also leaks, but there is still a non-leaking place where the electric cooker can be put down. In a trance, I went from July of the first year to June of the next year, from watching the unpredictable autumn rain to the pouring summer rain, it seems that the life of supporting education is going to end in such a rain. These days, apart from eating, I just lie in bed. I could only lie in bed, reading books or listening to songs while listening to the patter rain. The same is true for companions. We have been together for a long time, and there is no new topic to talk about. Besides the sound of rain, there seemed to be the clear sound of birds flying occasionally, or the sound of cars passing by in the distance, and then the monotony in the rain. Through that small window, I could only see the gray sky. I constantly choose between turning books and listening to music. The words in the book gradually made me numb; While in music, I unconsciously chose those low or with shouting voices. When the rain is a little small, I will go out and have a look. At this time, only slight drizzle was floating in the air. Those evergreen trees took off their gray color, which made them look extraordinarily bright, which surprised me a lot. Walking in the campus, I found that the color of the House also changed. A feeling of washing soaked in every scene, let alone the mountains in the distance. The quiet air brought me distant memories, and it seemed that I would cast such a scene into the memories of the future. However, it seems that I still splashed some attachment in this situation. My feeling was suddenly empty, and the things brought by the drizzle were taken away by accident. I wanted to distinguish what I was thinking, but found that my thoughts were as hazy as the gray sky. Fourth, it is often cloudy to leave the Sky. In the morning, you can see pieces of water on the ground in front of the yard, and it may rain again at night. The mountains are unusually clear in the distance, just like what I saw a long time ago, except that those mountains are green, while these mountains are yellowish brown. These scenes always remind me of what happened yesterday. I also often feel that I live in such memories. I have been away from the countryside for four years. In this way, I went back to the countryside. Although the environment is very different, some similarity is still so memorable, and this similarity makes life recall again and again. I can’t tell how these scenes touched me. After a rain, the sky was extremely clean, the mountains were slender and the eyes were unrestrained. This scene was repeated again and again after the spring rain in the mountain village, and every time it made me intoxicated. At first, I paid attention to this situation in junior high school. Probably from then on, the inner heart began to have consideration or pressure, so the inner heart began to become unclear, thus pursuing this external artistic conception. In fact, I have already begun to recall here. I came back from shopping with my companions. When I passed by the house where I originally lived, I seemed to see a car parked there while we were busy moving things into the house. The Sun on that day seemed as strong as now. Now, we have sent away a companion. We are also leaving. Speaking of these, it is a kind of nostalgia. Many scenes have been clear since we moved things into the house. A similar environment can describe the details of the past in front of us, just as the scene in front of the door becomes clear in the sun. It should be said that the scene after arriving in Lanzhou is vivid in my mind. Here, one kind of life says goodbye to another kind of life. In a brand new environment, I started a journey, and the beginning of the journey seemed to be full of all kinds of memories, even on a leisurely afternoon, when I listened to the erhu string at the end of the alley in the lazy sunshine, I had already regarded it as a scene of memory, and this year’s life began to fly in the sunshine. Memories may not only be nostalgia, but also be the imagination of a new beginning. This assumption is often influenced by emotions and memories. The past, present and future will blend together at some times, and we are often the aggregation of this blend. Realistic ideas are not only limited by the past, but also by the future, just like the expectations mentioned in economics. When thinking like this, we can’t tell whether it is clear or vague. Not everyone can recognize the real environment clearly. Looking at the sky after the rain, it is hard to say whether it is quiet or depressing monotonous. When I recall now, it seems to push a future thing to the present. In front of that door, the car I thought of saw off a companion on a rainy morning. Maybe on a similar morning, when recalling the summer sunset, we also left quietly. And this kind of departure may be another beginning.

Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city

I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends…

[Original essay] string words

Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or…

Forever military dream

Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually…

Spring rain

I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan…

Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified)

Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree…

Self

The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…