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There is no bustling street in my hometown. A road paved by Bluestone is crooked. I have been walking for two or ten years. Without profound culture, the village neighbors always remember the same clothes and notes-like accent in the middle of the night. In that innocent childhood, the sky of hometown was always blue. Floating clouds were like a symbol deeply carved into the annual rings of life, circling and circling. The mountain in my hometown is not high, but it is not easy to climb up. At that age when I liked fantasy, I tried to climb mountains and mountains. What is behind the mountain? Noisy city, or fairyland like a paradise? I once thought… but it didn’t come true after all! After so many years, the mountain is still there, but the child who wants to climb over the mountains has already been there. The mountains and rivers in my hometown are not beautiful, but I am full of infinite longing for it and always want to explore the Earth… there is a small river in my hometown, which is our paradise in summer. When I was in school, I always came home with water all the way along the river after I was in school. I was surprised and scared occasionally when I saw crabs… the cool and clean river was refreshing the purest childhood in my heart. Singing and laughing all the way, I never appreciate the scenery along the way deliberately, but when I grow up, I always recall it quietly in a deep night, then forget it and recall it again. The river is not urgent or deep. It is quiet and steady, flowing gently in the time tunnel. We are all just passers-by of it. It is gentle and charming, and we can’t remember how many summers we have spent together in the river to avoid the scorching sun. For many times, we forgot to go home after playing, and finally we were pulled back by adults, hehe… how happy we were at that time. The Source of the river came out from the mountains. We haven’t looked for it. The river is too long, and that section is enough for us to explore. There are many willow trees planted by the river. From March to March, Catkins fly, catering to the fresh breath of spring. The mountains are connected with the Willow Bank, and the vast green, so intoxicating scenery is fixed in my life like a painting. But now I can only find its figure in my memory, boundless… there is a small dam in the upstream of the river, which is used to prevent drought, T-shaped… rainy season, you will also see the water pouring down like a white waterfall. With the sound, a piece of music played for the nature, flying all over the sky in the valley, euphemistically flowing long… I believe it has life and soul. There is a mountain pass when going up. The spring water comes out from the mountain and gathers into a river… there is no tree in the mountain pass, and there is a cliff. There are several wild trees mixed with the branches growing wildly. I still remember that I don’t know whether it has changed its appearance now? Back to my hometown, I have grown up in this land where I was born and raised. How much I am miss her! During the holiday, I went home. The desolate autumn wind swept over the quiet hometown, and the residual branches were defeated. The layers of mountains are withered and yellow, and the Earth is like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes. There is no joy and anger, no love and hate, no sadness… lying quietly somewhere touched by the years, elegant and calm, this is the broadness and tolerance that I can never do. The car passed the winding mountain road not for a moment. Arrived at the station, face to face, the fragrance from the soil. Ah! This is how familiar and kind the smell of hometown is… carrying my luggage, I walked and saw the once broad land, many dazzling buildings and many strange faces, there are many more… the sky is still blue, but I can’t feel the freshness and comfort before, but it is a little depressed. Is this the hometown I want? My hometown is still silent… the Bluestone Road is still there… it is smooth, smooth and shining by the footsteps of years. The cyan that has not faded yet. It is always my favorite color, and I can’t bear to step on it. I pity the firmness of the flagstones. After many years of wind and rain, I still don’t feel angry… how great it is… the scenery passing by along the way… passing through my life one by one. I don’t think I should lament… this is the truest beauty that life gives us… although life is stingy sometimes… I finally saw the familiar street… my heart finally settled down. The next day, I went to the Willow Bank… late autumn came… the leaves on the Willow had already disappeared, leaving only dull dead branches and mottled torso. Row by row. Invisible end. The river is no longer clear to the bottom. The mixed yellow sediment overflows the river channel and is dilapidated! A deep sense of guilt arises spontaneously… will this homeland accept all this? The river course with overgrown weeds is full of withered and yellow wheat Awn grass. I remember there were wild chrysanthemum flowers blooming in autumn before. Now it’s gone… soon it came to the river dam… the water potential is much smaller. I don’t think I can see it here, the leaping waterfall. Well, I can’t see it. I calmed down. I tried to listen. The music of nature… but I didn’t feel anything. Maybe it was because my heart was not as calm as when I was a child. What’s more, it has already been destroyed by human development! I don’t want to go on… now I am looking at my hometown, but it is so miserable and lovely… but it has accepted everything. What else can’t we accept? It didn’t last long, and the holiday soon ended again. Before leaving, I stood on the roof for a long time… I wonder what the reality is like. My hometown is the most beautiful scenery in my life. Slowly, youth is not here… time makes people grow and mature instantly, and we all find the direction we want. At the moment when the horn of the journey came to my mind, I realized that it was time to say goodbye to my hometown… we were all in noisy cities and lived a long and tedious life. You pass by countless strange faces every day. You say this is not the prosperity you want! Then in a quiet night, looking out of the window, looking into the distance, looking at the hard-to-reach hometown, deep sigh. Hometown, I have too many memories, but it is hard to recall at this moment… it is rare to go home once. Hometown is still lying peacefully in the long river of time… there is no love, hate, no sorrow, and no earthly fireworks. The vast, thick and broad hometown is deeply engraved in my heart, which is enough for me to understand it all my life. 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. 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I. I used to talk about love, but now I give love to my heart. Second, time annihilates everything, and everything breeds in my heart. When the shape is no longer the shape, it becomes eternal. Third, I shouldn’t have said anything to you. You became the person I cared most at that moment. Fourth, tears are more painful than tears in eyes. 5. Don’t break the appearance easily. We need to live in it. 6. The heart gathered sometimes is not true, which also determines that communism is impossible to achieve. 7. Desire is the light in the distance. We don’t know where to go without it. 8. When you hold a kitten, a puppy and a bird, you should consider whether they are willing to do so. 9. If you want to make greater progress, you must be a teacher for your whole life. Ten. The reason why good is good is that there is no cover in front of it; However, without cover, it becomes a monthly profit and loss. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…