That shade before and

I don’t know how long it took to return to that banyan tree. Anyway, every time I went to my cousin when I was young, I always groped for something under that tree and played there for a whole day with obsession. That is a banyan tree. It is not as simple, simple, elegant and melodious as described in the book; Nor is there any romantic and elegant person who writes poems and paintings before, which is full of interest. It’s just a small tree for decades. Next to it was a shabby Primary School, and the shade almost covered the door. The Crown is not very thick and dense, but it can attract a little cool breeze and countless cicadas in hot and dry weather. So I sat below for a long time, and my ears couldn’t help buzzing. I was very ignorant when I was a child, and I only thought that the person who played the glass beads was a powerful person. When you are free, you will break this complex and make it cool. When the sunlight spread all over the branches, they played and chased, which made passers-by happy: these kids! Under the shade of the tree, I never described dreams, never understood that I was heartbroken, just spent every day curiously, and the casual kindness was not so strange and distant. Until every day, I had to repeat my student life, running around the 2.1 line between dormitory and school every day. Now I still like the clear and noisy shade, but I have already lost the feeling we share under the shade, ignoring the loneliness you have. Will you feel it? Could it be that you will also leave away from me. It isolates 18-year-old youth here. It seems that I once dreamed of falling with you and returning to the shade together. But when I wake up, who is lost? Maybe, a window, two worlds? By chance, I broke into your world again. Next to You are a group of young children who are laughing sweetly and chasing each other. The leaves seemed to be infected with this taste, shaking their heads. I seem to see me once. Is it because I am old? The Banyan Tree still snuggled beside the primary school, and its bottom was covered with gray and black rotten fallen leaves. The oval leaves hung in the mid-air, yellow and tender. Stretched out his hand to move forward, but stopped. What are you still sentimental about? Bale, Bale. Suddenly, the wind passed by, and the ground was broken. At this time, how many ruthless fallen leaves are there. Buddha said: one flower, one world, one leaf, one heaven. That tree is full of many sustenance. Summer is quiet, and I will come again in cool autumn. When I stayed in my spare time for another day and then went to the shade of the tree, I felt nothing in my heart, only to see some gorgeous ruins. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…