Miss, streets and those old days

Miss a person, a thing, a place sometimes, I think, Miss is a huge emotion. For example, now I am missing, thinking about some people and things, and then missing my hometown… When I came to Huaibei, I found how beautiful my hometown is. Really, the people there, the mountains there, the water there and the scenery there are all the unique products of Jiangnan Watertown, bright and clean, enchanting and pure. When I was at home, I never felt beautiful. When I arrived here, I began to have thoughts. People are like this: I never know how to cherish when I have it, and I will find it precious when I lose it.. I miss the green flagstone road in my hometown, the faint green mountains in my hometown, the long green water in my hometown, the simple and charming streets in my hometown, and the old days that have passed away. Those mountains and rivers are still there, and those old streets are still there, but my passing youth will never come back.. Suddenly, really suddenly, I began to miss my hometown like that. My hometown is a beautiful place. I don’t have to show off. She is quietly beautiful there. The quaint streets and the quaint customs have bred a large group of quaint, kind and beautiful people. Walking in that old alley, walking on the bluestone path, breathing fresh air, the air mixed with the special atmosphere of the old wooden house, fragrant and long, once in a while, you will see one or two old people walking into the deep house with a kind smile, walking on the leading crutch and taking broken steps, the old wooden door made that creaking sound. Then the door was closed slowly, when you hadn’t had time to see what mystery was in the thick door. I was just like this. I couldn’t see clearly what kind of winding path was deep in the deep yard. The host had already closed the door, leaving me to guess in the same place… What’s more, those low attics make me daydream for a long time. Those attics are almost no longer occupied, but they are still kept there. I raised my head and looked at the attic, which was so low and ancient, so I often wondered what kind of people lived there? Or what kind of woman? What kind of appearance and figure does she have? Is it beautiful? Whether there was one day when she opened the long-closed flower window and leaned against the dark handrail to see the crowd coming and going downstairs. Then she saw a person alone in the sea of that man, but that man just looked up as soon as possible and saw the peony hiding in the attic. Looking at each other like this, it seemed that after thousands of years, I just waited for you, you just waited for me, and each other waited for the beautiful encounter for several centuries. But today we met. At that time, time should have stopped, at least it would be a few seconds slower.. Then I still hid in my fragrant boudoir, half covering the bead curtain, and half covering my heart with my slender jade hands, because my heart was jumping too fast or too slow, so that a few shots were exposed… Hehe, who knows? Are you still downstairs? Guessing in my heart, I slowly strolled, embroidered shoes, three inches of Golden Lotus, delicate steps and swaying posture, which were as light as a butterfly to fly. Slightly probe, Pearl hairpin overflows, oh, you are still there! Oh, in fact, I am still here! Then the four eyes looked at each other, and the eyes turned, and suddenly the water was shining. OK, can you understand mine? I can understand you as well… Hehe, I just stood under the attic and imagined that the ceiling was messy. I lowered my waist, stretched out my hand to touch the blue slate which was polished by time but still uneven, and then it seemed that I could still touch the footprints of the young man in white, because of the temperature left by standing for too long, holding the air, there seemed to be the faint fragrance of books and ink on his body. The most refreshing place with picturesque scenery and colorful flowers is the story of such gifted scholars and beauties, which is so soft. Smile, Hundred Pro Quansheng, sixpalace, no color. Gentle enough, wedding day a dream. It seemed that the beauty was born to match the gifted scholar. It was made by nature. I just wanted to wait for you, so you also came to wait for me! It suddenly occurred to me that I was lost one day in my grandmother’s house when I was young. I was only four or five years old at that time. I was standing there, at a loss, and then I began to want to cry, in a trance, a big brother took my hand and took me to an attic. I stepped on the wooden stairs and went up with a squeak, however, there is another world in such a low building, which is not as short as outside and as narrow as imagined… Now occasionally, some fragmentary pictures appear in my mind, asking my mother about going to the attic when I was a child. But my mother said she didn’t know. I was very confused. Was it a dream? After a long time, the memory becomes weaker and weaker, more and more like a dream. But I just can’t shake it out of my mind. I don’t know how to understand those old days. I just can’t come back, and my memory is getting shallower and shallower. I just hope that one day I will be too old to move and my teeth will become loose, when my hair is snow-white and my face is full of wrinkles, I can still walk on those warm flagstones with Moss, looking at the low attics on both sides of the street, recalling those vague memories and beautiful reveries when I was young, I smiled quietly and died of old age quietly.. Those old and ancient streets, those old times in memory, all that I miss are just those.

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