My good friend has been working and living in the provincial capital for more than ten years, but every year he always goes back to his hometown in the depths of the mountains a few times. The home of the mountain is his life can never be cut off from the favor, as the green leaf to the root.
One day in May, I followed him into the mountains. My good friend's home is known as "Minhou Tibet" Tingping Township in a small mountain village? It is nearly two hundred kilometers from the provincial capital.
May is the colorful season, May of the mountains is more charm. The car driving in the mountain highway, the mountain road curved, sometimes winding, sometimes shaking. After more than five hours of driving, to the hometown of friends has been nearly dusk.
This is a beautiful mountain village, first of all, into your eyes is full of hills and slopes of green, a large tree, a small tree seems to find their own most accurate position, to the fat green cover yellow and desolate, a piece of vitality. On this green paved land, there are more than thirty families dotted in a staggered manner. The high and low buildings are permeated with a strong ancient and simple mountain style. In the mountain village at dusk, smoke curls up; the cries of cows and goats returning to their pens rise and fall.
Into the mountainous land, into the cozy home. A good friend's home is a two-story brick structure, built on the mountain. Inside the house lived his elderly parents. The old man's pure enthusiasm, kind words, let me have a kind of home happiness. From the room rippled with laughter haunting the mountain village. This pair of old people are authentic mountain people, the man read a year of school, the woman bucket can not read a few words. They raised three children, two boys and one girl. Although they did not know much, they firmly believed in one thing: "Only by studying can we have a future". In order to let their children study more, they trekked up the steep mountain roads and fought hard in the raging wind and rain. The hard work of life has made their backs prematurely stooped. Happily, the three children are well-behaved and understanding, they have learned in the climbing and rolling with the mountains of the mountain-like perseverance, in the resistance to rain, snow, wind and frost in the casting of self-confidence to overcome the bad luck. Finally, they have grown into a colorful tree, grew into a mountain with a lofty, simple and vivid posture to the world outside the mountain. The oldest son finished college and stayed in the provincial city to work in an organization; the second son is a middle school teacher in the county; the youngest daughter is attending college outside the province. The children who have settled down in the city asked their parents to live with them in the city, but the old man "stubbornly" stayed in the mountains. The old man said: a lifetime of dealing with the mountains, used to it.
Three children have left the mountains, but they are always attached to their parents, attached to the development of their hometown, today, my best friend and in order to contribute to the construction of hydroelectric power station in their hometown back.
The night is deep, and the occasional barking of dogs and insects makes the night in the mountain village even more quiet. The moonlight shines through the window, illuminating my sleepless eyes.
The next morning, I stepped out of my room, the sky was clear, the sun was warm, the grass was moist, and the morning dew was bright and crystal clear. Birds flew over my head and stopped at the trees to sing. The folks in the mountains get up especially early, whip and steer cattle, sweating and hoeing, constituting a beautiful picture of the mountainous countryside in the early morning. Passing by a peach grove, heavy fruit pressure bent the tree's spine, is working in the orchard of the neighboring old man saw us, picking a bag of peaches, very proudly said to me: "children, taste, this is my nephew of this college student to introduce the new varieties." The joy of a good harvest hangs on Uncle's bronze-colored face. Uncle is a veteran, in the army learned a handful of good driving skills, have the opportunity to stay in the provincial capital development and entrepreneurship, but he decided to return to his hometown to lead the townspeople to plant fruit trees, planting medicinal trees, the development of mountainous areas of special economic. Mountain people is a grain of seed, root themselves in the mountain soil, from spring to fall, from summer to winter, blossom into flowers, fruit, thus evoking the beautiful hope of the mountain people. It is also with their silent deep love for the mountains that the mountains are changing day by day, so that the civilization of the mountains have been passed on from generation to generation.
A thin and narrow mountain village road, a wisp of entangled mountains around the water of the countryside. On the way to leave the small mountain village, a good friend said: the hometown of the mountains is the height of his life can not be reached, where to experience the real smoke and milk, touched and kind. He firmly believed that his generation would try to change the hometown. Yes, even if a person walks farther in his life, his initial footsteps are still running on the path of his hometown. Like a tree, the roots are always trekking deep in the land. Approaching the depths of the mountains, pro into the mountain family, there will be a lot of realization.
If disaster strikes tomorrow
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If disaster strikes
Disaster, what a terrible word! What a terrible word! I have never encountered any big disaster and I don't understand the consequences of a disaster, so I thought: what if a disaster comes tomorrow.
In the year 20xx A.D., the Earth Monitoring Center suddenly sent an alert: a planet several times larger than the Earth was slowly approaching the Earth, and it was estimated that it would hit the Earth tomorrow.
The Earth was in a panic, and I couldn't help but freeze when I read the news, "Oh my God! The end of the world is coming!" I thought uneasily. Suddenly, a big hand pulled me over, it was my dad, he was packing up his things while saying to me, "Still frozen? Don't pack up your things yet, the last space craft is about to take off, if we don't hurry up we'll have to wait for death." I heard that and quickly packed up my things. Before leaving, mom also forgot to take away her dear laptop computer, it's outdated, I don't know if mom wants to keep it as a souvenir.
Out the door, wow! Well not spectacular, the road is full of cars, traffic jams are jammed people have no place to go, at this time, the traffic lights are no longer useful, in order to escape, people frame car speeding on the road, car accidents happen from time to time. Alas, the road was a mess, and there was blood everywhere. The tall flying machine in the distance had appeared in front of my eyes. Suddenly, a beam of light brushed past my face, clearly a laser gun, what happened? I was puzzled, it turned out that in front of the flying machine, there were two people in order to get on the flying machine earlier and there was an argument, one person even pulled out a laser pistol to hurt others, and there were corpses all over the place in front of the flying machine. Orangutans are omnivores, earlier people were polite and spoke politely, but in front of such a disaster, people's wildness was also exposed. Approaching closer, alas, the murderer, who probably hadn't eaten in a long time, half-kneeled on the ground and pulled the thighs off a dead baby, savoring the tenderness of human flesh. I got a little closer and was almost spotted by the murderer, "Luckily dad and mom landed at the other entrance." I thought, and ran quietly to the entrance and closed this one with the electric button, it would do us no good to have someone so brutal left in the crowd. When I got to the other entrance, luckily, the crowd here had safely boarded the craft, I entered the craft and closed the door. I left the brutal man on Earth, it wasn't that I was cruel, I couldn't help it, him staying here would only sever our last name.
On the craft, I found my mom and dad at the predetermined location, they seemed to want to take one more look at our "birth mother", Earth, before they left, how could I not miss it? I also looked through the binoculars at the "mother" we were about to leave. I feel a little sad when I think of the "life" that will be taken away from it. I want to take one more look at the Earth, one more look at the Earth that will never be seen by my children and grandchildren.
Sitting on the comfortable sofa in my new home, I kept changing the channel, trying to find a glimpse of the Earth, but I couldn't find it.
One day in xx month, I still turned on the TV, looking for the sound of this Earth, I suddenly saw that the news said that the Earth will be destroyed at xx time today, and this will be broadcasted live by this program at xx time.
In the evening, I turned on the TV on time, looking at the "birth mother" that people are attached to, the live broadcast began, my heart can not help but speed up, my eyes are also sad tears become blurred. Ah! The "birth mother", let me in the last moments of your life to see you one more time!
In the live television broadcast, a huge planet crashed into the Earth, although the Earth has the protection of the atmosphere, but still back to heaven, on this small force enough to "break" the Earth, if it was before, the Earth may survive, but in recent times, due to the continuous exploitation of human beings, the crust is getting thinner and thinner, the disaster has finally come, human beings paid their "death", and the "life of the world". But in recent times, the earth's crust has become thinner and thinner as a result of human exploitation, and disaster has finally struck, with humans paying for the life of their "mother". The last thing I wanted to see happened, and the earth was shattered. There was an intense beam of light emanating from the sky, like a supernova eruption, and our home was gone, and we wondered if we would ever find our way out into the vastness of the universe.
Ranking
"It's heavy ...... "Why do I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my back? Ah! My body actually "pulling flesh and rise" two big mountains, and is constantly growing upward, and my back is more and more curved, with all the strength of my body back to the head, look upward, and saw that the two "lofty mountains", are written two gilt letters, one of them is called "the lofty mountains". One of them was called "Rank", while the other was called "Achievement". When I was thinking, the weight of the mountain has made me physically exhausted, fainted on the ground, it seems that many years have passed ......
"How did you fall asleep, how can you be lazy when you do your homework?" It was mom. I opened my sleepy eyes, it turned out that I fell asleep with a half-done math exercise on my pillow, and had that horrible dream. Straighten the waist, although not as heavy as the mountain, but, because it has been sitting in front of the writing desk for a day, has long been unable to straighten the waist, twisting the waist, the fragile bones also issued a "Kaboom, Kaboom" sound, but the thought of the final exams in the near future, think of has been slipping in the grades and rankings, think of the exams after the examination smash mom's endless nagging! nagging ...... hey, bite the bullet and continue to bury your head in the sand.
Is that really a dream?
I think not, in fact, those two mountains even if not in the dream also exists, those two are invisible, is the parents and teachers hand for their sons and daughters students built up, is to use the books up, it grows with the growth of grades, has been in the suppression of the children, so that the original should be colorful childhood, only left to learn, learn, and then study ......
After five days of studying in school, it's hard to look forward to a double holiday, but the piles of homework make you straighten up, and a variety of tutoring classes make you breathless ......Summer vacation, winter vacation even so.
Yes, learning is a student's vocation, but the student is also a child, and the child's nature is to play, anyone and everything can not be deprived of, the imposed learning tasks will be effective? No! Only a combination of labor and leisure, is the best way to study at the same time, in the colorful world, is there anything wrong?
Ancient times, life is only tired of fame and fortune, and study hard for ten years, just for a day of the gold list, this idea has been passed down for thousands of years, almost all people think, only to go to college will have a way out, so the results of the exams, the rankings in the school, has become the only measure of a person's good or bad standard, and I think this is the most important reason why we are these students are under great pressure.
The whole world of respectable parents that, do not let our childhood only one color, okay?