The fall is over, the yellow world, still simmering in winter.
Thinking back to the beginning of the year, the warmth of the sun, sprinkled on the face of the cozy, is a long time ago memory. A book, a random piece of music, and a certain afternoon, what a day to yearn for.
In spring, the wind is in the hundreds of flowers, and you are under the trees. The rippling lake is your fading youth. A leaf of ripples, trembling the calm lake. Willow tree reflection, sparse old years, I saw you on the opposite side of the lake, saw a beautiful girl.
Summer, the wind in the clouds, with the rain wandering on earth. I saw you crying, a landscape not met. Perhaps, your happiness, is someone else's story, and your sadness, is my trembling notes.
In the fall, the wind resides in the north, and the starry sky you look up at is the gaze I see in the south. Every night the wind, blowing away a trace of green life, and I am also in the rest of my life, waiting for you to look back.
In winter, the wind wanders in the south, how I hope that I wrapped in the quilt in the morning, open your eyes at the moment, there you are on the side. Unfortunately, the wind is just wandering in the winter, along with the snow, stepped through the streets of Chang'an, came to my southern city, from now on, just my hometown alone, and you settled in the streets, the wind is just once stayed.
Your hometown prose 2Separated from his hometown has been 30 years, the memory of his hometown is always indifferent, the feeling of his hometown is superficial, just in the dream can not erase the shadow of his hometown - the title.
But I came back to you again, hometown, I believe that your dreams have had me, that is the fate of the homecoming, in this life, in that moment, in the spring flowers bloom, wheat waves, autumn rain, snowflakes fluttering time, I am watching you.
We found in each other's eyes perhaps thousands of years to repair the fate of the encounter, you became my hometown, I became your wanderer.
My hometown, in that cold winter day 30 years ago, my youthful life out of your warm embrace, I saw your haggard face, the pair of expectant eyes full of joy; at that moment, I have had a heartbeat of feeling, have had a once lingering wandering, have had a deep expectation and longing, have had a sweet entanglement, have had a scorching wait and sadness of helplessness.
My hometown, at the entrance of your village, the field, the old apricot tree under the traces of my wandering.
Although I was not able to be with you, although I did not personally experience your years from poverty to wealth, from rough to happy. But I still pray for you from afar, blessing you. I know that you are the one thing that I will never be able to part with in this life. If you are happy, then I am also happy, if you are sad, then I must be melancholy, if you are happy, then I will always be proud.
My hometown, in your morning sun, sunshine, dusk, there are my expectant eyes.
In my young and childish heart, I had been so thirsty to leave you, I do not want you to take on anything, and do not want you to have any responsibility for me, I just want you to fly my youthful footsteps, no matter where I am, you still feel the spring bright smile, the summer affectionate gaze, the autumn hot thoughts, the winter snow has my pure blessings.
Hometown, in your smile, sadness, sweet dreams once had me.
Whenever I am frustrated and confused, if your heart hurts, it is me in tears, and if you dream of me, it is me thinking of you. Let the distant distance two hearts have occasional induction, just occasionally is good, let the shooting star across the Qilian moonlit night of the sky, that is when I tossed and turned think of you.
Hometown, you have me in your life.
Although we have been separated for too long, but I don't want, don't want you to remember y, just hope that occasionally in the chime fragrance of jujube blossoms, gently remember, I was the one who watered the water; as long as you smile at the time of remembering, remembering that I used to wield the scythe, harvesting the joy of your precipitation, so, it is enough.
If, if you think of me, I am happy.
hometown ah, these days, I quietly came ......
your hometown prose 3so many years or when the picture: the four masters sitting under the old apricot tree spit spattered mocking like scolding, still in the second grade I stood in the top of the dilapidated kiln, pulling the voice roar just with cousin from the My hometown is not beautiful, with low-slung straw houses, bitter well water, and a small river that often dries up, clinging to the surroundings of the village. A barren land, harvesting a meager hope, lived year after year, living generation after generation ......" Halfway through the roar, he forgot the words and changed his tune, so he was even more out of tune "Three hundred and sixty-five miles of road yo From hometown to foreign land, three hundred and sixty-five miles of road yo From teenager to white head, how many three hundred and sixty-five miles of road yo Crossing the spring, summer, autumn and winter, three hundred and sixty-five miles of road yo How can I let it be wasted, how many three hundred and sixty-five miles of road yo From hometown to foreign land ...." The fourth master is still scolding "Monkey girl, make a lot of noise, that has the appearance of a girl doll, will not be able to find a son-in-law in the future." But I ran away in a giggle, leaving the four masters with my long, long pigtails .......
I thus sang myself from a little girl who didn't understand the world to the present-day mom, sang my hometown into a foreign land, and sang the three hundred and sixty-five miles into a long road of homesickness; the fourth master's scolding is still there, but the person has gone too long for too long; often in order to listen to the song and I fight for the companionship of the radio's cousin is also gradual so many years and then never touched each other; and the cousin is just so no reason for the sudden departure, into the The pain in the family that no one dares to touch anymore ......
We never want to choose to lose, always lose to choose us, when you are full of joy to get, loss is also coming. Leave the growth of the native land, run to the prosperous city, your roots and tentacles have not yet left a mark on the land of the new city, the past that city has withered and withered. Fewer and fewer people leave their hometowns, fewer and fewer cities stay the same for three years. Sooner or later, we will return to the road we traveled and touch the things that happened on the road. We are busy, we are ambitious, we are full of hope, we chicken and dog, after saying goodbye to the hometown, turn around, it will become a familiar and unfamiliar place.
Yes, I often think of the hometown, think of the hometown of the closest loved ones, I have always regarded you as the most pro . Hometown, but the reality is: I have been a hometown guest, perhaps as a friend said: woman, you do not have a hometown!
Adrift in the South has been nearly ten years. Clearly remember the February 24, 20xx when the first to this has been called before the miracle of the city of Shenzhen when the excitement and enthusiasm, however, in the passage of time this enthusiasm is worn out, turn to ten years in the hometown rarely touched but more and more miss.
When I was a teenager, I read the wandering poems in the arms of my hometown, and when I was an adult, I sang the homesickness songs in the wandering steps. It is said that the hometown has long been not the mold in the memory, but in the heart clearly know: in fact, become not the hometown, but has been running in the way of the people.
The longing for the hometown is like the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, although there are few magpies coming back, there is no new nest, but in the precipitation of the years before the old nest in the wind and rain is still solid residual there, there seems to be a kind of force pulling not to let it fall down .......
The heart of the home is urgent and excited, but every time the car from the village closer and closer, before the excitement was replaced by speechless. It is June days, but the village in my eyes or that heavy gray, the air after the rain is a little wet and cool, you can clearly see in the northwest loess plateau of this village seems to be a washed white, played a patch of old clothes, crooked, gully several small roads, horizontal and vertical through, there is a kind of careless will be torn to shreds of the feeling. The car on the trail bumpy, people are going to be upside down, but this does not affect the return of people who want to eagerly touch the long-lost hometown look like the mood, like the trail on both sides of the field at the moment, a large area of dust covered with loess wheat seedlings, and strive to probe outward looking ....... The only word I associate with them is strange.
There is a landscape, you and I remember, but only I often stand alone in the distance to look at you, in the dream countless times to touch you. I have an indescribable emotion for my hometown: a deliberate attempt to escape and unwilling to leave, so, I have been wandering in the coming and going. And it is this kind of coming and going state of running around that makes the previous emotions become complicated. Sometimes, looking at those gradually yellowed old photos, really can not find the environment has changed or people in the change, or both have not changed or have changed, but that has long been a non-homeland is a guest of your state of mind is different.
When one day you really feel that your hometown has been a guest, regardless of the previous all kinds of can not be cut off from the depths of your soul to its deeper attachment: the hometown of the father and the old man's thoughts; on the childhood playmates of the miss; to the self-knowledge of the re ......; sometimes you are really grateful that you can still feel the pain; memories are still this way! Clearly awake; can still see the rising smoke emanating from the hometown of the sunset; smell the unique breath of the hometown; hear such as my hours of carefree, joyful laughter; touching the vicissitudes of its experience ......, yes, this is the hometown, although barren but let your soul, forced to leave and afraid of really far away, people in the heart, the memory of the scenery, the past pulls you to the heart of the people, the past events. The past pulls you back to this ------ unforgettable hometown.
The village of the river is no longer full of embankment, but to this day has not been cut off.
The finches call people home
Every time you see the scenery of your hometown there is always an impulse, and the scenery of the person in your experience countless, many years later you feel that you have almost forgotten when, suddenly back in your memory.
Everyone will be nostalgic, gradually aging face, his time in the past lovers, many memories are in your forget, let a moment to bring back, caught off guard, the nose sour hard, suddenly feel depressed attack, and even the tears began to spin, but you have to tell yourself: all have passed.
After going to college, I always really touch the reality in my dreams and did not go back to the middle school once. It is now, has graduated to participate in the work of nearly ten years later today, I went here, and the first few times I brushed shoulders and glanced hurriedly different: I stood on the opposite side of the street in a corner, looking around a completely different building, fortunately, once the building is still in the building, in and out or familiar or strange faces, as if one of them is the shadow of you I have secretly liked, want to go close, but also afraid of All the memories disappeared in the moment of approaching. Perhaps, the only choice is to stand elsewhere and silently guard the once wonderful better .......
The most recent time, my senior class teacher greatly, a high number of myopia glasses after you can never see his eyes change, only from his black serious face expression to judge his mood. To be honest, I loved his history class, even though the other classmates called him "Hitler", but by the time I graduated I had no taste for his history class.
"Li Huifeng, you answer the historical significance of the American War of Independence", he said sternly, and I don't know why he suddenly asked me to answer this question, or maybe he had really seen that my mind was not in his class at that moment. "I don't know", I blurted out. I don't know why I said those three words at the time, but I just remember that I seemed to be sulking in that class. So, for the first time in more than ten years since the school was punished by the teacher to stand, and still stand in the middle of the campus under the big cypress tree, I felt ashamed to lose a lot of money, but stubborn me without his permission to go back to the classroom alone.
Youth you smile into incense, fragrance of my life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Youth is the most clarifying and gorgeous color in everyone's life. Probably because he was in adolescence is not pretty and no starry-eyed look, but also do not dare to love and hate to live a passionate and free temperament, so, see a big rendering of youthful beauty of the movie or drama, it is always difficult to produce **** Ming. How to say, it is not so ugly that no one likes it or so boring that it is completely lackluster, but I have experienced the real youth, it is much more common. You do not tell my story, just play your wonderful drama, I will be difficult to accompany the laughter, or tears.
In the youthful years, you are not also encountered such a person, he only take you as a good brother, and you hide their feelings just right, do not entangle, do not complain, and occasionally joked with each other, until one day you realized: in fact, you have been accustomed to secretly like the feeling of him.
My those tiny, small happiness or sadness are from the front row of the front row of him, I admit: at that time I was good at hiding his feelings for this, this hidden from their own self-confidence, originating in the future of the college entrance exams on the future of the confusion, originating in the father's sentence "ultimatum": "I won't let you go back to school if you don't pass the exam". I was really confused, but also clearly realized: positive and progressive you, I like that person may have a better future, originally belongs to a different world of two people how hard you can not reach, why selfish to bother each other. So, I was like a child who had done something wrong, carefully, secretly looking at you from behind, hoping to be found, but also afraid of being found. Later, have been thinking: perhaps the only way to stand elsewhere silently watching that fading shadow, is the best way I bless you.
This blessing in the usual QQ (WeChat) in the occasional greetings and greetings has been non-starting that emotion, but who would have thought that it has been so continued to now, still become a habit. I told myself more than once, will not meet, will not meet, we are at the ends of the earth, you have your current happiness, I also have my current life. Thirteen years later one day when suddenly learned that can be so close to see you, I was torn, but ultimately still stubborn to meet: met in the brown hall, shook hands, greetings, chatting. The table has been set with two warm cups of my favorite cappuccino, cappuccino ----- click morphine name only, before I have always liked to drink click morphine is in order to drive away the work of the sleepy, and inexplicably fell in love with this kind of glycol bitter taste, but never deliberately choose cappuccino, because in the heart of the cappuccino is an elegant poem, a quarter of a purely beautiful mood, I'm afraid of touching the broken this good! I'm afraid of breaking this beauty. But at the moment I have chosen the warm cappuccino, mellow cappuccino in the white porcelain cup under the reflection of the color of deep brown and strong, but does not affect it slowly rise a trace of mellow breath ....... Or the memory of that person, or familiar face; just the years still engraved a special mark on each other; we have not met for ten years, have not exchanged pleasantries, and now talk to each other in their own time and place, can be to me miss never left, but I once again do strong to hide their emotions y. We talk about work, talk about life, talk about other classmates, deliberately avoided the youth in that and the current anachronistic topic. The half cup of cappuccino remaining on the table is slightly cold! Looking back, you have disappeared in the traffic at the end of the street, and I was back ten years ago in the winter to see you in the wind after leaving the scene, eyes covered with pre-drops of sour pathos and fled ......, since then, you have become a mole in my heart, and I let myself be covered.
The summer wind blew gently, in an instant disappeared without a trace, remembered, forgotten. Leaving only a ground slightly swaying disorientation tree shadow ...... invisible, is not equal to nonexistent? Maybe it is just covered by thick clouds, maybe it just happens to be wind sand flying into the eyes, I can not see you, but still feel the warmth. At present, we are looking for a "as if at first sight" state, but how many people still adhere to the original heart of the city, most people eventually became the original hate the appearance of the person; as if at first sight, I would like to look back and clearly see your eyes when I smiled at the appearance of me, as well as you are not blown away by the wind and dust of the face of the innocence! The first thing you need to do is to be faithful to yourself, and try to live up to your original look!
Goodbye may no longer see each other, perhaps will meet again by chance, in this both big and small world who can say it clearly! In fact, we all know that in this world, once for your life has added a touch of color, or brilliant, or gray people and things, not to say forget to forget, but it is a long time, the heart of the feeling in the fade.
Has not been youth, but occasionally miss the youth, sometimes even doubt whether there has been youth, it seems that everything is not ready when you are in a trance passed away. Once those things unattainable, once the person in the memories but gradually fuzzy, looking back seems to be like a century ago, the banks of the Milky Way, leaving only the long rainy alleys, you stand there with an umbrella; perhaps in the long road of life, we can only use this text, with the initial moving to pay tribute to the youth that has long been with the wind far away, because it has long been the past, can not illustrate the present, but also on behalf of the future, leaving a string of youth, and the future. More on behalf of the future, only to leave a string of warm memories accompanied on the way ......
I've been a guest of yours for a long time, but I'm not sure if I'm a guest of yours!
The spring breeze is not as good as you
"Standing in the sea of foreign streets, my heart is in need of dependence, I hope you in my arms, even if it is a shadow or good"
Three and a half years old son ran into the kitchen with a tender voice, intimately asked: Mom, why are you so good to me ah? I touched his head: you say why ah! "Because you're mom", my son mischievously stuck out his tongue, he seemed shy. Yes, because it is mom.
Home for a whole week, tomorrow to return to the depths of the kitchen at the moment has been filled with thick warm and sweet smell of chicken soup, mom in and out of the busy, my father and I seat in the living room sofa chat. I've never sat down with my father like this before, and I've always held a grudge against him, so much so that I've held a grudge ever since. At the moment my throat was slightly dry, my nose was sore, I deliberately coughed twice, he immediately asked: is not back uncomfortable, cold? When he said this sentence I found that I am vulnerable, feelings almost instantly collapse, can not help but tears in the eyes, but I tried to close my eyes, forcing the tears that will flow out of the throat, stinging the dry throat slightly sore, I do not dare to look at him directly in the face, that's what kind of a face: years have been all the traces of the carving in this dark face. Too much simplicity, too many vicissitudes, a little helplessness, mixed with occasional confusion. From this face I can not see any hope, sometimes I even doubt: this is my once young, give this family all the life of the father?
However, the father is stubborn, stubborn, let you hand no initiative. The year of the college entrance examination was forced by the family situation, my father gave me a death order "on the examination on the examination are no longer let you on". Because of this sentence I was confused. Little sister was also forced to give up their own studies to work outside (to this day I feel that I am indebted to my little sister), that year's summer vacation I was in the torment: I hope not to get into, but also afraid of failing to get into the test,......, even if in the day of the notification letter is drunken father came home that day I really hope that the notification letter is not mine. I vowed: never again the idea of reading, no longer have any contact with any friends, because that is a luxury for me, I am out of place in front of them .......
20xx September school, I reported to a university in Xi'an as scheduled, my father finally managed to let me continue my studies, then I can not say what feelings to my father, mostly gratitude! During the university try not to mention the problem of living expenses to his father, they can find a way to solve, because they know their own family situation, but also because of this was not less than a dormitory with a roommate to be counted down. Every year summer and winter vacation home will be far to see my father squatting under the big poplar tree, waiting for me, clutching a dry bag of cigarettes in his hand, bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar.
In fact, I understand his love for me, but he put this love has been y in the heart, the surface harsh harsh more illustrative of the greatness of this love. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole world had been in a state of flux, and I was able to see the whole world. This time back, my mother said that my father's health is not as good as before, heavy things can not hold, that day to see him take a generation of wheat, less than three meters away from the rest three times, I said, "Dad, I'll help you. However, he stubbornly refused, and at that moment, I was in tears.
I once again fled in a hurry, rather than the complex of the hometown is unspeakable, more is the father's feelings are unspeakable, can not see the parents difficult, can not see them continue to worry, can not see them suffer, can not see them still so frugal for the sake of their children .......
Back to deep less than a few days father went to Lanzhou brother there surgery, and I am again not around. This life, destined to owe parents too much.
A certain year, a certain morning I sat in this book city often read a corner of the bar, the table with a cup of hot milk tea and a book spread out to see half of the boring "Economic Law", sitting for a long time has made my neck and back some intolerable aches and pains, at the moment, the book city is broadcasting a beautiful and slightly sentimental song let me pause, is that the song is very hot recently, "maki-ju-shi"
A lot of moods have not had time to turn the corner, and then fell in the winter, and even a little helpless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Yes, perhaps the light of day, sadness is just sadness, not the slightest description of what, the sky is still bright, but I long put myself in another state of mind, long unwilling to come out. To be honest, gradually found: do not like the city, in addition to every day to see running in the haze to catch up with the time of the people, high-rise buildings everywhere, and you have to force yourself to always be in this state, years and years never stop.
Read the soft light in the bar sprinkled on the table opposite the potted chrysanthemums, Chu Chu, people pity, cups of milk tea exudes a faint milk fragrance ......, I lazily nestled in the sofa, not cold or hot, just right! There are not many people in the book city during the week.
Seasons in the not-so-slow turn: soft early spring, gorgeous midsummer, quiet beauty of late fall, pure beauty of winter snow: we experience the ups and downs of life, the world's sadness and joy: cried, laughed, pain, regrets, harvesting; people around me walk and stop, come and go, and I also said I want to leave, but also occasionally come back, the wheel of the cycle of no one has ever really left.
Outside is the southern winter, slightly cooler than the rest of the season outside, there is no difference, the red, blue and green scenery is still the same, the flowers are still in full bloom ......, at the moment, the north is in the pure beauty of the white snow is pregnant with a soon-to-be-blooming