I don't know why people will have memory, also do not know to live in today's own soul is still in the old time wandering why? No one told me! Never tell me: how to make your life cloud Zhanyun Shu, clear; no one told me: life is by the thousands on thousands of yesterday and today, must not be confused today and yesterday.
Like Li Shangyin's "Jinse" "Jinse unprovoked fifty string, a youthfull year. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo, Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever? Just at that time already disconsolate "although don't understand poetry, I don't know the real meaning of the poet wrote this poem. But, I have no reason to like it. Like it very beautiful lyric and a touch of sadness. Years may wrinkle the skin, the warmth and good feeling, at a certain moment will suddenly out of memory, a sadness unceasingly. Those lost in the time Qian Mo stories, those engraved in the ruins of chapters, or wait until the memory is full, distracted? Some scenery, though far from is deeply carved heart; some precious picture, because only suitable for collection; some stories, eventually have changed only folding stockpiling; some people, you can and do not remember where. Occasionally recall more lead a person to endless aftertastes, wistful Mo deep.
Don't know Is it right? Because of age, suddenly, a lonely wandering a past can not be recalled.
The seven year old is unsuspectingly age, the thinking is still a piece of white, white if a spreading could touch pen ink dyeing white paper. Simple is not what to know to the concept of the city and countryside, with his parents leave the city people's lives, to the real country. Dazed, novelty, all coming in, this just know originally do city people is to use money to buy food and food on the specified number of pounds. In school, I knew that the planned economy. The countryman eat food by workers, a day can earn three five credits, hard work, Perspiration came down like raindrops., summer or autumn to, be able to point to the corresponding food as a reward.
Just to the countryside, often see mother tears mixing quarrel sweat and father. The cause is her father from her family city accounts, moved to earth of sunshine a suit, in remote rural areas, although one foot mud at that time, I couldn't understand why the mother so hate to rural areas. As an adult, I realized my mother to our children -- she dearly, but the yellow face, back day.
Indeed, first, I very like this is full of romantic atmosphere countryside pastoral. The sky more blue than the city is more high, the air is fresh, pipa, birdsong splendor, with dense, this is I muddled years ideal of an earthly paradise. The country night is so beautiful, no wonder at all times and in all countries, so many men of literature and writing, splash ink brush, ink village night. The summer after dinner, I early lying in that use the little finger thick rope cross small bed series of connected, there called it "short window", lie on a soft rain, people can not help think of the warm embrace of the mother. Such as practicing the moonlight gently through the straw lay quietly in the ridge, in the dream of the cicada. A mottled leaves, I quietly into the sky's secret. Naive finger out, of the other side of the Milky way and the thin side distance. The whole village into dreamland, quiet moonlight, I only As one falls frogs insects ensemble symphony of nature. Dew wet moonlight, wet the hair from my forehead. The stars wander away, to hide the moon look not to the lotus pond, crowded together, talking about the seven fairy secretly Xiafan.
Always remember the country most beautiful time that a section of my life. At least I think so. Always feel that age itself is enough, freedom and happiness. My parents never like now I treat children so harsh, even waste a minute to exaggeration. At that time, as long as not to go to school time, without holding books, literary jargon to recite, sea Taobao. In my spare time, I will never and small partners to play a ragweed, firewood, planing and sweet potato etc.. Tired, and small partners to play hopscotch, playing poker, throw the bones. Sometimes taking grass, turned to the production team of cattle, but also for a few centimeters.
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