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I love traveling, especially in Jiangnan. When I close my eyes, there is always a dream about Jiangnan calling me ... Listening to the gentle melody of Jiangnan with flowing water on a small bridge always reminds me of the colorful bridge in Ada of Jiangnan and the beautiful scenery of Wuzhen ... Walking between the gray tile white wall and the wooden boat with flowing water on a small bridge, my breath seems to be full of the unique rhyme of Jiangnan. Standing on the white stone bridge, a faint water girl in a sweater, carrying a beautiful lotus lamp and holding an oiled paper umbrella, walked past me. Her eyes seem to shine with clear lake water, which is fascinating. And the meaningful flowing water in Wuzhen fascinates me and makes me unable to extricate myself. Wuzhen, let my heart, which loves traveling, have the tenderness of a water town. If I want to walk along Xizi Lake, I always have a trance through history. After all, there are too many civilizations and stories here. Close your eyes, there is a breeze blowing on the lake, and I vaguely hear a pipa playing, which seems to tell me touching legends about Su Causeway, White Queen and Leifeng Tower ... I see the fog around the lake, which makes the aquatic plants and fish breathe as gently as silk; I saw the shy willow hanging on the lake, making it so gentle; I saw the ripples on the water swaying around, turning into countless waves, rippling in my heart. It is really "to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate"! West Lake really fascinates me! When I read Li Houzhu's "The tears of the eyes are touching each other, when it is heavy, people naturally hate the water and grow east", it always reminds me of the flowers flying around Qinhuai, and the willows are all over the sky. Qinhuai, a sentimental place, has a courtyard with cold smoke cages and drizzling rain, and a bustling Ma Rulong with cars like running water ... Everything is deposited in the gloomy terraced fields of the Shangyuan Garden in the south of the Yangtze River, and I am telling endless stories in the Qionghua Moon Shadow. I seem to hear a businesswoman playing with flowers in the backyard, and I also caught the sadness of Li Houzhu like a spring ... The acquaintance between Qinhuai and you made me realize the massiness of history! Such as water talent, beautiful legends and heavy history, this is the water town of Jiangnan!

Listen to the rain

"It's raining again," I said to myself, looking helplessly at the raindrop marks falling outside the window. Listening to the subtle rain beating on the eaves outside the window is so weak and continuous. I held up an umbrella and went to the old alley alone.

The drizzle is hazy, and millions of raindrops cover the whole old lane, which is so mysterious. Very deep. The rain hit the shelf on the eaves and made a "bang" sound. This old lane has been around for a long time, like an old man who has experienced wind and frost, looking at the village, the wind and rain are still there. Because of the economic development in the village, all the bungalows in the village have built tall buildings, and even the floor in front of the house is colorful. The rain fell down the wall to the ground, forming small puddles, red, blue and green, but I couldn't find the unique sense of clarity at the beginning, except the old lane. Because the old lane is remote and has not been rebuilt, the original historical atmosphere has been preserved. All the memories of this village can be found in the old alley. The neon lights flashing on both sides are a bit dazzling, which makes me have to walk into the old alley quickly.

The rain is a little heavy, flapping my umbrella, and the sound of "beep" is lingering in my ears. I've always loved this old alley! Looking at the moss on the wall that has already been integrated with the rain, stepping on the uneven stone road under your feet. The raindrops on the ground are deep and the raindrops on the small pool are light. The whole old lane is playing a deep sorrow and joy. He also regrets the changes in the old village. Is it the "hissing" sound made by the rain sliding slowly on the old lane wall? It was the sound of an old man's tears filling the wrinkles on his face. The dripping of rain in the old lane sounds so clear, but it is so low and hoarse. Outside the alley, the sound of the car has disappeared, only the sound of rain, wandering in the empty old alley ... I walked with an umbrella and listened carefully to the sound of rain and the slow story of the old street.

I often come here. Although this old lane is not long, at least here, at this moment, there is no noisy car sound, no dazzling lights, no turbid smell, only fresh moss washed by rain, which belongs to the smell of the old lane: only the sound of rain dripping. The rain is beating on the slate, which is deep. This is the story of the old alley. The rain falls on the wall, and the lingering rustle is the whisper of the old lane. I stood in the old alley, listening to the rain at the moment, so reluctant, so sorry. I held an umbrella, and as his only audience, I listened carefully.

At the end of the old lane, the rain stopped. I put away my umbrella. Outside the lane, the prosperity remains the same. Is it still raining in the alley?

Memorable trip

One day, I sat in front of my bed and wondered if my dream would come true after reading this book. Suddenly a phone call changed my mood greatly. At that time, I didn't know why I had the courage or why I was like that. So I tried my best to raise money that day. I started my first trip.

So I took the express train to other places. Before I took the bus, I also seriously thought about such a question: should I give up my studies and choose the road of going out to start a business? Because what they said made me feel that they no longer cared about me and didn't want me to study. At this time, my mind was full of these questions, so I bought a ticket and got on the bus involuntarily.

When I arrived at my destination, I immediately started my first step plan. However, the weather gradually darkened and even began to rain foolishly. At this time, my mood is more complicated, so what I hide in my heart is only the belief of finding a job right away. Because only when I find a job can I settle down. At the same time, there will be no place to live tonight, and you can completely drop your studies. So, along the road over there, I asked them one by one if they wanted to recruit people, but the fact was not what I hoped. I walked several steps in a row and asked countless companies. They all denied me in a word, and my clothes were half wet in the process of looking for them. Finally, I went to a small shop selling newspapers and books by the roadside and sat down. Finally, I called my brother.

At this time, my brother came to pick me up and walked over with a black face, so I got on his car.

In the car, he scolded me, then took a look at my body and said, "Have you eaten?" I dare not answer him at this time, so he asked the same question with the same expression. Then I replied in a low voice, "I ate bread bought by the roadside." As soon as the words came out, he immediately pulled over and took me to a western restaurant, holding a menu and asking me what I wanted to eat. After a while, after dinner, he asked me another question: "You came out without telling your family clearly, and lied to them that you went to the class reunion." At this time, my tears flowed down like a full teacup. Then I said, "It was all on impulse, without considering the consequences. Sorry, I was wrong. I never dare again. " Then he said, "Do you really know that you are wrong? But I'm still not satisfied with what you did this time. " Then I put forward two paths, work and study, for me to choose, so I chose to study. Then I talked about personal morality and everyone's quality. Finally put me in a hotel for one night.

Get up the next day. But the weather is terrible, because it is still raining lightly. But I still feel sleepy. I don't think I can get used to sleeping in the bed there last night. Then I called my brother, and I came over after a while. Then I bought breakfast and drove me to the station.

Soon after I got home and sat on the sofa, the phone at home rang. Goo goo scolded me for answering the phone right away, but it was strange that they asked you if you ran away from home yesterday and didn't want to study abroad. At this time, I was very puzzled, because this thing spread so fast, did it have the speed of light, and it ran to their ears so quickly. Then almost all my relatives around me came to persuade me to come. I feel very happy after this day.

Although I was arrested this time because I went to work in other places on impulse. But it taught me one thing, my family still cares about me, my family still wants me to study hard, and my family still wants me to succeed. At the same time, it also taught me many basic principles of being a man (learned to be honest, be polite to others and so on). ), but also let me understand the true meaning of this sentence "just change people's destiny".

I think this impulse to run away from home will be an unforgettable trip for me, and it will also change my life, wake me up from my previous ignorant dream and let me know that no one around me loves me. But I have been living in the arms of love, just don't know it. So, I want to thank this trip for making me understand a lot. So it became an unforgettable trip in my life.

See you later.

Everyone will have a very important and cherished person in the long river of life. They are an indispensable part of life and make our life more exciting. Treat those who should be cherished and those who deserve your cherish well, and don't regret what you did wrong. Believe that "the role of force is mutual", if you are good to others, others will be good to you. Cherish everyone around you, they may also attach great importance to you and regard you as a spray in the sea of their own lives. If you really want to face the separation you told me. Then, I will say to you, "If I leave, there will be no future."

You took away my thoughts buried in my heart, but you never said sorry to me. You are far away from me, but I still stand where I am.

I used to have many friends, but as time went on, they all left me for various reasons. Without their company, I am lonely, like a deflated ball, and I can't jump again. Often depressed and sad. They all chose different schools from mine-to continue to write brilliant chapters of their achievements. Since then, I have had few opportunities to meet them, and even some friends have never met again. I am a nostalgic person, often wandering in memories. The garden named Memories is full of lost flowers. Although I am not with you now, like parallel lines, there is no intersection, but I will still miss you. Sorry, if I leave, I'll never see you again.

I will keep in mind those who are kind to me, and I will write your youthful faces on white paper in my spare time. How close we were. On the way to school and home, we recorded the laughter and laughter of our youth, and there were our vigorous figures on the playground. We are inseparable at all times. Like a ring, engraved in youth, you engraved in me.

Dear friend, I don't want to be with you forever.

Listen, April day

A second ago, I was still listening to your meeting with April Day. The next second, I am you.

-Time Silhouette

Last night, my listening heart was traveling in secret. The cherry blossoms sent in March are accompanied by the fragrance of the scattered soil, intoxicated by the rainbow after the rain, holding the blue sky and sunshine hand in hand, cleaning the lake in April. I stepped on the threshold of April, and a piece of spring scenery in the past crossed my heart. In those April years, we lived a poetic life.

The bright moon passes through the willows and comes from the distant mountains. The river rose and gurgled. The willow branches drooped and swayed patiently, giving the night a mysterious color. Pedestrians on the road have been blocked. A tall figure flashed by in the light of the river. He jumped over the distant mountains, crossed the mountain stream, walked through the thorns, held me in his arms and sent me to my grandmother's house before dawn. Before the moon disappeared, father left again. I shouted and said goodbye to him with vague tears in my eyes. I didn't know why I left home at that time. Later, I learned from the jokes of adults that it was to escape family planning. Since then, I have been accepted as a fugitive.

The pain of leaving home is getting tighter every second. Without my mother's gentle hand touching my little face, without relying on my mother's comfort in the afternoon, without my father's big hand holding an umbrella for me. The performance at that time was that the meal was hard to swallow. Later, grandma was anxious. She put down what she was doing and tried to give my family warmth. Occasionally, she would push me up with her hands polished by years and spin around in the same place. The whole me, like flying in the air, is not afraid at all. April dusk, always lazy but not energetic. She always takes me to sit on the threshold, she sews cloth shoes and I watch the sunset. The air is as quiet as a flower, emitting a fragrance. I can hear our breathing, I can hear the sound of her needle grinding when it passes through the bangzi, just like an endless music score. Quiet, I like the sunset here.

Before I got rid of the sadness of running away from home, I probably began to escape. The spring breeze in April is warm, the sun is smiling, the four-leaf clover is fiddling with its posture, and the wild orchids are swaying. After a spring rain, the world is fresher and brighter. Farmers are also scrambling to get busy. I was threatened that I couldn't go home before sunset. Grandma loves me so much that she watches the sunrise and sunset with me. When she was farming, I obediently caught ants, chased crickets and caught grasshoppers, and put them in bottles to watch them fight with each other. When she is tired, she will come to see my harvest and tell me ghost stories while drinking water. In retrospect, most of the ghost stories I know come from her. She said a lot, but never touched my young heart. Every story, the sadness she doesn't want to tell, will have a happy ending. Her optimistic attitude towards life really influenced my later writing style. I thought everything was wonderful. Even when I am fleeing, I can feel the different experience it brings me, which is not something that every child can have. I can also predict the future wealth and attitude towards life it will bring me.

After the escape, peace slipped through the lush April and filled my mind. Grandma has an old cow at home, and she has deep feelings for it. Besides me, grandma also loves to take care of it. In April, flowers and trees have written about the prosperity of spring. When the orient was a fish-belly grey, grandma took it to drink water. At that time, grandma always took me with her, probably because of jealousy. I don't want my grandmother to belong to an old cow, so let her take me with her every day. She led me ahead, and the old cow ate grass while walking. When we reached a narrow ridge, she picked me up and sat me on the back of the old cow. At first, she was afraid of being thrown by the old cow. Later, grandma said that the old cow understood human nature and was very kind. Indeed, the old cow walked slowly and carefully, as if to give grandma enough face. Later, I also liked the old cow. I often bathe with my grandma and plant grass for her. One April evening, an old man was holding an old cow and sitting on his back with a little girl playing the flute. The picture goes through clouds, fog, mountains and rivers, and goes straight into my heart, like a kiss. I was silent and didn't touch my heartstrings for a long time. I think this is the scene that I should be moved after many years.

Actually, I'm dead. In my mind, there has been an indescribable meaninglessness in recent years. When I was thirteen years old, I was told to end my life as a fugitive and return to my hometown where I could not give up. That year, my mother wanted to follow my father to earn money in other places, so she begged my grandmother to take care of me. My grandmother is also very frank, but she just wants to take the old cow, and my mother readily agreed. It takes a day to walk from grandma's house to mine. Grandma must have set off before dawn. Despite my opposition, I ran to the top of the mountain in the morning, full of expectations. Until dusk, grandma appeared with the old cow, and I couldn't stop crying. My grandmother said I was naive, and I smiled, and so did the old cow. On that day, everything was as usual. The air in the early morning of April is very dull. Grandma took the old cow to the back hill, so I got up and went to the pond to wash clothes. Maybe I listened to my mother-in-law's advice, or maybe I was awake. I flew the slate with one foot, and my whole body fell into the middle of the water in an arc-drowning. I struggled for a long time and then I lost consciousness. It seems that after a long time, I heard a voice in the gloom, almost screaming from my throat, with a voice of grief and self-blame, which made me suddenly feel that I was going to wake up. The familiar man was in tears. I opened my eyes and grandma's weather-beaten face filled all my eyes. She held my hand and was obviously shaking. I called grandma and she hugged me for a long time. The sunshine that afternoon was very strong, but the air in April afternoon was so fresh, giving people a feeling of wanting to be reborn. Who gave me hope at the end of my life?

Since then, my mother has been afraid to leave me, and my grandmother has naturally withdrawn from my life. There are fewer and fewer opportunities for us to meet, and my life circle has become bigger and bigger. I play all the roles by myself and bear all the joys and sorrows. It's April again, but my surroundings are not as clear as before. I can't hear the sincere laughter in the middle of the lake. My April day has passed. At dusk, beside the old cow, I snuggled in her arms.

When the dew was still shining in the morning, I came back alone and listened carefully to the story of April with her feelings.

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