Hermit

In the winter of lunar December, Jiuzhaigou Valley is rare and quiet. Deep into the ditch, it is no longer the scenery like green landscape paintings, but when you see the frozen waterfall, the clouds and snow covered with mountains, and the vast and gray forest and snow fields, it seems that you have broken into the “mountains and snow Ji map”, in the famous works of ancient Chinese paintings such as “snow scene and cold forest map” and “early snow map along the River. We walked slowly on the mountain road, forming a modern version of “Journey of Rivers and Mountains”. I love the water in Jiuzhai most. The pure and profound beauty makes people moved. Each lake is clear to the bottom, the water color is mainly dark blue, green, cyan, purple and colorful, like sapphire, emerald, Emerald, tourmaline, agate, amethyst and Grape stone inlaid in the mountains, it can wash the dust, annoyance and common worries in the soul. Fog, smoke, haze, mist, glow, ice, snow and frost are dotted among them, which are more elegant and flexible, giving people the illusion of straying into heaven. In such a beautiful water of Lingshan Mountain, if there is a boat wandering in it, and the high scholars on the boat play the guqin leisurely and leisurely, then the music will certainly pop up the artistic conception and charm of Changlin gloomy and secluded stream. The water in Jiuzhai evokes my seclusion complex lurking in my soul. For a moment, I really want to stay here, lonely for a hundred years, to practice the unity of nature and human beings, and to follow the natural realm. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

School

The school is still there, but we can’t go back to the original student age, one stage after another. Several graduation photos, graduation certificates and perfunctory alumni records have become the conclusion of each stage. Then I went to the previous campus, and the school was still the same, but some places were more shabby, and some places were slightly changed. The Sakura tree and the rose Wall bloom and fade again and again. The flower bed which used to play house is now surrounded by railings, and children are not allowed to play in again. Last year, I went to junior high school to have a look. It was basically the same as before. I climbed the stairs I had walked through every day before. I walked straight to the previous classroom while the students were absent from school. I felt familiar instantly, I pointed to a place and said to myself, “This is my former seat. The playground of junior high school has taken on a new look, at that time, when I was just in the first year of junior high school, my teacher said that I would build a plastic track until the summer of our graduation. Now, the voice and name of some students have been blurred. Especially primary school students, now they have grown up. We can’t even recognize each other when walking on the street, let alone any contact. The occasional news is also learned from a classmate. I am the most common student in the class, I am not outstanding in any aspect. Maybe not many people remember me. When she graduated from primary school, she hugged Liu Yu and said she didn’t want to graduate. She also gave each of us a gift made by herself as a souvenir. Up to now, the green cloth bag she gave me was still hanging on my bedside. But what’s the matter? Once they are separated in junior high school, they will not go back to the past. Everyone has his own new circle and environment, and the intersection becomes smaller. How can we go back to the past? It was too young. I couldn’t accept such a cold and warm accident. I was sad and sad. I asked why. I was about to graduate from junior high school. I didn’t want to leave too many regrets. I took the opportunity to write new year wishes and wrote a letter. Of course, she was very moved and replied to me. However, since then, there has been no intersection. Now, walking on the way to school before, hearing the sound of the electric car approaching me, I want to look back with conditioned reflex, but I will never be the person I expected again, even if my home is so close, I haven’t met him any more. I want to know what he looks like now. But there is no reason to meet again. Now there are only a few friends left. Some people are just passers-by of life journey, accompanying them for a short journey, then getting off at the station, and there is no intersection any more. If we go back to the past, we really hope to say a few more words with those students who haven’t said a few words. We often know how to cherish it until the past. How can we know at that time. On another thought, how many passers-by passed by themselves in a hurry. Zhu Ziqing’s “hurry”, film and television drama novel song “hurry that year”, passed by in a hurry, our past. Infinite emotion, this is a simple song of youth, not to mention how happy, pure and naive. I will never return to the original. At that time, we were like that, but now we are like this. We have different lives in different cities. After comparison, the farther we walk away from our intersection, the farther we meet, and we can’t go back to the beginning. At the classmate party, what I saw was what it is now and what I talked about was the current topic. However, it used to be just a shallow memory interspersed in the laughter of water and wine. We once shared time in a classroom. We once met. I left your smile and your memory. If you meet again, please be safe. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…