Time is in a hurry. Stories keep happening and accumulating in the bottom of my heart. How many streets, how many crossroads and how many corners are hard to count, but they are really impressive and deeply buried in the bottom of my heart. How many corners are there for accidental turnover? With the steps of growing forward, many childhood memories were extremely clear. Although some outlines were buried in the bottom of her heart, she still slipped out from them from time to time, jumped in her mind and showed them in her dreams. That is a corner in a dream, a corner in memory, a corner buried deep in the bottom of my heart, and a real corner. Because that was a time-honored experience. How many times did I pass through my childhood? I can almost forget my familiarity, but now I can clearly recall it, which makes me feel inexplicable nostalgia, A kind of faint sorrow. I still remember that after the summer rain, the corner was full of muddy water from top to bottom, and the road became muddy, but this was the only way for fellow villagers to go down to the ground. In summer in rural areas, pear trees need to be sprayed with pesticides. The wheels of tractors run over here constantly, layer by layer, making the road which already has accumulated water muddy, and even bicycles cannot pass through, I had to get down and pushed the bike around the corner. Maybe it was this muddy that left a memory. Turning over the historical picture of this corner, the memory staying here is not only muddy, but also smooth. On a sunny day, it was a kind of freedom to rush down directly from the asphalt road of the village and let the bicycle run wildly. When I was a kid, I seemed to be very timid. Every time I worried that when I was at the corner, other vehicles would rush over from the side and hit each other, because I heard that this kind of thing had happened, therefore, there is no pleasant sensation that the wind wants to hear every time. On the contrary, the more anxious thing in my heart is that there is a car coming and colliding. Such a corner is actually a crossroad leading to the north of the village, because our family lives in the East and often turns from east to north to the north of the village, while facial washing and the South seldom go there, because when buried in the bottom of my heart, he became a corner. Because this corner is not only the aspect of habit, but also the direction that has gradually evolved into heart and condensed into the direction of life. Its existence unconsciously guides the future path. The road in my heart keeps flashing, and this corner also follows. The corner is not just a road. The scenes around are so familiar, so hard to give up, so memorable and missing, so eager to know whether she is well or not, if the old friend who had been for several decades still had the same appearance in his mind, but he knew in his heart that she must have changed, but he did not want him to do so after all, because in that way, this corner could only become a memory. Since the reality no longer exists, the image can only be shot in my mind, and the color can not be completely restored, then let the words record her existence. Beside the corner is a row of houses with green bricks; Behind the house are poplar trees, which are as thick as the arms of two people; Among the houses and trees, firewood is piled up, it is a necessity for people to burn the branches of fruit trees trimmed one year or several years ago and cook with fire again. At that time, unless in winter, few people would burn coal all year round, which was a bitter day, it is also a memorable day, because my childhood happiness is also there. I don’t want to mention this, because I was afraid of it since I was young. I don’t know whether it is because his pattern and appearance make me feel scary or other reasons, until now, I have not been able to have a good impression on the geek, but because I have lived in the city for these years, I rarely see it, and all my feelings are not terrible. The story of the geek has its origin. When I was a child, I always liked to stay far away. I picked up a slingshot and a stone to shoot at the Geek. Because I was disgusted, I used to shoot swallows after the rain, but I thought the swallows were, so every time I feel sad, Later on, I won’t beat swallows any more, but the Muggle always couldn’t give people a favorable impression. Maybe I just looked at the surface, and I think I may be able to look at the Muggle more rationally now. At the back of the house at the corner, there are more than ten years of wind blowing, and a lot of Moss is born. Because on the northern plain, the house is generally known as the north facing the South, it is hard to see the sunshine all the year round, which makes it look dark. But it happens to be the place where bugs and geeks like, and they chase here. Piles of firewood are accumulating every year. Some of the firewood below have been mixed with soil and used as fertilizer for poplar trees because they have not been taken away for many years. The memory of corner is rarely in winter, because no one wants to go out because of the cold, and there is no outstanding memory when the vast snow is covered. Corner, the corner for many times, but this corner is buried deep, and sometimes I will go somewhere in my dream. This feeling of crossing time and space makes people miss it more. In fact, what I miss is not only the corner, but also the folks in my hometown, the grass and trees in my hometown. I think I will go back to wait for my hometown and bring my words, show more corners and more childhood scenery of hometown, because this is the miracle created by time and also the spiritual wealth created by time!

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Time flickered at the end of the last fallen leaf in late autumn, and the sun was like a light gauze like a warm mist gently brushed off the mottled chill in the memory interlayer, and melted into a bay of shallow water-like pure smile, between the sleeves of the Jade finger and the blue silk, it is the feeling of silk, the wisps of thoughts, the long-lost deep, shallow, clear and profound outline, and the familiar Tiantian, light and lingering smell, even if there are hundreds of thoughts, it is easy to disperse like wind!

The neon of the city is as clear as the colorful crystal which fades down. The Deep, shallow, colorful and charming magnificent scenery is like being drunk into a dream, unable to touch and smart as a gem, the separation and reunion of the world and the vicissitudes of common things, either clear or hazy, have enveloped the time and intoxicated the fleeting time.

Lightly twist the years. In the thin and cool season, the past of flowers and flowers will be condensed in the finger gap of the palm. The backhand is sad and happy, and the hands are clinging. The vicissitudes of life change the sentimental appearance. The flowers fall silently and fall. Standing in the warm time, waiting for the slanting glow, looking forward to it, watching the wind rising from the clouds and the rain falling down the alley, the endless entanglement made my eyebrows look down but I was in my heart.

When the prosperity was over, the residual Lotus of that pavilion was tied with the autumn red, standing stubbornly in the warm sunshine. If the wind is the comfort to the warmth, if the rain is the moist Qinyu; If the wind lifts the layers of mist, the cloud and smoke overflows the fragrance of the season, and there is still the joy of dancing alone in the deep red. Why light blue and light red? It is the first class among flowers. Let time go in a hurry, and follow the temperament of life to precipitate fragrance. In every season when the moon dances and butterflies fly, the fragrance is fragrant and full of dreams. Shallow memories, warmth to the sun, and heart, the flowers bloom in the dream, and there is still a smile on your back!

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