Low hanging willow

In the past, I was immersed in the decadent, splendid space, and now I am lost in the line of destiny. I am forgotten what I have forgotten, causing my heart to be uneasy.

I came to this city, so excited and so arrogant that I became bold and active. But what the city has brought me is more tired and weak. I started to look for fun, but it was just a moment of fun and could not last forever. I don't know why, I missed my hometown. Perhaps it is eager to get rid of the city's ridicule, praise, discussion, and the burden of learning; perhaps simply love.

There are three gardens in my hometown. It is said that the village names were built at their own expense. One is a densely-grained, green-like grass. When the grass is caught, it will be covered with a bag-like soil. Occasionally, it is possible to see A little bit like a wide root of a fingernail. They are just inadvertently exposed. The edge of the garden is planted with willows, and nothing else. The reason is that the children in the hometown like to enjoy the cold. At that time, I worked with several partners to calculate how to plant the trees and grow the willows. Cried, noisy, stupid, tried everything, and finally I went to convince those stubborn fathers. When the playmates know, they will celebrate me with joy. When the moon opened the clouds in the evening, they also made a self-proclaimed study. The people in the city had a barbecue party. Most of the roasted chicken, duck and fish were stolen from the house, but the fragrance filled the heart and floated. It’s fourteen miles away. We fell in love with the cold, and naturally fell in love with the willow. Willows will always let us pull down.

Look at the willows, wave the delicate branches, slap the lake, and hang down like a man who is playing in the water. I often catch it there, and from time to time, cut their ring belts with sharp blades, or cut a few pieces of meat elsewhere and hang them on the willow branches. The slanting wind came, and the water-player instantly became the uncle who sold the meat. The branches swayed in the lake, but the meat pieces did not slip. I smashed the next willow, and it took my tiredness, the shackles of the branches, the cardinals on the horizon, and the self-satisfaction, summoned the summer.

At that time, rows of willows stood on the edge of the lake, a green landscape. I am willing to see the tide with Liu, and the moon is cold.

Now, the Yangliu in his hometown is as good as before. The city has already taken on a new look. I want to continue to bear the vain of exhaustion, but I think of the clear and beautiful like the willow. Moving forward, of course, it is important, but I hope that when I look forward to the old, I should look back.

The second day: leisurely listening