return

At this point, I was sitting on the balcony, outside the window with a mountain and several trucks and excavators.

It is a mountain, but it is a bare rock. Of course, they are not always like this. Not far from the mountain, a few scattered grasses are solitary in the wind, as if they will be swept away by the wind at any time. The stones beside the grass are sharp as a knife. The whole mountain is like being torn open.

He is hurting.

The green gradually disappeared, the antelope decreased sharply, and the creek smelled bad.

We are so eager to call back the freshness of the distance, want to call back the drifting spring breeze, and want to catch the good.

Perhaps naturally, I am tired of it, and I don’t know how to ask for it, hurt once and for all. He, already, can't afford it.

A few days ago, I went back to my hometown. The lotus pond that my grandfather used to watch when I went to see it has become a parking lot. Now people here can't remember that the current parking lot was a different time. In front of the old house, a few acres of fields were planted with grass, and a field of grass was hard to go with the stone. The dead wood was piled up in the hill in front of the door, and the smell of earthy ash could be smelled through the distance. The ladder in front of the door holds the green moss. The morning glory on the root of the earth wall is only a few scattered pieces of yellowish petals, and the fragile appearance is broken. I can still hear the sound of turbulent water now. It bypasses the blank time I am away from it and then rushes forward. It’s just that “things are things that people are not doing.” It has already faded away from the clarity of the past. I don’t know when it’s shining black light, but also braving the white bubbles. If the devil smiles. The brook was swallowed up by the devil, and the devil occupied this land, stinking, and using this taste to arbitrarily declare his ownership of the place, without any guilt and enlightenment of doing bad things. The big trees in front of the small sales department opened after the grandfather retired did not know where to go. When I was young, I was really naughty. When I was in the fall, I waved the tree. When I saw two or three leaves falling, I jumped. I always felt that this tree was human. When I was smashed, I sat in the tree. On the land on the roots, he spoke to him and said while crying, he would fall asleep soon. Over the years, I saw that my former partners were no longer, and my heart was filled with sorrows.

The current city is like the icy and hard construction of reinforced concrete. The towering towers rise up and rise, and the rise is the beauty and endless benefits, but the price is the blue sky and the flowing water.

My hometown is in Chongqing, naturally relying on the Yangtze River, I don't remember the Yangtze River in which section, floating green algae's floating algae, standing far and wide can smell a pungent smell.

The earth gives us life and gives us a place to live. We are eager to dominate the earth and become the master of this beautiful water blue planet. Therefore, we are self-righteous to defend our territory and want to expand and expand again. Here is a testimony: the human heart is not enough. But maybe you have forgotten that this land is not owned by any of you alone, it is only rented to you by the earth. Well, here we can say that we are really a group of tenants who don’t know how to be good. The landlord doesn’t want to rent. Instead, it gives us countless resources. We use it very well, but we ask for it again and even hurt because of the benefits brought by this resource. landlord. If the landlord is not happy at that time, drive us out of this land, we have no chance to cry.

We should return to the earth, just like returning to the mother.

We should return to the nature of goodness, return to the goodness of the earth, and return to the original vitality of the "mother" who raised us.

Then, mother, I am deeply blessed here and bless you.

The third day: Tang Shiyu