Familiar places also have scenery

The path of the bluestones, the light rain and the patter, the filaments wrap the heavens and the earth, the breeze does not know how many places have been blown, the small villages that have not arrived in this summer solstice, the lingering rain, wash the memory, the heart is suddenly A sigh of anger, I think it was young at the time, so there are scenery in such a familiar place!

Surrounded by the breeze, some of the people were cold, I was pulled out, she said to me with a smile, to see our hometown. I am a bit stunned. Where is the day and night growing, where there are mountains, where there is water, and even the pebbles buried in some places, have been born in memory, why do you want to see? She has always been stubborn, and I can't complain half-heartedly, let the cold wind, in the familiar hometown, plunder in the depths of our hearts.

A new green, rain is not too long, the water vapor in the air is like a lost child, can not find the way back, play in this green for a long time. After all, it was a hindrance. My sight was only ten meters ahead. She let go of my hand and disappeared into the fog and disappeared into the green. I lost sight of the fog-covered hometown and tried to find her. Then I thought about how she would lose this place.

There is no purpose to shuttle through the fog, I think, when she became so naughty, and became fond of playing hide and seek with me. The morning is approaching, but the sun can't see through the darkness. I suddenly have a sore nose, this situation, this scene, if I was young, I am full of hope, full of hopes for the world, but again and again in reality. Bow down in front of you. In the familiar hometown, the sun broke through the inner city, just like the newborn sun, gave me a new life.

Suddenly remembered, there is indeed a wild wisteria in front. When I was young, I was naughty. I once trampled it, and I wanted to take a look at the familiar place. The nightmare has to look for it along the memory, but I don’t know what to expect.

It has changed. I stared at it, the vines were full of branches, a little green, and the shadows were in between, and the dewdrops shone between the leaves. The "bad thing" of young people, I don't know when I have got rid of the shadows. It grows very well. In those days, the traces of the swearing people imposed on it were already reborn. It has forgotten that memory, a strong life. It swayed the vicissitudes of the tree for many years with the wind. It flaunted the new life that he was proud of. He followed the wind and showed me strange scenery in this familiar hometown.

Changed, it seems to have changed, I suddenly felt that this is the familiar hometown of my memory, but it is my strange world. I am a little confused, everything is disturbing me, I want to find her soon. I am running fast, the scenery is fleeting around me, everything is strange and familiar.

The sun finally broke through the haze, and he proudly hit its dazzling light wing on this dark. She appeared so cleverly, she stood in the green, singing the familiar song, like many years ago, she smiled and called my name. The tail of the light illuminates her side of the world, she is dressed in green, like the tea embedded in the surrounding, the fog is not scattered, the raindrops are all around her, the refraction of the sun, it is the colorful light. I am crazy.

I am familiar with Wisteria, I am familiar with her, my familiar hometown, through memory, changed.

It turns out that the familiar places also have scenery.

Middle School, Xiayu Town, Jurong City, Jiangsu Province, China