Dream beauty

There was a drizzle of rain in the forest path, and the grandfather’s white shirt was desperately rushed to the house. Passing through the curtain made up of the green leaf tree fork............ So far, I still can't forget the beauty of the time.

When the summer is over, I will make an appointment with my grandfather to go to my hometown that I have not returned for a long time. On the way is full of expectations, of course, more is the curiosity that can not be concealed.

Walked through the nearby town to the next big lake. Grandpa patiently explained to me the origin of this great lake in my hometown and our family for generations. Sitting on the yellow mud on the shore, listening to the hustle and bustle of the crowds around, watching the swan of the lake swan falling from the sky on the quiet lake.

On the opposite side of the Great Lakes, a large ship made of rough metal was accompanied by its squeaking noise.

I took the boat and finally moved towards the homes of my ancestors.

I was sleeping, suddenly awakened by a deafening thunder. I slammed up from the seat and looked around. Grandpa patted me on the shoulder and smashed my frightened heart. The cheeks that were covered with stubble gently leaned against my right face, and the right hand pointed straight toward the distance: "I am going to land soon."

Looking at the green shore that is getting closer, the innocent I finally showed the most sincere smile. "My home, I will come to my real home!"

The heavy rain has been going on and the boat has been docked. I still haven't dared to come down. Looking at the yellow mud that has been wet by the rain, there is a feeling of crying and tears. Grandpa took off his white coat, and his dark arm propped up a boundless umbrella for me. I hesitated for a while and finally took Grandpa's hand and walked on the wet yellow mud.

Our two men danced in the music played by nature, through the layers of branches and green leaves, and that scene really shocked me.

In the endless rice fields, there are rows of neat seedlings, and the water under the seedlings reflects the blue color. On the field, there is a mist like a white gauze floating in the wind, as if it is floating in the wind, quietly Stroking the baby-like seedlings. Under the green and lush forests, the layers of white water and fog are so soft, so weak and windy, I want to reach out and touch, and I want time to stay at that moment.

The green leaves on my head, dripping a white and flawless crystal, finally made me come back.

In the distance from the horizon, a colorful bridge was set up. There was a bamboo forest under the color bridge. A small house sat quietly there.

Real, dream, stay in my heart forever.

Junior High School, Jinjiang District, Chengdu, Sichuan, China