scenery along the way

Dudu, toot..." The horn of the bus rushed to interrupt my thoughts. I have already arrived at the village where my grandmother’s house is. I breathe the long-lost and fresh local flavor, and I am closed to the smell. The strange Chinese and Pakistani waved bye. Suddenly, a family swallowed across the sky and passed away instantly. Watching it go, there was a trace of sadness and sorrow in his heart, and he would eventually leave the land that raised me like it.

In a few steps, I came to the familiar village house. The time seemed to be backwards. I still had this house in front of me. I just had a child leaning on the railing. I was staring at the blue sky. And I, quietly watching his obsession with the blue sky. There were a few loud cow calls from the ear. Suddenly something was drawn on my face, itching. This broke everything and broke my nostalgia for the past. It was only the thick buffalo that swayed its tail and passed by. Gradually, only one back is left.

It was still early in the meal, I bypassed the two cottages, walked aimlessly, and unwittingly embarked on a country road. I have nothing to do, kicking small stones. One accidentally, the stone fell into the puddle by the roadside, and my sight left the ground. Looking back, I numbly walked so long, and a series of footprints were left behind. So what is the end of the road? I keep guessing in my heart. At this point, a breeze blew over my face, blowing away the dandelions on the side of the road, and blowing away the exhaustion on my forehead. A cluster of dandelions danced in the air, I will slowly play with one hand in the hand. Looking at the body that can be destroyed by the wind, I couldn't help but feel a little, so I held it in my hand and gently sent it back to the group of the ethnic group. As their eyes rose higher and higher, they drifted away, and my eyes stayed in the pure white clouds and the sky behind them. So beautiful, so mellow. It seems like a virtual reality, but also a dream. Admire this beautiful scenery, but the footsteps have not stopped. Any unhappiness seems to turn into a cloud of smoke, leaving me. Finally at the end of the road, but disappointing, is a huge stone, big landscape. I was angry and kicked a small stone into the layers of wheat waves next to the road. I was surprised to see a group of lost sparrows fluttering away with wings. Looking at them in a panic, my heart smiled secretly. Looking back, the straight smoke has risen. Yes, I should go back.

Don't be too obsessed with the end, maybe there is nothing there. that power? wealth? What is it? Take a look at the scenery along the way, enjoy the delicious process and taste your life. This is the harvest of my return.

The third day: the flower is open