Footprint

There is a wave of waves in the sea, and a row of small footprints are clearly printed on the beach. The tides rise and fall, and the traces can never be annihilated.

I walked through a winding path and saw countless sunsets and sunrises. Time dilutes everything, leaving only a good memory, a long history of intriguing.

When I was a child, I was very curious to see the adults holding a thick book. This page is full of mystery to me. At that time, I still couldn't read, the whole "little coward." I can only watch the fascination they read, and they are intoxicated, and sometimes they are amazed but unable to do anything.

After school, I gradually got some words. So I couldn't wait to pick up a book and read it carefully. At that time, I turned over the "Old Things in the South of the City" written by Lin Haiyin.

No doubt, that is a good book. It’s just that for me who knows a few words, it’s just a paper full of books. There are five or six words in a sentence that I don't know. As a last resort, I can only let it be empty first, and the words that will be intermittently and forcefully pieced together. The helpless thing is that those words are like pinholes, and they are more and more chaotic. For this reason, I often spend a morning in order to understand a sentence, and I am not tired of it.

At that time, I only thought that I was the English son, the scenery of Beijing Nancheng, and the interesting things made me yearn. In my eyes, the world is so beautiful, and those who are unbearable are removed. "We look at the sea" is the most profound one in the impression. The sea and sky, the blue and windy life makes everyone yearn for. In the story, the person who likes his brother to warm the English child has embarked on the road of crime. Through these simple words, we can feel the writer's deep concern for the society and the deep sympathy for the lower classes.

I remember the time when I first tasted the text, and I still miss it. In memory, a little girl with a twisted squat sits at the table and shook her head and said, "I thought quietly, slowly writing, seeing the camel team under the winter sun coming over, hearing the slow and pleasant ringing, childhood is coming to me. The heart."

After going to the middle school, I fell in love with poetry. A few words just caught my eye like an attractive one. Appreciate Nalan, appreciate Yi'an, Li Wei is the most.

Li Wei, the latter of the Southern Tang Dynasty. With a stunning talent, it is suitable to be a literati and a literati, but he does not want to be a dying king. "Linhua thanked the spring red, too hurried. Helplessly come to the cold rain late night. Rouge tears, keep people drunk, when is it heavy? Self-growth hate water Changdong." The hate of this "Wu Xia" is so deep That is so strong. He can't get rid of it, cut it constantly, and it's still messy. "When is the spring flower autumn month, how much do you know about the past? The small building last night and the east wind, so the country is unbearable to return to the first month of the Ming Dynasty. The carved jade building should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed. How many can you ask Jun? It is like a river spring flowing eastward. "This "Beauty Beauty" appealed to the hatred of the country of death, and finally heard the truth, a generation of talented people fell.

"Small and versatile, I have a high level of ambition. Others have a sword, I have a pen like a knife." Reading brings me a lot of happiness, Su Dongpo Yun, there is a poem in the belly of China. The pen in his hand seems to have spirituality and can't write what he thinks. From ancient Chinese to modern prose, books do not know how many spring and autumn, a page of yellowed pages, a faint book fragrance will always be immersed in everyone's heart, surrounded by.

Footprint, extension...

Shanghai Jiading District, Jiading District, Shanghai, Ma Lu Middle School, the first day: Liu Wei