Dream catcher

It was a yellow-yellow graduation photo, and the photos were still faintly visible in the father's eyebrows. Father said that his dream was started here.

I asked my father, "Which school did you graduate from?" This sentence, with the same key, opened the memory of his father’s long-lost high school.

He said that his alma mater has flowers, trees, mountains and water. He said that his alma mater has oleander, red and half of the campus; the alma mater has mountains, the mountains have bamboo; there are hundreds of years old, the alma mater's story has as many leaves as eucalyptus. He said that the story of the ink-washing pool is the most, and the great writer Fan Zhongyan, who wrote the poem "The world is full of worries and worries, and the music of the world is happy," has been reading hard. When I was a child, I used to think about my head. What kind of campus is this, so that my father, who is not confused, is so emotional? The father also said: "You will read my alma mater in the future, find a dream in Jixian County, and continue my dream." So, Jixian County has a sunny sunshine in my young heart, warming me, I think Go to the middle to see the bamboo and look at the oleander to see the history of the banyan tree! And it is watching every day!

The years are too thin and the fingers are too wide. In this way, the sun shone as I continued to chase the edge of the ink pool. I finally walked into one. The sun is shining red, like the dream of ancient times. On the autumn morning, I walked on the wide Wenxing East Road. The sun shone on my body through the mottled leaves. My feet were on the road with some leaves left. It felt like a spotlight hitting me on the Walk of Fame. I gradually became clear that I will pursue my dream of blue sky from here.

Several ginkgo trees in front of Wenzheng Building, thick rods, twisted branches, beautiful vicissitudes; two pomegranates, green leaves, red flowers, beautiful. In the morning, the crisp morning reading sounded on time. During the class, our playful figure and hearty laughter spread throughout the building. Standing in the corridor and looking up to the downstairs of the garden, and then myopia can also see the big words in the propaganda window: the benevolent is not worried, the knower is not confused, the brave is not afraid. When I was studying hard, I felt tired sometimes. I turned my head and looked at the ginkgo outside the window. I suddenly felt that I had an infinite forward motivation. Our youth is flowing among the splendid pomegranates on the tall ginkgo trees. Life in one is colorful, and it is like a colorful flower that adorns the most beautiful spring of our life. This one is charming and lively.

The mountain is lying there, you are watching or not watching. I love the mountains and bamboos on the edge of the ink pool. This love comes from heredity and has a long history. Love the sweetness of this bamboo, love her introverted and unobtrusive. In fact, we are like the spring of the new mountains, taking the thick ink of the ink pool and moistening ourselves, such a one, fresh and straight.

The position of the ink bath in the heart of a person is like the Xiangxi River in the west of Mr. Shen Congwen. The landscape of one place is tilted to one person. The Xiangjiang River in Xiangxi is famous for Mr. Shen Congwen. The wash basin is also famous for the water of the Song Dynasty. I think that one day I will be proud of us. A pool of clear water, a party to learn the soul.

The sun hangs high, the breeze whispers, the pool is rippling, and the time is flowing. It turns out to be a sigh of growth. Soon, we will move to the Zhengya Building, which is imposing. At that time, we will do exercises in front of the new Gion, playing billiards behind the Zhengya Building, and circling the slogan "1, 2, 4, 4" in the Zhengya Building in the winter. Of course, it is more to climb my Nanshan Mountain in Shushan, picking the most beautiful flowers in my life. My teacher said that we have brewed a flower for twelve years, and there is no reason not to let it open. I believe that in the large garden of the Mochi Lake in Surabaya, I will work hard to create beautiful flowers, just like the two pomegranates in front of Wenzheng Building. Father's dream will last.

One day, like my father, I will leave the bathing pool and leave the garden full of mountains and bamboo pomegranates and the story. I think, I will always remember the side of the ink pool, more than a thousand days of dreams, remember the whisper of the wind, the scorn of bamboo, the whisper of flowers. I have been running for years, and I can’t keep my dreams.

First grade of Weinan Middle School, Pudong New Area, Shanghai: 111111 He Jun 111111