I drove to my hometown xinyanggang today to see my former alma mater, and when I passed the four river bridges in the forest farm, the teardrops of memory and the fragments of sadness were stacked into bitter words, and the desolate words and complex melancholy dripped into ink, and the wind was gentle, so that the lonely heart was desolate into an unforgettable memory.
I stood in front of the original Xinyanggang Cinema, the renovated cinema is still old and old, and the smell of bubble rice flowers that used to climb over the wall to watch the movie disappeared! The winding tree-lined path was replaced by a cement pavement, wandering thoughts were pieced together in lonely memories, and the ticket window that moved freely was replaced by a stainless steel window, and it was impossible to drill in and out.
The teachers who were once familiar with are getting older, the students who have passed on love letters on behalf of each other are more than half a hundred years old, and I use the years to write the most intoxicating and warmest young time, which is really the past stranded by the years! In the dream Gada Gada's high heels have long gone, the awakened teenager has two sideburns white stained with winter frost, I still want to use the white horse to send you in the dream, afraid of the wind of self-study to scare you, and like a leaf light boat fluttering under your cover lamp, the encounter in the corner of the school wall is not a chance encounter, the sudden addition of wheat cakes in the bag is just a remembrance in the depths of time...
Life is actually no if, time will only move forward, will not flow backwards, the road that was initially identified, can only go forward and can not turn back, no matter how far away the road is, how thorny, believe in yourself, and finally arrive.
The old alma mater was turned into a white head by the vicissitudes of the years, hiding the pain in the parting of graduation again and again, and the big locust tree behind the campus could only look up at the sky and not let the sad tears wet the mottled old cheeks; in the process of sending off again and again, the students of the peach and plum world learned to smile gracefully in the face of repeated difficulties.
All the alma mater feelings have expanded with time, stretching into green leaves, colorful society colorful themselves, orderly thoughts are messed up by the wind of midwinter, the wind has passed without a trace, leaving only the thoughts that cannot be solved, trembling and sad in the mind. Walk along the scenery of the red-crowned crane town, the beautiful peony garden lighting water dance show, the G228 landscape overpass, the Kaiyuan Yerba Buena Grassland, the Yellow Sea Wetland Painting Institute, the land scenery slow farm and so on. But these scenery that ultimately does not belong to themselves, no matter how beautiful they are, can only be enjoyed along the way, quietly leaving the scene, indifferent to the depths of the season, even if the trajectories meet, but fleeting and nowhere to be found, fireworks can not pick brilliant fireworks no matter how strong they bloom.
The shallow smile of your look back at the nightmare is so elegant, the turn after the wrist is forever, the pleasure of peace is silent, and the past is no longer looking back, and the lines that fall into the palm of the hand as the flowers blossom and fall are quiet in the corner of the peace.
Steal the sunset of the sun lightly on your heart, dry your wet heart, the heart warms and blossoms, taste your own elegance and fragrance, in the corner of time, listen to the loss of the lost, forget the pain of the floating world, in the vicissitudes of the years dark incense sleeves, the sour, sweet and bitter taste of the salt, the plain white days add some color, the eclipsed winter to spring, pick a light smile in a corner of the floating world, no longer empty and sad for the rest of the life without celebration.
The years change, the wind and the moon flow. For the rest of my life, I just want to be warm in my heart, do what I want to do, have a willing attitude with my heart, and live a life of peace with my encounters. Listen to the rustle of bamboo leaves on the banks of the four rivers of the alma mater, write a whisper of the alma mater, plant a place of sunshine, write the story of the blossoming of bamboo all over the jade veil of life, the joy and sorrow of the flowing years, slide down at the fingertips, dance alone, time is unharmed, the wind of the flowing years is still faint, pick up a gorgeous peony in the wind and smile at the sun, let the alma mater be alone on the banks of the four rivers ... !!!