The original dream

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now I step from the beginning", when I stepped into the third grade with one foot, I knew that the beginning of the next cool summer no longer belonged to me, just like the fallen leaves could never return to the tree.

The day before yesterday, he saw the state of Yingjie @ Yingjiefa, he said that recently classmates met and greeted high-frequency words: when did you come back? How much has the paper been written? What are you going to do? Cooper? What job are you looking for? Eat it? The students are back, can not see the joy and sorrow, The cooper continues to be busy, the job is also busy, people who do not know what to do are also anxious, worried about the thesis, worried about what to do after graduation, the life of the third grade has become complicated because of various uncertainties, there is no class, thrown aside by the teachers, like a duckweed, floating to the canteen, floating to the dormitory, do not know where to drift next year.

When I first came back to open the dormitory door, a long-sealed musty smell came over my face, as if it were a gas bomb thrown in by the time traveler, and it exploded at some point, burying us all inside. After a week, the weather suddenly cooled down, took it back to wash and dry clothes, put them back into the closet, and also put the sunshine of the end of August 2016 into it, and waited until the first snow drifted in Guizi Mountain, and then opened them to think that they were still warm. The last warmth of August will bring the fragrance of September flowers, the clouds gradually fade, the heat of the sun in the sky is slowly receding, people who live here know that this is the precursor of the osmanthus flowers about to drift, and then after a while the osmanthus flowers full of trees will bloom, the sweet smell soaks the whole body, the mood of those days is particularly good, when you sleep at night, you don't want to take off your clothes, and you have to go to sleep with these flavors.

Go to breakfast in the morning, you can hear the sporadic sound of military training, the sound of youth is very penetrating, this place is still very strange to them, but there is no fear of the stage, because there are still four years or maybe more years to stay here, then they will seem to be the master of Guizi Mountain. The voice tugged at the ear to let me go near them, and above the East Second Canteen was a playground, a vacant lot on the hillside, small but delicate enough for them to let go of their dreams. Leaning against the iron fence, I saw young faces that looked no different from me, but I wouldn't have laughed so freely and willfully, and this laughter reminded me of my flowers, the flowers of my college classmates who used to train together in the military, to go to graduate school together, and to be intern reporters at TV stations, all of which are now blooming and falling, forgetting each other.

How to find the feeling of youth again, I don't know, just like Forrest Gump, running silly, no matter what, insisting on doing it is right. When the footsteps take a step forward, the whole body trembles, the soles of the feet step down, the ground is solid and powerful feedback, this feeling of touching the soul goes up from the feet up, transmitted to the brain, transparent! This is the body's long-lost reaction, everything is so real, huffing and panting, after a few laps of sweat from a little bit into a stream of water, warm flow from the neck, flow to the back, wet the entire vest. Just run over, run in your own track without dispute with the world, watching the illuminated figure being stretched and pulled back in a circle, as if after a year and a year, running back I was still young.

Today with Xiao Xiao @ Qin Xiao to go to the southeast gate to eat, the small shop is very quiet, the meal is also very flavorful, we each drank a bottle of beer, slightly bitter like the current life, talking about poetry and the future, and in poetry and far away, around is always the distant hometown. Because of the deep love for this land, love the sunflowers in the mountains of Luanchuan, love the harvest of corn ears on the Huanghuai Plain, love to eat braised noodles, and love to drink peppery soup, these things that nourish our growth are not in a foreign country, we have walked so far, always do not forget the back of the mountains behind us, and the rolling wheat waves of the plains. It is not that he did not want to leave the southeast, like Su Shi, he was at ease with the encounter, but even if he was like him, there would be "The Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking and drinking, getting drunk, writing this article, and huaiziyu." "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, who does not miss the relatives in their hometown, speaking of the depths, we all want to go back this trip, find a rural city where the house price is not too high, teach, serve flowers and plants, and buy a small broken car, even if you are drunk in the future, you will be drunk at the door of your home."