Singing the Ode to the World (II)

I pedaled the fragrant dirt and the country roads surrounded by grass and wildflowers to the city. The first time to take the train, the first time to live in a building, the first time to take the bus, the first time to see the beach, the first time to see the tide rise and fall, the waves roaring, too much too much for the first time, is a lifetime can not erase the mark! Later, I got paid, learned to drink, learned to mandarin half-earth, learned to admire women from afar, and sometimes teased each other in single dormitories! It was a time of pure joy! Like the wings of a dandelion, there is no direction, but it is full of ideals! Time shook the city's street lights, and I went straight ahead, to a place where I didn't belong! Suddenly, one day the rain was pouring, and my nostalgia and nostalgia were like a flood, the reeds of my hometown, the warmth of thatched huts, the coarse tea and light rice and the monotonous linen shirt, and there were girls who played hide-and-seek with me! Love has sprung up like a mushroom, half shy, half ostentatious! Dozens of disheveled children, with their own tables and chairs, their own rations, their eyes portray a desire for the future. This is the hometown of my childhood, the place where I was born and raised!