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Yang Maolin
I like the earth, it is the mother of all things, it is the thought of the hometown, it sinks and tumbles for the mountains and rivers, it is bowed down for the clear stream, whether it is a drizzle or a dusk, the breath that is always full of breath always makes me step on it.
I love the rain, like a thick marshmallow sky, falling delicate crystal spirits, "clicking" on my umbrella, and even the little buds in the bush are polished.
I like the autumn wind, like a poem, like an ancient wind, "appeal to the wandering, the memory is yellow" the mood but always can not write the next sentence, this is the autumn wind of the cocoon independence, so vague, always give people a mysterious and suddenly empty light cool.
I love the tender grass, like a fluffy green carpet embroidered with unknown wildflowers, that people dare not touch but want to lie down.
I love the purple basin, which is my hometown. There is the smell of memories, with my favorite city - Chengdu, quaint mood, lazy footsteps, Zhao Lei sang: "You will pull on my sleeve, I will put my hands in my pants pocket, walk to the end of Yulin Road, sit at the door of the tavern..." There is the germ of the future, with the city where I conceived my dreams - Yibin, the three rivers meet the sky, heroes and martyrs leave red sparks.
I love the cheerful birds under the low branches, they always look east and west, and fly from the branches of a tree without a trace. What I like the most is the light wings and the lively and clear eyes, whenever I see them, it is as if I have become one of them, I can suddenly disappear from the branches, I can explore the snow in the north, even if this weak body God only gave them a short journey, but gave them blue freedom, what a supreme honor!
I like myself, I like to have my own careful thoughts, little by little hidden, wrapped up; I also like to murmur soft tones or look at Zhang Xiaofeng's prose under a lamp, or in a daze under the lamp, this is when I like myself the most, at that time everything seems to be indifferent, there is no middle of the heart, empty thoughts, satisfied time, in order to be kind to the heart of the almost ignored, caught up in the world's liking self.
I also like zhang Xiaofeng's ending - I like, I like, I like it deeply! I love to be able to fill my heart with so much like!
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Source: Sichuan Provincial Local History Work Office
Author: Yang Maolan (Class 4, Chinese Language and Literature, Faculty of Literature and Art, Yibin University)
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