The first wipe morninghope before

Starting in the morning, the guests will go to their sad hometown. Every time I read Wen Tingyun’s song “Walk early in Shangshan”, my heart was filled with pain. Before the stars dispersed, a few Crows of chickens broke the silence of the air of the night. The Moon drooped to the West, slightly revealing half of the face on the remote mountain edge. Looking from a distance, all the houses in the mountain are still closed. Wandering in a foreign land, he didn’t sleep all night. When the first sound of chicken chirped, he pushed open the window. The window was still blurred, and a lonely journey would begin again. My hometown gradually moved away. The woman who leaned against the door and waited hard was also sleepless all night. At that dusk yesterday, she must still be looking at the direction of the recruitment. Today, the distance of space is getting farther and farther, it is too far to be measured, and you can no longer hear the familiar accent. Morning is the beginning of a day, the departure of a dream, and the departure of the soul. This is just one of the countless mornings. Once, it set sail countless times; Tomorrow morning, I will leave today’s self and go to the unknown distance. The Earth is still sleeping, birds are still sleeping, and trees are also sleeping. Only those who traveled early had already embarked on a long journey. I began to fear the first ray of sunshine in the morning. Because, after the Yangguan shines on the earth, you can clearly see that the distance behind my hometown is getting farther and farther, farther and farther, and my steps are stumbling. I am tired before I take the first step, I really want to fall down, before the sun rises, because in this way, after getting up tomorrow morning, I don’t have to face the increasingly distant road, or even can’t see the solemn and stirring sun like blood at dusk today! The road of rare interpersonal relationship is covered by morning frost. The pace is getting heavier and heavier. Is this the hometown’s retention to me? I believe it is, because I am reluctant to leave my hometown. How could my hometown be willing to leave me? I have been walking, far away, far away from the hometown of space, and far away from the hometown of time. Gradually, we forget the appearance of hometown, innocence, youth and ourselves. Taking a deep breath, what entered the heart was no longer the earthy flavor of hometown, at least there was no smell of the familiar pigsty in hometown. Opening your eyes, you are no longer familiar with your face. The laughter you once had only exists in your memory. The distant childhood is far away, and the former youth is far away. All the memories about hometown gradually faded and became far away during the departure day after day. When the first ray of sunshine penetrated through the haze of Dawn, a wisp of local cooking smoke melted the frost of getting up early. This scenery which was no longer familiar told me in silent language that I was just a wanderer. Green tea garden, straight Valley, golden rice field who can hold my memories, who can make time go backwards. In my childhood, I am simple cowherd, leading the cow out in the morning and returning at dusk. Thatched grass is the staple food of cattle, Ge Ma Vine is the vegetable of cattle, cattle is my best playmate, pure playmate. Gradually, Niu got old and died. I also went further and further, forgetting the way back. My thatch, MY Ge Ma Teng, my cattle, did you abandon me, or did I abandon you? Far away from the tie of ox rope, the sharpness of thatched grass and the twining of Ge Ma Vine; However, the soul is bound by work and cut by the cold eyes in the world, the thoughts are disturbed by complicated interpersonal relationships. I clearly remember the unbridled shouting on the top of the mountain, and the voice spread far away until it penetrated the sky; I clearly remember the free running in the field, and the grass saluted me, the trees nodded to me and I gradually forgot many things that should be remembered; Many things that should be forgotten were firmly remembered by me. What did I remember? What did I forget? When I wanted to shout loudly, I found that my voice was already hoarse; When I wanted to run fast, I found that my feet were tied with heavy sandbags and passed through spring, summer, autumn and winter, experiencing the blooming flowers, I found that the flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. Walking into the cloudy and sunny rain and snow, after experiencing the wind and rain, I found that my face was not old and my heart was vicissitudes. In the cloudy rain and snow of spring, summer, autumn and winter, every morning, before the sun came out, I was setting off. In the strange journey, I was experiencing the strange wind and rain, watching the strange flowers bloom. The sun came out, the fog was gone, and the dew was Dew. A young man came from far lower, holding the cow and shouting loudly. I guess he would run wildly, too, just like me in those years. The sound was so familiar that the scene was surprisingly similar. Even cattle, after chewing a mouthful of thatched grass, would look for Ge Ma Vine everywhere, and then slowly taste I finally stopped my steps and saw off the moon that had not yet fallen and the dew that got up early, A light cool summer night. The sky is very blue, and the river in the distance is very clear. There is a coquettish smell in other people’s pigsty in the air. Close your eyes, a familiar scene in front of you: cattle are leisurely eating grass in the field, A young man runs freely in the field. In the stone room in the distance, the smoke from the kitchen was dancing in the wind. The smell of the food aroused my appetite. The Saliva flowed down the corners of my mouth and my hometown was always there. There was space and time. However, before the first morning glow appeared every day, I still had to set out from one hometown to another.

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