Other side, brightly lit

Another Sunday dusk, every time I take a bus at such a time, there is a special feeling in my heart. The sky was getting dark, and the lights lit up at home. There were beloved songs in my ears. When I went home, I thought about my home, and my thoughts spread out! The dusk of my hometown was wonderful. The fire lit by the grass ash emitted smoke in the mountain behind the house, and the fragrance overflowed, which was the fragrance of the soil; The setting sun hit the straw pile, golden, A frog peaked out, and the bad children rushed forward; The old man led a big and a small two cattle passing by the door on time. The cow’s belly was eating so much that he walked one by one, there was a sound of Moo from time to time, which was very elegant; There were many people coming from the water well on the opposite side, who were carrying water, washing vegetables, washing clothes, and the figure of grandpa who came back from fishing next door, the people in the well gathered around. Grandpa pulled the fishing basket and shared his harvest today with people. He gave out healthy laughter and shook his beard with the well water; A group of our bathing kids, wearing underpants, grabbed a bucket of cold well water and drenched it from head to foot. One of them cooled through the bones with screams everywhere, zhu did not know that once the trousers were not worn stably, a bucket of water was poured down, and the spring suddenly appeared. The partners laughed, Grandpa laughed, the sound of water burst into laughter, and the whole well laughed, the cattle also laughed, so did the mountain. The whole village laughed and went outside to study. They seldom felt the dusk in the mountain, and the sunset in middle school was also beautiful, I remembered a poem written by my deskmate. The Sun committed suicide and the sky was bleeding. This is the sunset. Just the right description is published in our school Journal; The figure trained by the brave men on the track and field, the fragrance of shampoo floating out of the dormitory, and occasionally the coveted vegetable flavor can be smelled. No, it wouldn’t be in the canteen. There were so many dishes in the canteen that the smell was mixed and no fragrance could be smelt; The crazy cheers of girls came from the basketball court, and occasionally the voices of male compatriots fighting; there is also the figure of teacher long sweating like rain in the badminton court, the playground where teacher Zhong ran barefoot; Leaves, yes, in autumn, the ground was covered with wild Zhangye leaves, rushing, rolling over the school gate, I rolled over the teaching building, the playground, the football field, and many sad steps; I ran to the sand alone, grabbed the horizontal bar, one or two, put it down, and climbed up again as if, I felt uneasy in my heart, waiting for someone’s appearance; Of course, singing is also indispensable. In the radio, in the single player, in the classroom, in the big dormitory for 15 people, there were also those duck Childe-like cries in the bathhouse, which were thick and exaggerated, permeating the whole campus, green and astringent. The dusk in Xiangtan is almost blank. In other words, it doesn’t feel the dusk. The time is divided into night and day, sleep and computer, turn on and off, lost and lost immediately, of too much! There are too many to hold a canyang. Up to now, the most beautiful memory in my mind stays on that winter weekend, holding her, like a butterfly, dancing in the playground, Sunset, such a dusk, sweet, compared with all the bloody sunset! At dusk today, it was staged on the bus. The sweat smell of the bus was full of figures returning home one by one. The passengers with different expressions were happy, happy, comfortable, dignified and serious, charming, sad and indifferent people gather here in one direction. Some of these houses are big or small, and some are decorated luxuriously, some of them may be just a rented blank house; Some of these houses also have abundant and Jane, some of them have dinner prepared by the whole family, looking forward to their return, some of them may have no one, only some cold pots. The sky was getting darker and darker, and my thoughts were like the fish pond in grandma’s house after rain. The water in the pond, mixed with some small fish escaping by tricks, spread everywhere. Under the road was a vegetable field, under the vegetable field is Xiangjiang River. The river is calm as usual. On the other side of the river, it is Zhuzhou City. The lights are on one after another. That is my destination. My home tonight, where there are colleagues waiting for my dinner. Thinking of this, warmth came. 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