Those years of rainy season

Those years of rainy season

Looking back, the childhood had already passed away, leaving only deep or shallow memories, gently pushing open the window of memory, and the past emerged. When I was still a child, carrying a schoolbag and holding a cow, when I grew up gradually, putting down the schoolbag and going to the society, the cow used to have no idea where I was. We have common memories of those rainy seasons. — Inscription rainy rainy season, the weather is changeable, sometimes the rain is full of the sky, sometimes the sun is shining, then there will be heavy rain outside the window, the rain is like countless whips, pumping heavily on the glass window, snapping, looking at the unscrupulous rain, listening to the familiar sound of raindrops, my thoughts drifted away. When we were young, we went to herd cattle after school. How many rainy days with thunder and electricity, we swung in the wind and rain with umbrellas, and how many rainy days with heavy wind and rain, we wet our clothes all over our body, we simply put up our umbrellas and ran on the grass in the rain. In many rainy days, our friends put umbrellas together to prevent the invasion of wind and rain. Whenever the river rises after wind and rain, we hold hands tightly and help each other to cross the river. I remember that once, after a heavy rain, the river rose and the water was urgent. We still crossed the river hand in hand, shaking left and right, stumbling, the river finally separated us. Everyone grabbed the rope of their own cattle tightly and struggled in the rapids. Later, an adult carried us to the shore with naked feet, the shoes were washed away. Since then, every time it rains heavily and the river rises, our family members won’t let us walk that river. Once upon a time, every time after the wind and rain, our friends shouted to the sky washed by rain, watching the rainbow rising after the rain and cheering. When the wind and rain stopped and the river was calm again, we went to lift the banana tree that was blown down on the bank by the wind and rain into the river, sat up and fluttered with the water, or stood under the dam with open arms, welcome the water rushing down from a high place, sometimes put a eight-character foot, blocking the water flow, carrying waves of water, sometimes kicking the water surface with both feet, splashing a wave of water, the clothes I often play are all wet, and I am also happy. Now we have grown up, and those cows who accompany us to grow up don’t know where we are. The grass where we play and run has also built factories and clear rivers in the past, there are piles of polluted garbage, which are stinking all over the sky. Now I only leave the little memories in my heart. Every time I recall the past of rainy season, the play after rain, the sky washed by rain, the green grass, the fields full of rice, the flocks of cattle, the crystal rivers and the innocent laughter like silver bells were just like yesterday. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…