Rural dream

The clouds like light gauze covered the undulating mountains. A river full of spring water flowed quietly among the green fields. An old bridge was lying on the river, making the thin spring rain wet slowly. This is the scenery of the country that I have been used to seeing for a long time. But in other places, there is always no refreshing sadness falling from the deep heart, just like a wisp of breeze lifting the clouds and smoke of the past. I know that my life is so plain and my mood is so indifferent. But we can’t forget that long-lost yearning, a kind of everlasting feeling and real thinking, and we can’t forget that red, black face and clear shy village girl; I am used to hearing the crisp laughter of several people on the side of the river carrying open-backed pants while washing clothes. Leaving the small mountain village and the river beside the village that accompanied me through my childhood, I walked in my life, my heart was calm like water, and I stepped away, my body was full of others’ staring eyes. The empty traveling bag is always filled with the confusion and vicissitudes of time, but I am like a duckweed with no stem, wandering in the boundless lake, and I do not know when this lake will drift to that lake again, although I can also taste the sweetness of morning dew and appreciate the beauty of the sunset mist, I still pray for happiness, eager to have the blue sky that belongs to my soaring, and look for the destination that belongs to my own roots, A cup of hot tea, a plate of light dishes, taste plain life. Accustomed to the life in the mountain village, I always like to walk alone on the path of the field in sunny weather and sunny morning, facing the gentle spring breeze, breathing the smell of soil, lying on the soft grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I love the blue sky and white clouds, and envy their leisure and freedom from the bottom of my heart. How eager I am to grow a pair of firm wings, fly high from the deep mountains calmly, fly over the high hills, fly to the sky to accompany white clouds, overlook the green mountains and rivers of the earth, look at the deep footprints left on the mountain road, which are my footprints from one mountain village to another. They are so messy and at a loss. I also like the quiet night, making a cup of good tea, reading the yellow books slowly, thinking about the dusty past behind the books casually, looking for some old past events and dribs and drabs, or savoring the wind and breeze carefully, the rain was rustling, and the lights were shining again. I didn’t know what to do with my arms. I was bored when I woke up, bored when I was drunk, and when did my dream come to Xie Qiao and other graceful poems, in the alternation of poems and words, let the soul blend with the soul. Or sit alone in the dark night, looking at the stars in the starry sky, dreaming that you will become an eagle that directly hits the night sky, flying over thousands of mountains and valleys, and using your powerful wings to rub with the air to highlight the dark night in the sky. I saw the shining stars and the familiar and vivid face nightmares one by one. I would not miss the communication with them, telling the sincere yearning and the amorous feelings of the year. I like to communicate with the stars in this way, because it enables me to see little hope and the direction of progress in the long night.

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