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Not every land can have its own songs. But on the land flowing in the water, Shen Congwen sang a calm song with the rhythm of the water. This song is warm, but inside, there is a deep tragedy to lift up, just like the smoke in the water, through the smoke, you can faintly see the shadow of the singer, in the smoke blur of Xiangxi, This shadow with the songs of Wan, did not enter the deep place. This is the opening of the TV prose "singer", Xiangxi is fortunate, and Shen Cong will exist as a singer of Xiangxi. Although my hometown is not Xiangxi, I like to Shen and Congwen's attitude towards the native earth, because people who leave their hometown know the sorrows of this. Hometown, there is pure home, is my heaven, brought for many years, I am eligible to sing with exhaustion and hoarse voice?
I have been looking forward to the campus, how to taste the world is wonderful and helpless, and even until I travel in a crowd, I have been surrounded by this passion. In the summer of 2000, I used the procedure procedures with several big red chapters to report the certificate, and then pushed the car to the school gate to ride the newspaper on the same street, just in that moment, the tears were actually big Drop it dropped. I can't explain why I will be so sad at this moment, maybe it is a long-awache. In college, although we don't make money, you can get together on the three-five small restaurants to get together; can be occasionally indulgent, at two in the morning, pull her hand to see the lotus pond, listen to night Spruminous sound singing is low; we can also do many things that want to do and don't come out ...
The outside of the tree is green and yellow, yellow and green, sit down at the heart, fine, graduation, I don't know how to flash for four years. What are you doing in these four years? Recall that yourself four years ago, when the dream is today's reality? When I graduated a year, I wrote "graduation for one year", and the poetic poetic is accompanied by passion. At that time, I still liked a beautiful future, I like the famous sayings of Hydegel: "People, poetic habitat." I always moved again, although I was drifting for a year, but I still put it. The journey of life is as a poetic, there is a song of life, it is beautiful.
When I graduated two years, I just started to sell, I met a lot of difficulties, full of confusion. Always in the lonely black night, I will sing together in the night wind and the sadness of his feulousness.
Sunset the sun, the south of Jiangnan. Look in Wu hook, railing, no one will go,
When graduating from three years, because of work relationship, I often go to Fudan and Second Medical University. The undergraduate students are busy graduating ceremony, elegant bachelor's clothing, under high hat, pure faces into sunflowers, then deep I stabbed me. Me, or I have just graduated from me three years ago? I haven't had a faint and vicissitudes when you have a clear boy. I think of the romantic poetic poetry two or three years ago, I am boring, my mother, poetic value? I walked in my heart, I buried poetry.
After four years of graduation, the forced youth is no longer, and the corner climbs the fish, maybe there is only one word to describe himself - "tired", or the secular so-called "mature". Today, I am no longer a young man who is writing a poem that year. I can calm down, leisurely come on a smoke, make a cup of tea, afraid of my that year, such a sultry night is usually, but also Very special - Today, 2000, I mentioned my college career, and wandering from this pot, wandering the horizon. In the past four years, the consistent main line has no other "career". Wine and song, life geometry? For example, it is more bitter. Sometimes I feel that I have no things, sometimes I have a small foundation; sometimes I feel very fell, sometimes I am happy enough; sometimes I think I have gone a lot of detours, sometimes I feel This way is not worth regretting; sometimes often regretting a lot of ridiculous things you have done, but sometimes I feel that life is short, I don't have it, I don't regret it ...
"Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I have deep love for this land." Many years ago, I said to my friends around me, I was destined to be a very tired person, because I was too supported. More, the most fear of me is that the dream that has not been achieved is gradually moving. In the past few years, I walked hard, once again, I bite my teeth to say that I personally, insist on the end, never give up! Standing straight, don't kneel! I have been working hard, I also have a good life, my heart, after a few years of precipitation, let me have a faint dream, as if the tentacle, it seems to be in the air.
In the past four years, it is the so-called "love problem" that is the so-called "love problem" in the past four years. What is love? I used to interpret the "Water Cup Theory" to friends: love is like a glass of water, each paying one, less and less, and finally don't have anything. In 2001, in the temple of the sea of Jiaxinghai, the slight sea breeze made me messy hair, and the people muttered, the cigarette, my heart suddenly became an inexplicable touch, that kind of body At the two context, the pre-road confused feelings, no sense, filled my whole body: Zhaozhou eighty sessix feet, only for the heart. And the return of the return, I don't know if I am in the dark and vast scorpion hall, I am in the dark, my heart is in the heart, my eyes, I suddenly understand, all kinds of origin, everything is empty ... For so many years, the road of love has already been exhausted. There are only a few blurred pieces. I can still be embodied in my mind: she has a big melancholy eye, the wind is shake, the same girl like this In 2000, he returned to the Jiangnan town of the crystal crystal. He has made another woman; the tears in the university, the sadness in the eyes makes me unable to face, although we have already lost contact, but her tears will always be fixed in me. The bottom of the heart; there is also the same girl like me "old things", she said to me, always treat you as a relative, really hurt you. Making people, we pass the shoulders, the old death is not coming; the girl who is far-traveled, are you okay? I still remember that you said quietly, in Shanghai, don't go to the Bund, don't make a lover. The foggy night, the waves of the Huangpu River, the wet water fans made our eyes ...
In the past four years, the most unforgettable lifestyle is, recently moved to the Guanshengyuan Road, and moving a home in a few months has become a habit, not moving, felt not used to it. Guanshengyuan Road, Kang Jian Road, Botanical Garden, Wu Xing Road, Taixing Road, Shanggong, Dongchang Road, Jinqiao, Wujiao, Dabai Tree, Hanzhong Road ... All Shanghai is probably difficult to find the second like I People live almost every corner of Shanghai. For various reasons, so frequently, let me exhausted, I have chosen such a lifestyle, and the bitterness is only alone. The most impressed moving is the end of June 2002, I mentioned a box - I installed all my family, moved from Dabai Tree to Pudong Jinqiao, and the taxi drove in the Yangpu Bridge, overlooking Lu Jiazhu, this city is the most Luxurious heart, Oriental Pearl, Jinmao Building ... The land of Lujia mouth in the night, Qionglou Yuyu, very luxurious and distinguished, that is hard to be, sad from the heart, the tears are almost slid. I am too tired, I am too tired, I really want to have a home, although Shanghai's housing prices are still soaring, I have given yourself a dead order, I don't have all the price, I must buy a house in the first half of 2005, there is a It belongs to your own worm, and then tired again. In the past four years, there is still a hometown of hometown, and the soul is watching the hometown. Give me a scoop of the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River Water / The wine is the same as the drunken taste is the taste of the hometown / give me a scoop of the Yangtze River. Yangtze River ... Despite the identity certificate of this city, the heart is "a foreign land people". That winter, the university has just been graduated for half a year. It is the most touched hometown in memory. A person carrying heavy bags on the hometown of hometown, the cold moonlight is different in winter night winds, wet water Shallow is blurred in the dead grass, the sparse plum is disconnected, and the chilly-stimulated nostril is a little acid. Home, near, year, gripped in the hands.
Tonight, I am hometown, I remember the sentence of Zhu Ziqing's "Western Excelle":
Muilian Nantang Autumn, lotus is a head; low-headed lotus seeds, lotus seeds are like water.
Tonight, if someone in the hometown is a lotus, the lotus of the clear lake has also passed "people".
Dew from this night, the month is the hometown. The hometown, I have a dream in my life, I am the silent singer.
