Today, the friend uses QQ to send me his article, because I haven't come to work, I haven't come to see it. After get off work, I have a wonderful thing. The original text is as follows: It is not that every land can have his own song. 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 2001, I used the deputy procedure company with several big red chapters to report the certificate, and then the package of trucks came from the school gate to open on the road, just in that moment, the tears were in an instant 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 black store to go to the school side of the school; can occasionally indulge it, get up in the morning, pull her hand to see the night color, listen to the night insect Soft jade singing low ...
The outside of the tree is green and yellow, yellow and green, sit down, fine, graduation, I don't know how to flash for three years. What are you doing in these three years? Recall myself three years ago, when the dream is today's reality?
When graduation, I met many difficulties and confused. Always in the lonely black night, I will sing together in the night wind and the sadness of his feulousness, and the sunset is sunset, and the Jiangnan wanderer. Look in Wu hook, railing, no one will go,
After two years of graduation (National Day), I have returned to Changsha to run the certificate. I have returned to the familiar and strange Yuelu Mountain. The students are busy going to class, elegant student clothes, rushing footsteps, pure faces under the sun. Sunflower, that is deeply stabbed. 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 graduation, the youthful breath is no longer, and the corner climbs the fish tail pattern. Maybe there is only one word to describe himself - "tired", or the secular so-called "mature". Today, I am no longer a full boy who is full, but I can calm down, leisurely, I will have a smoke, make a cup of tea, afraid of my year, such a sultry night is usually usually, but it is also very special - Today, 2001, I mentioned my college career, from this pot of drifting, wasting the horizon.
In the past three 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 it feels shorter, what you have done, don't do it ... "Why is my eyes I always contain tears, 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 have too much, for me The most fearful thing 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 three years, it is the so-called "love problem" for the family to hang the belly. 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 2002, in the temple on Baiyun Mountain, a cool sea breeze made me messy hair, and the people were muttered, and the cigarette, my heart suddenly became an inexplicable touch, that kind of two people The intersection of the road, the feeling of confusion, I don't know, I am filled with my whole body: Zhaozhou Eighty Seems, only for the heart is not quiet. 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 tired, and there are only a few blurred pieces that can be embodied in the mind. When the foggy night, the car is rumbling on the cars, and the moist water fans have made our eyes ...
In the past three years, the most unforgettable lifestyle, from Changsha to Guangzhou, then Shenzhen, a few months have become a habit, do not move, felt not used to it. Changsha's Hexi to Hedong, then it is the Tianhe Bus Terminal in Guangzhou to go to the nine, and then go to Tianhe and the big side. From Luohu to Futian ... Due to various reasons, so frequently, let me exhaustion, I chose this Wandering lifestyle, the bitterness is only drinking alone. The most impressive moving movement is the end of 2002. I put it a box - I am installed in all the family, from the train station to Baishizhou, the taxi will drive to Shennan Avenue, overlooking Hong Kong, this China's Oriental Pearl, Beautiful Shenzhen Avenue, the window of the world ....... night in the night, Qionglou Yuyu, extremely luxurious and distinguished, the speeches of the heart, 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 Shenzhen 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 three years, there is still a hometown of hometown, and the soul is watching the hometown. Give me a scoop, Xiangjiang water, Xiangjiang water / where the wine is the same, the taste of the drunkenness is the taste of the hometown / give me a scoop, Xiangjiang water, Xiangjiang water ... that winter, university has just graduated for half a year, is the most memories The hometown of the hometown, a person carrying a heavy bag on the hometown of the hometown, the cold moonlight is different in the winter night wind, the wet water is shallow, and the sparse plum blossoms The shallow fragrance, the chilly stimulating nostril is a little acid. Home, near, year, gripped in the hands. Tonight, I have a hometown, remembering the sentence of Zhu Ziqing's "Xiuxi" in the "Sinai Qu", Lotus Nantang Qiu, lotus is headed; low, lotus seeds, lotus seeds. 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. Author: Friends Wangkang
