In the morning, the bird's voice is accompanied by the fragrance of the flowers. When the first rays of sunlight pass through the glass and curtains and then through my eyelashes to warm up my exciting nerves, I open my sleepy eyes and feel: the warm sun is from a distance The 19-degree treetops slowly climbed up, and the cool wind blew from the field to bring the scent of sunflowers. At 6:16 in the morning, I was delayed by this inexplicable environment.
Don't want to go, let go of the future . Today: I will only be myself, make appointments with fox friends and dog friends, pick up the rusty fishing rod, step on a fresh bike, facing the stream, fishing, barbecue, drifting, playing cards, wine tasting; it ’s homely today; I went to play, accompanied fellows and colleagues, shopping, cooking, playing basketball, blowing hair, remembering and chasing childhood; today ... today ... can only do one thing.
Yesterday Yesterday, I was still drunk in Maotai's wine fragrance. The eleven-year-old wine drank not only mellow fragrance, but also health; King Furong encountered diamonds, which made Huanghelou disappear. , Jiang Bureau, Ma Bureau, Long Bureau, massive, brothers, sisters, masters and teachers Mobai. I seem to be like a madman, eating and drinking, feeling that I have to eat back my toll, hard work, and even profit. As a result, I seem to forget everything that happened.
Tomorrow tomorrow, should I stay here? I already have a clear answer in my heart. This is just an internship. I have to go back to school again after 30 days, because there is more or less concern for me. There are I haven't finished the homework, and there are accounts that I can't calculate but will pay off.
Just now, passing by the vegetable garden, I saw the snails running at a speed of 0.01 vm / s (0.01 microns per second) on Chinese cabbage, which made me seem to remember the vow I had made before: I went all the way north and ran to chase Some footsteps. Poor I am just a snail. How did I set off from 35.8 degrees north latitude and 102.6 degrees east longitude, over the freezing cold Liupan Mountain, and climb the Dingxi Gobi, known as the death hell, when I crossed the Yellow River, I was immersed in Among the surging waves, in the end, they can only follow the waves and let fate decide. I flew eastward along the river, passed Liujiaxia, landed in Tuqiao Town, rested in Wangjiazhuang, and then became confused. It seemed that I did not decide to go north all the way for the original goal. It seemed that a moment of tranquility made me forgive For myself, it seems that the sweat has made me feel thankful that "you are all scenery in my life, decorating my mood and embellishing my dreams."
Ningxia Plain passed by my twenty-two-three-year-old like a passenger. Although all kinds of styles made me fascinated, I did not keep its footsteps. There are fly-like mosquitoes here that really like me. The ground observation field here has not really entered. It is very close to the airport, but it has not come close. Here and here, it seems very good, but I can't stay at ease because I know: there is a place that needs me.
Sitting on the bus to Yinchuan, just for a meal, some people, a good mood .