Dear children:

I left home yesterday afternoon and fell asleep. When the car turned the corner, I glanced back-unless I saw everything covered with bean leaves under the shed again, dear.

Dear people, I can't wake up from this dream

All the people who sent me were children-children from home, children in the same car, children in front of the car and children behind the car. I deeply feel the glory in mourning. Bing Xin is fortunate to have the innocent and pure love of these children and enjoy this deep and unrestrained separation.

Before the train started, my little brother knew that he was sad until the end of the ice season. He kept pulling Uncle Bing's sleeve and said, "Brother, let's go home." He stood in the distance with tears in his eyes. I called him, holding his face, I put my hand down feebly, and they left. We didn't say a word.

The train slowly left the station, and the city walls and willows passed before my eyes. My heart is as heavy as death, but I feel vague, so I picked up the History of Chinese Literature and just turned to the section "Qingyun rotten Xi". Suddenly I saw a few big characters written in the margin of the page: "I don't forget the small ones." My heart was suddenly sour, so I quickly threw away the book and went to the opposite chair to sit down-this is Bingji's handwriting! Brother, why do you bother me when I am separated?

I just can't sleep well at night. I sat up and opened the window several times, only a vague semi-circle moon shone on the dark and boundless field. -the car is speeding, the wheels are rolling, and it is heading for the infinite future. Yue Ming and I, step by step away from home!

After Jinan this morning, I got up at five o'clock and put my hair on the window. Looking at the distant mountains, not in the haze, is too light to ask for. There is only one light blue mountain peak across the sky. People's cooking smoke in the ravine permeates the valley like Yun Qi. The morning sun shines brightly on the endless clean green fields. After washing and dressing, I stood by the window for half an hour. In this solemn and great environment, I can only silently bow my head and praise the creator of omnipotent wisdom.

After Tai 'an Mansion, the morning dew is still zero. Every platform is in the thick shade, which is the most interesting and quiet. At this time, I just got off the bus and walked a short distance, looking at Mount Tai from a distance, carefree and fascinated. I silently said four sentences, "The mountain rises, the scenery stops, although it is out of reach, my heart yearns for it", and I repeatedly stopped it.

From then on, on the platform, I heard the trampling of boots, the collision of knives and guns, and the marching of soldiers in yellow and gray. I suddenly remembered the carjacking incident near the city and knew that I was going to hold the calf hill. I am eager to see those who come in and out with swords. At this moment, I only look forward to the life of the hero in Water Margin and the life of Harmony. I don't envy the golden pavilion and the skinning pavilion, I envy the radical and bold mind!

So I went out and asked the soldier standing at the junction of two cars with a gun and bullets. He said it was almost near L city, and Baodu Mountain was dozens of miles away, so there was no car in sight. He spoke softly to me and spoke pure Shandong dialect. I feel an inexplicable joy, just like a stranger hearing a local accent. -Shandong is my spiritual hometown. I only like loyal Shandong people and listen to timid Shandong dialect.

One stop is near Jiangnan, and the happiness of my trip has already begun. This time, I specially reserved a room for myself, so that I can write some letters for freedom and quiet. I leaned against the long pillow and sat near the window. The curtains on the other side of the sun are tightly covered. In order to see the scenery, the opposite side was half-opened. It's great in Xu Lai. This room is very quiet and dark. Except for the monotonous sound of wheels, it is no different from my library. Although there are no bookshelves full of books in the window, nature is spinning outside the window. I have a pen in my hand and a sentence in my heart, as long as I don't ring the bell. No one came in to bother me. Ding Gongan has a saying: "... it is said that the West Lake is full of grievances. Who can share such a rich blessing? ..... "This morning, my mood is so quiet and happy, which I never dreamed of. This book not only masturbates, but also comforts the younger brothers and remembers the children.

backbone

1August 4, 923, in the middle of Jinpu Road.