When I have nothing to do on Sunday, I just turn over the dusty literary classics on the bookshelf and browse aimlessly. I found this book. When I took out my book, a thick thing fell to the ground and bent down to pick it up. Oh, it's my photo album.

Gently pat the dust off the album cover and open it carefully. Every photo records every moment.

Oh? This little girl is me, isn't she? I have been so stubborn since I was a child. It is true that my mother took my hand and forced me to take pictures, but I hate taking pictures by nature. As a result, the two people have a tendency to "fight to the death". With a click, my quick-eyed dad added a "black spot" to my childhood cleverness.

I can't help but envy the "courage" and recklessness when I was a child, and the free and easy now. I am used to playing a good girl in the eyes of my parents and becoming a good girl in the eyes of my teachers and classmates. I don't want the truth to be out of reach. The original clear and empty childlike innocence has become more and more secular, and it has been covered with a faint sadness.

Perhaps, we have all interpreted another self in front of the so-called "civilization". My nose is a little sour, childhood friends, childlike innocence was inadvertently exiled by me, getting farther and farther.

Time flies through my fingers, losing my mood and leaving fragrance. ...

You have perfumed my years. That day, I met you on a long prayer wheel. My hands are stronger than my old age.

I clearly remember that I was moved, that is, I met such kind relatives after wandering in the desolate world. This is the most painful and beautiful meeting between you and me, with blue fireworks and young children leading the way, as if meeting at the starting point of life.

I walked with a local accent, dusty and full of fallen leaves, and the raindrops were still free and easy, hitting between the lotus leaves, splashing my love and hurting my youth.

On both sides of the misty rain, the world is as warm as jade, and the wind and rain are entangled. A pink lotus is half closed to the world, and the plot is hazy. The painful words spoken are actually incomplete injuries.

In front of the quiet Chai Fei, you are holding a candle and holding your hair, sitting beside the lotus.

A lotus flower came out of the world and gave it to you. The classic book of the old year was hurt by a drop of ink. On the first page, there is a prophecy that cannot be opened.

It turns out that in a previous life, I was the lotus in your arms, staying at the end of the world of mortals, just waiting for you to shave my hair, let my hair be buried and live in the scrolls.

I used to think that every year today, I would snuggle up in your arms, but I was wandering at sea.

I fell asleep peacefully in the water drop, at the crack of the vein. Who is floating in the world covered by running water? My past life or the afterlife? Acacia in my last life, only when the cold wind stopped, the banana turned green and the moon tilted, in this life, it was composed of new words and songs, and a new chapter began, and I sang it to you.

In previous lives, I was the lotus on the earth. In your arms, let me open the silence of my life and greet me with dew. You boiled me into Chinese medicine but didn't swallow it. Your breath provided me with rest, looking in the mirror and dressing. Your smell makes me warm, intoxicated and miserable.

You leafed through every chapter of me, unloading all my sorrows in the world, and the ancient sound of hidden flowers circulated in the depths of the book case. Through the flute sound of lotus leaves, I missed that touching time far away.

We try our best to express our life and cherish the unforgettable love accumulated over the years carefully.

It turns out that I am still a beauty looking forward to the light, and you are still a white boy who will never grow old.

And I, how lucky I am, can generously load those lyrical waters, walk into the afterlife with slight joy on an ancient road occupied by grass, meet you in your arms, and fall in love again in this life with the breath of past lives.

In previous lives, the scenery in the depths of the world of mortals was like the shadow of a previous life.

Outside the window, wicker is full of pool, flying incense is popular, you stay by your side, cut candles and write poems, years are old, and silence is a lifetime.

Can meet you, in the best years of each other's lives, all the vacancies before and after are brilliantly filled at this moment, don't ask, is it robbery? Is it fate? In a previous life, you witnessed my blooming, from bud to withering, and we looked at each other in late spring and early summer. Your face is so beautiful that I forgot to breathe. Just one look makes me look like your lotus.

In this life, can you find the footprints of my past life in your colorful courtyard? If you come to me with a scroll in your hand, keep a bright smile, greedily look at the spring breeze in the pool and swallow my tears, will you still hold me in your heart as affectionately as you did in your last life?

The sunshine is just right, drifting over the courtyard wall and ivy, leaning out of the wall, full of light and shadow, dancing and laughing, I am far away, looking for someone worthy of being entrusted for life in the depths of time.

Summer rain knocks on the east window, and the old road can't bear to wander. A water-like lotus, embroidered with hearts on the way to bloom, smells the flowers all over the world.

Prosperity is gone, and you let me still believe in love.

Sad for so long, I can only Zhan Yan a smile.

In my last life, I was the lotus in your arms, waiting for this life with infatuation.

The time you owe me, the pain I give you, and the trivial life in the dust have always bloomed in my memory and never faded in time.

Who did Jinse spend her time with? Through this life, suddenly, in your arms, even if things change, life is fragrant and the years are quiet.

You have perfumed my years. Time makes us old, and the years pass silently. But the sixteen-year-old years are like the spring morning when the grass grows and the warbler flies, filled with the fragrance of life.

-The inscription has gone through the delicacy of spring, the richness of summer, the richness of autumn and the holiness of winter.

At the age of sixteen, I began to weave a perfect dream for my beautiful mood story.

Sunshine brings me picturesque colors through the blue sky, and my heart is as quiet as a blank curtain, longing for the embellishment of spring.

Lightweight birds flapping their gray wings soar in the sky, giving me the feeling of crying, and my heart is as cold as a thin white gauze.

I only long for myself to enjoy that loneliness and that lonely loss quietly.

Because, tasting the taste of youth is like tasting a green olive, which is astringent but slightly sweet and cool.

Maybe this is a flash moment, but it's just a wonderful episode in life.

After being young and ignorant, the waves in the heart lake are just faint ripples when dew falls into the water.

On weekdays, I am crazy and gradually withdraw my heart. I always love sitting alone and looking up at the moon, which is as clear as water; Or in the afterglow of yellow halo, lean on the windowsill, close your eyes slightly and feel the sweetness of dusk.

Perhaps this is the spring of goose yellow and grass green, that is, if a hundred flowers bloom, it is just a slight throb in life.

The lively city is brightly lit and colorful, but the dance music of youth is noisy here. Only under the blue sky and green nature, it is music like nature.

It is not just gorgeous and strong youth that is worth remembering. When you tremble slightly, when you are 70 years old and 80 years old, maybe you just vaguely flashed the innocence of 16 years old.

Sixteen-year-old sky, quiet but lively, slender but dignified, simple but gorgeous, youthful flowers, you can smell its fragrance, you can only feel the joy in your heart.

The dream of youth is like a colorful ribbon, winding around the countryside of a mountain village, rendering the faint realm of trees into poetic gold; Youth is like a bright star, shining in the sky of life, decorating this dark and heavy sky into a picturesque splendor.

Life can't always be smooth sailing, and troubles and troubles still follow.

However, after all, I entered the ranks of young people, and I also learned how to bear and overcome it.

Along the way, my heart is full of fragrance, blooming in a corner of the world, adding a little red and green to it.

Turn this into a fine pen of life, hold it from time to time, engrave it and cherish it.

It's a spring morning, and the grass grows and the warblers fly. The bud of life has blossomed its soft petals, and the wind of years is filled with endless fragrance.

Just want to give life a butterfly-like flight, find infinity in the finite, just want to remember a youthful mood and let endless fragrance precipitate in the wind of years.

About "Fragrance in Memory" In the 800-word life, there are always some memories buried in our hearts. Although time flies, it will not fade color and fragrance, because it is the melody of the interaction between two hearts, which makes love symphony.

-the inscription is them, so that I can still find the way forward in the vast sea of people; It is they who make me strong in the baptism of years; They let me thrive in the wind, frost and rain; It is they who gave me a dream and kept me looking for the dawn of victory.

Time is like the wind, and memory is like the wind of a boulder, which depicts the hole in the boulder and can be smoothed with affectionate hands.

My father is a calm person, and his strict love is always indispensable in my life.

Up to now, I still clearly remember the "Challenge Host Contest" held by our school.

Before the game, I said excitedly, "Dad, wait, I will come back with the first prize!" " But dad said casually, "Thank God you didn't let the audience rush down!" "In this way, I ended up with the outstanding performance of the first in the school.

Afterwards, I heard from my classmates that my father had been watching me silently in the distance during the game.

Time is like the sea, and memory is like the beach. The sea sends shells to the sea and takes back its broad mind.

My grandmother is an amiable person. She has a kind face.

When I was a child, I often looked up at the stars in the sky in my grandmother's arms and listened to her charming stories.

And the milk always takes care of me in every possible way, saying to me, "Grandma's darling is the best, and you will definitely be admitted to the university!" " "However, when I was 8 years old, she left me and went to another world.

Although my crying echoed in the hall of the funeral home, I couldn't change grandma's smiling face in the past.

Time is like a wheel, and memory is like dirt. The wheel printed its own wheel print on the soil, but it rolled to other places.

My mother is a harsh person. She is my teacher. She cares about me with special love.

However, I am a child with unstable grades. I always wander in the top 10 in every exam, but that time I rushed to the second place in the whole grade on my own.

When my mother heard my grades, she cried in the office and said, "How sad it will be if I don't get the second place in the next exam!" "Mom is like this, thinking about her baby daughter in every corner of her life.

Time may be merciless, it leaves dust on yesterday's memory, but it can never weather fresh memories.

Because this is a flower that will never return to zero in memory. It is they who break through the wind and rain, pluck the keys of love and play a melody of the soul in the years.

The fragrance of memory is so wonderful, listen! I'm singing. ...

The fragrance of life, the fragrance of life dissolves the moon, and the faint wind is like flowers, but the wind dissipates in Wan Li for a moment.

But your name will always be remembered in history, and it is fragrant.

More beautiful than green leaves, more moving than green leaves, and more talented than green leaves, that is violet, a good violet layman.

I envy your talent of "putting pen to paper to shake the five mountains, writing poems into a smile and proudly ling Cangzhou"; I envy your debauchery of "since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat"; I really like your heroic spirit of "braving the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"; Appreciate your chic romance that "the son of heaven calls me a non-ship, but calls himself Brewmaster" ... You waved a sword on the battlefield and made great achievements; You fought bravely and Wan Li was swallowed by the tiger's mouth; You have achieved your thirty-eight years in the ideal and practice of "serving the country faithfully".

However, you can't stop sending 12 gold medals in succession. You have no ambition, so you should shed tears.

In this way, in the sunset, Jin Ge's hero Ma Tie disappeared between heaven and earth.

But your flowers are still fragrant, passing through the tunnel of history and time and permeating the world.

"Talent leads wind music, and its sleeve wins Sun Wu.

"If you stay at home, you will know that the world is divided into three parts. A famous "Longzhong Dui" analyzes current affairs incisively and vividly.

At the invitation of Liu Bei, you stepped onto the political stage.

After coming out of the mountain, you have repeatedly made outstanding achievements, burning Chibi, Xinye and Bowangpo, and you burned them all in three minutes. You are six-sevenths, strategizing, winning thousands of miles, legislating, rectifying internal affairs, developing frontiers, and being both civil and military; You did your best to help the country and died ... One hundred years ago, Tan Sitong was bloodied in the food market for political reform, sacrificed his life for justice and died heroically.

Things have changed, and the years have passed. Tan Sitong will be reincarnated in time forever, and our country and people should always remember it.

Life is like a flower, full of fragrance.

When we think of those distant lives, you will find that although the people of Sri Lanka have passed away, the fragrance is still pervasive.

Dissolve the moon, the breeze.

Let the past look at the clouds with the wind, smell the fragrance of plum blossoms floating in Wan Li, and recall the elegance of flowers.

Let us experience the fragrant life, bloom the flowers of life, and pursue the fragrance of life.

The warmth of the years reminisces about those fleeting years, always flowing quietly in my heart like a warm current, accompanying me through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When warmth flows in spring, it is the spring breeze in February, like scissors. When it is warm in summer, it is a silent trickle. When it is warm in autumn, it is moonlight in its groves of pine and stones of crystal in its brooks, and when it is warm in winter, it is a few corner plum blossoms.

Mother's habit of reading newspapers is not only unknown for a long time, but at least since I was in junior high school. As long as I do my homework in the house, she will sit and read newspapers.

Whenever I encounter a problem, even if it is just a sigh, she will immediately put down the newspaper and enthusiastically come to help these people, but at her level, she can often only say, "Oh, this problem is really a problem. So, you think about it first, and I'll pour you a glass of water.

"Yes, help me pour water, help me get fruit, help me watch the time, help me ... these are all irrelevant things in my eyes. She is the only one who can help me by reading newspapers. I am speechless.

However, I have always been curious about one thing. Whenever I finish my homework, she finishes reading the newspaper.

Six o'clock is like this, seven o'clock is like this, and eight o'clock is still like this.

But until one day, I happened to find that all the newspapers in my mother's hand were on the same day and never changed. Only then did I realize that my mother was not reading the newspaper. She always pays attention to my words and deeds and is always ready to serve me.

My mother's silent persistence and dedication suddenly made my heart warm, sweet and beautiful.

Motherly love is like a stream, flowing quietly in my life; Motherly love is like a spring breeze, which brings me fragrance; Motherly love is like spring, watering the dried-up hope; Motherly love is like a bright lamp, illuminating the direction for me!

In the warm afternoon, the sun shone on the window and made a cup of chrysanthemum tea. The leaves spread out in an elegant manner, savoring the sweetness of tea soup and quietly enjoying the mottled and sparse scene of the sun shining on the earth. The elf dance in the light beam, like a graceful and euphemistic woman, dances with the sun, which makes me want to stop at this moment and get drunk.

I am often moved by that kind of beauty, that kind of emotion from the deep heart.

We should believe that everyone comes to this world with a mission.

No matter how trivial, insignificant, radiant and dim, there will always be a corner to put her aside, there will always be a person because of her, there will always be a soul attached to her heart, and there will always be people in their own land of Xiaotian who treat the world with pure hearts, asphalt the world with bright eyes, maintain simple stability and happiness, and live a life without fear and pity.

Some people, in the hustle and bustle of the world, enjoy a vigorous life with a gorgeous attitude.

Everyone has his own way to go, and everyone has his own scenery, whether beautiful, ugly or plain, depending on his own mind.

Belinsky said: Beauty comes from the depths of the soul.

In the neon-lit streets, there are often attractive young women coming and going, with gorgeous clothes and charming makeup, blooming like flowers, lighting up people's dark hearts.

I like to appreciate beautiful women, but sometimes because of an unintentional move I accidentally saw and a sentence I accidentally heard, the dazzling light instantly darkens my heart.

God gave you a beautiful face, but you neglected your youth and let go of the misty clouds. The cold and biting cry suddenly flooded your whole body.

Some women are simple and simple.

However, she has a brighter and more precious heart than gold. This kind of woman doesn't need to draw eyebrows, nod her lips, fancy clothes or expensive decorations, and she can stand out from the crowd and give off a kind light.

True beauty comes from people's hearts.

People who can feel the beauty of mountains don't have to live in the mountains, people who can feel the charm of water don't have to live by the water, and people who can enjoy the moonlight don't have to hold it in their hands, as long as there are mountains, water and moonlight in their hearts, because the most beautiful things are always in their hearts and not in their eyes.

The face will grow old, and no matter how beautiful the face is, it can't stand the waste of time. Time's meat cleaver will eventually wither and be bleak like a flower.

The saddest thing in the world is that the beauty is dying and the hero is dying.

If you don't have a beautiful mind that stays young forever, how can you meet the bleak winter of life with a cool attitude? If you have a beautiful face, repay the gift of God with a sincere and pure heart. If you don't have a pretty face, don't complain about others. Make your heart beautiful. Keep a pure and kind heart in your heart, plant chrysanthemums under the hedge, be a gentle woman, warm yourself and others.

Fragrant topic of life composition 1. Life is like a flower, full of fragrance.

When life is used to open a flower for others, make a splendid land and add warmth, the fragrance of life will be refreshing.

Life is brilliant, beautiful and weak as a flower; Fragrance is the value and beauty of life.

Life can disappear, but the fragrance lasts forever, because it stays in the heart.

There is a fragrance, which is the fragrance of carnations. It is rich, gentle and profound, which makes people feel warm and caring.

There is a saying called "A friend in need is a friend indeed".

That day, I was ill, but I stubbornly went to school.

I'm already miserable after only one class.

After class, my deskmate saw that I felt uncomfortable, so she took me out for a walk and got some fresh air, but I still felt uncomfortable.

She was also very nervous and at a loss, so she had to take me to the head teacher's office.

The class teacher calmly arranged: let my classmates go back to class first, and then call my parents.

After the phone call, the class teacher put on a shawl and handed me a cup of hot tea.

She put me on the sofa and said many words of comfort to me, which warmed my heart.

Sitting on the sofa, feeling the warmth of shawl and the fragrance of tea. In my troubles, I feel the beauty and innocence of friendship and the warmth of teachers and students.

The warmth and fragrance of tea turn into ripples in my heart.

The fragrance of carnation lingers around, which is a kind of delicate and soothing love.

There is a kind of fragrance, which is the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, a quiet taste, elegant and unique, elusive but deeply impressed by its fragrance.

Feel the warmth he gave me. That's the feeling: after the ninth grade, I added chemistry, which I especially liked and learned well, but occasionally I accidentally made some low-level mistakes.

I once practiced chemical equation in class. It was a very simple formula. I accidentally wrote it wrong and I haven't found it yet.

The teacher came over, leaned down and said in a skeptical tone, "Will you make such a mistake?" As soon as I saw it, I couldn't be more embarrassed, simpler than a low-level mistake in the question! I'm blushing, so I'm sorry to finish eating quickly.

Later, I never made a similar mistake again.

When I really benefited, I recalled the benefits of his euphemistic criticism during that time ...-the fragrance of chrysanthemums floated occasionally, which was a hidden concern and help.

There is a fragrance, the fragrance of lily, which is faint and elegant, giving people the feeling of "lingering sound".

I can't help but recall the fragrance of life that has gone away: during the eight-year atrocities of the Japanese invasion of China, countless China people fell in a pool of blood, but they never gave in.

The martyrs defended national dignity and national security with their lives.

Even though the petals of flower of life withered in its heyday, the fragrance of that flowering period remained in history forever.

Japanese fascists occupied the vast land of China and enslaved the vast people of China by many inhuman means of war.

The brutal Japanese Air Force bombed and despicable "killed" unarmed peaceful residents in Shanghai, Chongqing and Tianjin, in an attempt to destroy the China people's tenacious resistance by such bloody means.

Among them, the Chongqing bombing was the largest and lasted the longest, lasting five and a half years! Chongqing people stubbornly adhered to this city without sky, faced with destroyed homes and bombed streets, resolutely refused to move and stop the city, fought against the Japanese invaders with their own strength, and made a heroic city in history with blood and tears! Their strength and courage explain the greatness of Chinese national spirit and the value of life. Their actions and choices let the fragrance of life be released and stay in the long river of history forever! We remember history, but not hatred.

After the war, Jin Ge's iron horse, fighting bloody battles, has been buried by the yellow sand of the years, and the smoke has dispersed, leaving only broken walls and thousands of emotions-desolate and calm, gloomy and detached.

Although the Sri Lankan people have passed away, the fragrance of life is still dispersed, and the eternal fragrance of life cannot be covered by fire and smoke! -the fragrance of lily can't be dispersed for a long time. It is a firm belief and lasting love, the love of the nation! There is a kind of fragrance, which is the most unique fragrance. What's the smell? It is the fragrance that only belongs to your life! In the journey of life, I feel the fragrance of life given by others, but when will the fragrance of my own life be revealed? -Give others a unique feeling! The world is so big and there are so many people, and I am one of them.

In society, it is essential to get along with people.

However, with the progress of science and technology and the perfection of various ways and means, the relationship between people is becoming more and more complicated like mud.

Doubt, hurt, this water sometimes goes bad.

This makes me feel colder.

But he was ordinary that day, but he made me taste the fragrance of his life and shocked my heart.

It was last Saturday night, and I rushed to Xidan Book Building early to buy books.

I don't have much pocket money, so I managed to save four subway dollars. When I went back, I only had two dollars left.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and I hurried into the subway station. The airflow in the station made me shiver with cold.

I ran to the ticket office and felt in my pocket. I broke out in a cold sweat.

There is only a note from Zhang Yiyuan! The coin is lost! I fumbled several times, but I still couldn't find it.

I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, and I'm still blowing air conditioning.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed a young subway policewoman watching me all the time.

I smiled and said, "Auntie, I only have two dollars left in the subway, and now I've lost another one. Can you lend me one or help me get a ticket? " "oh? Really? " The sharp eyes in her big eyes scanned me up and down and gave me a dirty look, which made my heart tremble.

"Say, cheat money? In addition, we don't allow you to bring changes to our posts. You can try to do it again.

"My heart is cold.

It's really what I think.

The relationship between people is still so cold and tasteless.

No one will lend a helping hand to anyone

I stood there at a loss and said, "Little friend, have you lost your money?" ! Let me help you! ! ! "A loud cry pulled me back.

He is a subway policeman, in his early twenties, with a flat head and his cheeks flushed with cold.

He is looking at me with bright eyes, and I feel as if there is a strong heat flow from his eyes, melting the cold in my heart.

I turned away again. ...

Hurry up and ask for a composition, 500 words of fragrance in a memory. In my memory, there is a warm hand and a bright smile, which will not disappear for a long time under the background of traffic in Ma Rulong.

The city in the night is brightly lit, continuing the excitement and noise during the day.

Small lights from far to near, accompanied by the sound of cars speeding by, once again turned into endless little stars, countless lights connected into a shiny flowing light belt, and the long road was like a bright star system in the sky.

When I was a child, I was particularly afraid of crossing the road. I often stand in the middle of the road and look around timidly.

After countless dangerous crossings, this became my mother's biggest worry.

It happened that I had to cross a busy road on my way to and from school. My mother can't always pick me up and drop me off, but she told me to be careful with a worried face.

The sun is shining, and spring caresses the new green branches with unique tenderness, casting a little shadow and sketching out a wonderful geometric pattern.

I stood on the side of the road and looked at the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going. I gritted my teeth and walked halfway, but I never had the courage to move forward.

I looked around helplessly, and the endless stream of traffic flew past my eyes, leaving only shiny traces.

I stood in the middle of the road at a loss, surrounded by loneliness and fear, like a stranded boat, and passers-by in a hurry did not stop.

I suddenly felt disappointed, even a little desperate. Why didn't anyone come to help a helpless child? A big hand gently holds my hand, which is warm because of hard work.

At that moment, I thought it was dad.

Looking up, it is a young face with gentle eyes like his father; He carefully led me through the endless traffic to a safe side.

Standing on the side of the road, he smiled at me, smiling like a warm spring breeze and shining like the sunshine at the moment.

Be careful when crossing the street next time! A warm current welled up in my heart.

At that moment, I felt warm as spring, as if the sunshine surrounded me, and the warmth in my hands was frozen into a permanent memory.

Sometimes, when I grow up, I will cross the busy road with a tender hand and gently tell them to be careful next time.

I seem to have seen that photo many years ago, in which a young man led a little girl through a busy street.

I don't know if they still have the same picture and the same warmth in their memory after many years, but at least I have it and pass it on.

Many years have passed, and I am no longer afraid to cross the road, but the warmth in my hand still wraps me all the time.

It was a help and concern for a little girl I didn't know; That warmth is kindness, care and fragrance of love!

Ask for a composition, the title is "Fragrance of Love", 600 words, and I am in a hurry. My footsteps have gone through a beautiful and unforgettable childhood.

In the lost time, people around us bathed in the rain and dew of love and enjoyed the fragrance of love.

However, all this stems from the fact that we have a common name and a common home! 1999 101October 30th, and the hope project has been implemented for10 years.

In this 10 year, the people of the whole country extended their caring hands and gave their sincere hearts.

More than 7,500 Hope Primary Schools have been built to help more than 2.2 million dropouts return to colorful campuses.

So that they get the care of "home".

Many children were abandoned by their parents. Although they were unfortunate orphans, they were adopted by the Children's Welfare Institute.

Let them get social attention.

Let them get the care of "home"! We have learned to care about others by listening and looking.

Although this is very ordinary in life, it is this ordinary care that creates extraordinary friendship between people! Let's enjoy each other's growth between heaven and earth; Bathed in the warmth of spring between heaven and earth; Enjoy the beautiful life between heaven and earth! They are all eagles fighting the blue sky and fragrant flowers on fertile soil.

Let us * * * have this "home" of "starting line of success and stopping point of failure"! Let's exchange sincere love for sincere friendship! ! !

The fragrance in the dust, the sunshine in March, climbed the Yang Shulin at the head of the village early. The bright sunshine chases the warm wind, and the soft white clouds float gently in the air, adding some whiteness to the light blue transparent sky.

My father finished breakfast early and squatted at the gate, with a cigarette in his mouth, waiting for me quietly.

The soft sunshine sprinkled on him and dyed his white hair golden.

Seeing me coming out, he immediately threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, shouldered my schoolbag and walked to the village station.

The willows on the bank of the village head pull out new branches and sway in the wind to hold the tail of the sun.

Father walked in front with his schoolbag on his back, leaving a string of footprints behind him.

Sunlight passes through the branches of willow trees and falls on my father, on his increasingly crooked back and on his gray hair.

At this time, a warm current in my heart began to surge and gradually overflowed with bitterness. Looking at the catkins all over the sky, I have an impulse to cry.

When I arrived at the station, my father put down his schoolbag and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"The bus hasn't come yet, wait!" He squatted by the willow tree, lit a cigarette and looked into the distance.

After a long time, the sun was in a hurry before the bus came.

"Dad, it's getting late, you go home.

"My father looked at me and my schoolbag with a frown. After a long time, he said," Well, I'm leaving, so be careful and obedient at school.

"Say, he turned and walked towards the village.

Looking at his back, my tears unconsciously flowed out and my heart was empty.

My father's back faded away. ...

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