When the tide of time is surging on the deserted beach, I am still singing on the rocks on the shore.
Let the dumb sound cross the ocean, and I am still waiting for the flowers to bloom on the rocks on the shore.
Memories Memories are so beautiful.
I remember there were three peach trees in front of the old house. Branches are not luxuriant, branches are twisted, and bark is cracked into dark wrinkles. I always like to sit on a stool and climb to the tree, pick a few tender peaches, wipe them casually with my hands and put them in my mouth. At this time, my brother always fell from the sky like a unlucky man, took the small fruit from my hand, mourned my little life strangled in the cradle first, and then carried out some unsanitary behavior about me as a girl? Approved holes and forests? Type of education, and finally complete their ultimate mission? Report to the court. After that, I always have a candlelight conversation with my parents.
I remember that when I was a child, I always liked to hide in the corner of the fence, pricked up my ears, heard footsteps approaching, guessed that someone was coming in front, and suddenly jumped out, accompanied by some strange screams. Moreover, my luck has always been bad, and I often scare people who shouldn't be scared, such as my mother. Then stand in the corner and twist your ears.
In my memory, the sky is blue, like a diluted sea. The clouds are very white, like a gap in the drawing paper.
The rain in my memory is very gentle, the antique old brick house, a river flowing in front of my door, several seemingly vicissitudes of peach trees, and the paper tent boat that my brother taught me to fold. I thought this was Jiangnan.
Light? I knew it was sunshine then.
I am like a passer-by, lost in the forest of time, wandering for a long time, only to find that I grew up unconsciously.
I grew up inevitably.
So I have to look at myself in the mirror again and imagine myself as a free sunshine. I hope that one day, like sunshine, I can reach all the places I can reach, chase the sky and see the real Jiangnan.
Warm? Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
I dream that one day I can have the same temperature and brightness as sunlight.
I want to go far away to a strange town, listen to their stories and sing their songs. I used my camera to record the scenery along the way, taking pictures of distant mountains, green water, men wiping sweat and girls planting flowers. Just don't shoot yourself, because I have been walking.
I can't stay anywhere.
The world is an ocean, with countless algae, like the hair hanging down from a woman who washes her hair. I can be a fish or a water molecule.
I have the most complete freedom to float to the sea and hold hands with the sunshine.
The world in my memory, sunny not fade away. I stood on the edge of the sea and watched until spring bloomed.