The night in the city is still brightly lit and noisy. As long as it doesn't rain, the square dance aunt must be a place where thunder can't move and occupy the protagonist of the square. Swing her arms and twist her hips neatly with the dance music, which may be the only way for them to communicate synchronously; Young men and women play table tennis and badminton, exercise on the fitness equipment in the park, and some just sit by and watch; Children or groups of people chase each other and enjoy it, or bring their own toys to show their skills in the square. Shiny and novel toys at night always attract a group of children's onlookers and linkage. There are also some sports enthusiasts who want to go for a brisk walk or run after meals. They can always be found flashing during the time period of 18: ~ 2 1: 00, or on the side roads on both sides of the road, or on the green belts along the river. At night, the streets are as busy as during the day. Whether it is a convenience store, a fruit shop or a barbecue stall, there is a busy day.
? Even though the city is so busy, I still miss the nights in the countryside when I was a child. When I was a child, there was no air conditioning in summer nights, and the only old ceiling fan was installed in the hall. In order to increase the coolness of the room, water is sprinkled on the ground several times a day, and the water evaporates into the air with the wind of the electric fan, adding a touch of coolness to the room. In the evening, the whole family will spread the floor on the floor of the hall, or spread mats, pillows and sheets in the yard for the night. If it is still early, some dolls will go to the pond with flashlights to catch frogs and fireflies. Or a group of dolls running around playing hide-and-seek, listening to his neighbor's grandfather telling stories, or bored to count more stars than anyone else, and so on. I didn't feel anything when I was a child, but in retrospect, it's really like a beautiful memory of a lifetime ago. But the gear of time will only move forward, not backward. The simple little beauty of childhood can only remain in the depths of memory and be sealed. Time can never go back, and the quiet and simple rural life is no longer interesting, so people should be grateful for all the good or bad things they encounter in life, because these are special memories and feelings about life. When I was a child, I read Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, and I was particularly envious and eager to meet someone as lucky as him. Now, I think the village I remember as a child is my own peach blossom garden. I read the Chinese textbook Yu when I was a child, and I don't understand why the author is so persistent in finding the ordinary food Yu when he grows up. Now I understand that he is not looking for a meal, he is looking for the taste and feeling of childhood. He just doesn't understand that time is advancing, he is growing and everything around him is changing. It's not that the last bowl of "leftover" tastes bad, but that his mentality and senses are different from those when he was a child and didn't have enough to eat. How can he get back the taste of childhood? It's like an ice cream with the same taste, or a jiaozi made by mom, or a snack you loved when you were a child. When you grow up, you won't feel the same. Because we grow up, we pursue different things, and the external factors that can make us excited are different. So don't regret what you lost in the past, but cherish what you have now, because what you have now will be lost one day. Doesn't mean you have to be sad if you lose. Maybe you will have more things in the future, but you will never get back the little fun you once had. For example, when you were a child, you seldom ate meat and wore new clothes. When you get it, you will be very excited. Now, when you become an ordinary thing, you will never find the original happiness again.
The title is a bit far-fetched, which deviates from my original intention of writing about scenery! (Ha ha, I'm embarrassed to smile) Look at me trying to pull my thoughts back. (Lala, anyway, she is also a free editor, hee hee)
Summer night is so quiet, like a little doll lying in her mother's arms listening to a story. The stars in the sky are twinkling, so cute. My favorite is the full moon on the horizon, and the bright moonlight is gently reflected on the water. At this time, the moonlight is like water, sparkling, because it has been integrated with water, and the static shadow sinks into the wall. At this time, people who are enjoying the moon must be happy. Looking at the harmonious beauty of moonlight and water, memory seems to open the time channel and instantly return to the intoxicating summer night when I was a child.