● Fuyang Zhiyuan Middle School Yang Shu Literature Society Jeff
There is a movie called "In those years, we chased girls together" and a picture book called "Sunflowers planted by time". They are short-lived and fleeting. In those years, the Italian poplars planted in my time will accompany me all my life.
My time, my Yiyang.
Yiyang watched me fall to the ground, babble, toddler, and go to school at the right age. I watched it sprout, float, flourish and wither. We are together day after day, year after year.
Once, I said everything about it. When I was a child, there was no sitcom, no literature and art, only true feelings. Yiyang carries my endless true feelings. When I was a child, if I made a mistake, my grandmother would definitely hold me under the poplar tree in front of the door to reflect. Yiyang became my most sincere partner in reflection. It won't mock me, and it won't mock me. It just stood quietly and honestly. As a listener, I can't be more competent. Yiyang gave me a sense of peace of mind and dependence. I am always heartless. I pour out my grievances, indignation, regret and panic to it. ...
Once, it gave me a little coolness. Summer, afternoon, under the tree, on the table. The summer afternoon in the country is quiet and impetuous. I like to take a nap under the biggest Italian poplar in the hospital. Because the shadow it casts in the yard is too thick. There is a cool breeze blowing from time to time. After a full sleep, I reclined on the mat, shaking my cattail leaf fan and barefoot. Ha, it's cold again!
Once, it gave me infinite warmth and happiness. It is simple, fun and enjoyable for rural children to swing. Two Italian poplars with a moderate distance, a hemp rope with a moderate length and thickness, tied at both ends and swung around. (www..Com) Sitting on the swing, squinting and feeling the swing, as if I were back in infancy, my mother gently laid the basket for me. Yiyang, like my mother, placed me gently. The cool breeze blows from time to time, and my face is always wet, thinking of my mother who left home when I was a child. Yiyang, there is always a way to give me infinite warmth. It won't be sad to have a small partner. Little friends always make you feel high, and there are only "whistling" wind and ringing bells in your ears. Laughter.
The joy in the Italian poplar forest is not only swinging, but also catching cicadas. When my little brother from the village comes, he will take me to catch cicadas again. When I caught a noisy cicada, my little brother had to leave me to play, but there was no sound. Hey hey, stay at home and fry with minced garlic. In summer and during the day, in the Italian poplar forest, sunlight leaks through the cracks in the trees, mottling the land in the forest. One bright and one dark, really like a fairyland. In an instant, the noisy cicada brought you back to reality. In the silent forest, cicadas and laughter are intertwined. On summer nights, cicadas will rest. It is also a lively scene in the Italian poplar forest. Adults used flashlights to find cicada shells and sold them to subsidize their families. The urchin can't give up this good opportunity. Dancing like a bunch of demons, waving flashlights, running around like crazy, chasing me From time to time, the scolding of women teasing children, the laughter of children playing with each other, and the applause of men harvesting Fido came from the Woods ... Yiyang forest has the joy of children and the wealth of adults.
Italian poplars are planted in time! My time, my Yiyang.
(Instructor Li Junshan)