We just walked through

We travel Heze, no matter, what others say she is "very broken"

I admit, from college to graduate work, I was ashamed to say that my hometown, the point of inferiority, including the disappointment of the hometown. However, no matter where you go, you can't dismiss the fact that I am a Heze person. Once, I was annoyed by the manager's phrase "from the west". I always thought, "What about the west? We drift in Shandong and even around the country, to live by our own hands to run life, building the motherland. We do not steal or rob, why do we still end up in such a situation?

If, however, you see me in the same way, then we are not just missing out. If you say, go, let's go back to Heze, then, this trip we walked hand in hand.

Born and raised in the countryside, I have never strolled through the city of Heze, not to mention why the peony flowers look. Then, we will travel to Heze together.

Come home with me, don't ask why, I think you know

Walk through two rows of aspens lapped by the boulevard, looking at rows of red brick and yellow tile farm dwellings, through the wheat rolling farm fields, we go home. Although, the home, is not luxuriously decorated. Mom and Dad, and not a literary bachelor, but, that is my home.

I've been picking vegetables with my mother, which I've been doing for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I hope you won't be offended, because I come from this ordinary family, and who can change the past? If we could, then who would put their hopes in the future?

Go see my elementary school, even though it's already full of people.

Let's leave home, shall we walk? I walked the path from the back of the village to the school for six springs, summers, and winters. The only thing that has changed is that I have grown up; the muddy dirt road has turned into a stone-paved highway; the aspens along the roadside have been felled and planted, planted and felled again, and I don't know how many crops they have changed since I was away from home all the time. Anyway, there was never a shortage of them on the roadside.

We walk shoulder to shoulder or back and forth, I just wish that you had accompanied me to elementary school once.

The town's high school was once the source of my entry into a middle school

The road in front of the school has now been modified into a national highway. Vehicles come and go, no longer the year. That junior high school, I used to ride a bicycle on the way home to carry geography, who believes it?

We walked along the canals of the campus, watching the garden's various colors of plump moonflowers bloom. Look at the rows of tiled classrooms, and tell you how I used to fight to get into the best first high school in the county.

Once, recess was full of dusty playgrounds, and I never knew if she had been renovated. I remember, every summer when school started, the first thing we had to do was to take each family's shovel and go to the playground to cut the grass. Once, we lined up with our tools and ran to the playground with great excitement, lime dividing the area as we made the dust fly again.

On winter mornings, the playground was snow-capped, and a few little sparrows hopped on the branches, stretched out their fingers, and wrote: I must get into the first school! The snow melted, and the dream came true.

We went to a middle school, to that village people and even the county people often say "into a middle school, equal to half a college student" place!

We walked around the moat, her sides, there are like Jinan's weeping willow. In summer, you can see the turquoise surface of the river, floating a water plant, if you are lucky, you will see a few fish swimming happily. The weeping willows on both sides of the river sway their clothes in the wind.

The north side of the moat, clearly printed with "** City One", is the place that fills me with fear. To the county's 426 a list of students into the results, three years later, but out of the identity of a specialist, regret a lifetime of nothing more than this.

The school's fence is lined with acacia trees, and I remember that they bloomed extraordinarily well when I received my acceptance letter, and if I had hit my bachelor's degree, I probably wouldn't have felt it was blinding at the time. I've been studying hard for three years, and I've been grieving for one. I want you to know that although I did not go to undergraduate school, in this, I did not forget to work hard.

On the next journey, I can go with you to see your home, your school, everything I have not walked with you. Let's go down the road together, okay? Just like that, walk on...