Without me
I suddenly remembered a report I read many years ago, which told a story about a famous photographer who died accidentally in order to take photos. When the whole country was admiring his dedication and his masterpiece, his old father was alone in a small alley in Shanghai, crying bitterly. He wanted his son, not to be successful or famous, but to have flesh and blood. Standing in front of him, talking and laughing.
When I was young, I could not understand this feeling. I just wanted to study hard and become successful. My parents would be proud of me, even if it cost me my life. Therefore, every time I saw some great figures on TV who died more than Mount Tai, I would be inexplicably excited. Now, the more I grew up, the more I realized that I was so afraid of death that I would even wear a seat belt when taking a bus. Even though people in the bus laughed at me, I was afraid that if one day I could not go home, how would my parents face my departure? What kind of mood will continue to live without me. To many people, I am not important at all, but to some people, I am everything. Without me, life is meaningless.
I used to feel heartache for those distant sadness, but I will find joy again in another little joke. In fact, the deep pain depicted between the lines has deeply happened to some people. I need to learn to be grateful that I am just a spectator, and I don't have to experience the pain that just seems unacceptable. Once I went home and asked my mother, you have no dreams in this life, in fact, I want to, while my mother is still young, and then take my mother to chase a dream, my mother thought for a long time, just said, family health is enough, ask again, have no other dreams. Simple and stubborn dream, within reach can be realized, as long as I in peacetime more exercise, less illness, more happy, parents will smooth a few wrinkles, a few white hair.
Maybe I will be so plain life, in a small circle when a real person, rather than things, dignified and healthy life.
Because I love that land love deep
High school is the most looking forward to university, because university has a lot of time, can carry the bag to travel, see the autumn water, the sky together, taste tea, food drunk very. The beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland are all at my feet. The space microblog is full of my travel notes, and the comments are full of everyone's admiration and amazement.
And when I actually went to college, I actually went on trips, only twice. One is to go to the Phoenix with his best friend, arranged a three-day trip, the first two days are very compact, the majority of the scenic spots have played all over, no rest, meal is almost no time to eat, and the last day, idle, two people in the Tuojiang River soaking foot in the afternoon, swaying the splash, until the shadow of the sunset across the town, did not pick up the flip-flop, to the bus. The next time I went to Shimokawa Island with my sister for one day and one night. In order to watch the sunrise, I ate and slept early, but I missed the beautiful scenery of the sunset. The next morning, I overslept again.
Every time I see the beautiful pictures, I always think that in the future, when I have saved enough money, I will definitely go on a trip on my back. I will bring only two cotton clothes and a few books. Like Rousseau, I will find that beautiful place, find a village and do nothing but read books, see the scenery, think, eat and sleep.
However, it never happened until I graduated, graduation trip to Guilin, played for two days, because of the rain, even couldn't swim the Lijiang River, but the rain Guilin is also very beautiful, wearing a yellow raincoat in the falling rain taste hazy hills. Impressed is that Guilin in the morning, as if the beauty of makeup, makeup, tired to take a batch of a batch of passers-by.
Only now do I realize that all I think about is the life I lived as a child. I grew up in the mountain town, surrounded by rolling mountains, waterfalls, game, fresh wind, water to be bowed anywhere, no computer, no mobile phone, no radiation, but there are old people chatting in the shade after dinner, there are the first three customers in the card hall, there are just playing in the hillside covered in mud children, And the big yellow dog dozing in the afternoon sun, chained to the front of the yard.
I can not help but see the light of day, the original I dream of romance is the greasy days of childhood, I think maybe not travel, just back to the place where I grew up, again embrace the beautiful land.
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