Appreciation of Cheng Nan's Old Dream Prose

The clear sky says that our flower season is like rainy season. Cheng Nan's old dream composition 1600 words. The smell of humidity permeated our whole fourteen years old. -inscription

A man is retrograde on a mossy stone road. This moment may be the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom or when roses are dying, but there is a flower in my heart that is no longer gorgeous and tears fall all over the floor, so I mistake the flower season for the rainy season.

At the age of fourteen, the pain of looking up is that there are some young and ignorant mistakes, wrong people, wrong hearts, and wrong past their own post stations. I always thought that the sadness in my fourteen-year-old life could not be explained to anyone. Singing the song of youth was a word that was not written by anyone. Until an unforgettable person in life brings an unforgettable story.

God brought her in the rainy season in my mind. Maybe the soul of the past has no home to return to, maybe the scene of the past has never been so surprising, but I don't know that God will really give me a girl who can give me happiness.

If we are not friends, how many wonderful things will we miss? We should be happy girls, shouldn't we?

One.

The fourteen-year-old sky has too many edges and corners, and the bound heart has been longing for freedom, hoping that the next rainstorm in the sky can wash away the dust on the edges and corners of the sky. The city lights, like laughing, are on all night. Noisy, hypocrisy, and aversion to the world make the mind tired.

Mother said that the sky in Cheng Nan was quiet, with blue curtains and occasional clouds. All sadness will become a cloud in the sky, drifting away with the wind.

During the summer vacation, my mother and I went to Cheng Nan. The train has been running for a day and a night, and I don't know how far it is or where it stops. Along the way, from the eyeful factories to the endless fields, you can see the dreamy blue sky and picturesque large fruit forests from the fields.

Mom said, here we are, the terminal.

This is Cheng Nan, a treasure land inlaid with blue and green.

Second,

Cheng Nan is a small town called Cheng Nan. This town is a bit old. Next to the two streets paved with stone slabs, there are vendors everywhere. Most of them sell chlorophytum and cherry blossoms.

My mother and I live in a house called Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li has a bad temper and is a greedy advocate. When mom gave money, she gave us her present room with a smile, but she never told us not to get dirty.

Mrs. Li has more than thirty trees in the fields in the town. Plums and peaches have everything. I occasionally have dinner with my mother and go for a walk in the country. Looking at those plums hanging on the tree is really mouth watering. I went to pick it for a while, but Mrs. Li caught me red-handed and fined me ten yuan each.

I finally learned my lesson.

Third,

Before I came, I borrowed a camera from Miss Zhao. I fell in love with the scenery of Nanjing-blue sky, floating white clouds, all kinds of flowers and pieces of fruit trees. For the first time, I felt that the sky at the age of 14 could be so beautiful, and I fell in love with photography and liked to shoot things from different angles.

"This angle reflects the scattered flower injury. You should shoot from a 30-degree angle to show the last sadness of the withered flowers more vividly. The composition of the second grade is "Cheng Nan's Old Dream Composition 1600 Words".

At this moment, I was patting a withered rose, and a harsh voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw a girl of the same age wearing a straw hat. A professional and serious look told me that I was even red with a camera.

This summer is so beautiful, so regular and so special. I met such a lovely girl in this beautiful town. She likes photography and practical jokes. She has a beautiful name-clear sky.

I am not familiar with the name of the small town, and the clear sky will accompany me for the rest of my life. She is not a docile girl, she takes me to climb trees; Pinch the sunshine on the tree, and she took me to steal the fruit of Mrs. Li's house. She also took me to Gua Tian to step on other people's ripe melons.

After doing these "bad things", we ran like crazy, ran to the back of the wall yard to catch our breath and looked at each other smirking. In this process, the sky never faded its blue. . . . . .

Third,

My mother saw me happy and allowed me to study in a small town and go back to the city alone. I still live in Mrs. Li's house. My mother gave Mrs Ali a lot of money before she left and told her to take good care of me. Mrs. Li smiled rudely from ear to ear and recited "good"

The clear sky has always been as active as a sparrow. I was by her side, watching her smile silently, and my heart was equally satisfied and happy.

The junior high school in the town is very small, with only two classes in one grade. Clear sky and I go to school together, have classes together, and are in the same class. Always carefree.

I don't know what day it is today, but the expression on the clear sky is the saddest I have ever seen. She said to me, "Jiang Mumu, do you think our flower season is like the rainy season, and the wet smell permeates our fourteen-year-old children?"

It rained a little in the town that day, and I walked with her without talking. That day, she became a homeless child. Her parents' divorce was a great sorrow in her flower season.

Clear sky is a happy child, isn't it? She will be happy in the future.

A boy from the city was transferred to this class. White skin and clean shirt. Introduce yourself in authentic Mandarin: "My name is Jintang, and I come from No.1 Middle School."

I know, it's the best junior high school in the city.

I have been touching the traces left by yesterday's walk. But yesterday is always yesterday. No matter how I struggle in my memory, I will never see that happy little clear sky again.

The clear sky likes to walk alone, and the slender figure is pulled by the sunset on the way to school. I followed her like this, wanting to touch, but afraid of being burned.

Perhaps after a long time, the memory I spent in Cheng Nan always lingered in my mind, so I wrote a poem on a sleepless night. About a girl, about a happy and lonely girl. I wrote how sweet her smile was and how lonely her back was. I wrote that time flies and that girl may have left Cheng Nan in my memory.

I noticed some small details. For example, in a clear sky, a person will raise his head after burying his head in tears, dry his tears hard, and then force a smile; For example, she likes to go to the photo studio in the town to take big photos; For example, she bought a big flowered skirt; For example, she likes to curl her hair.

She will put a big red apple on that messy table; After everyone leaves, she will clean up the messy table.

I see, it's a scene where a girl has a crush on a boy. But those nights, I often followed her. Where she shed tears, I approached and touched it once, and then shed tears for a girl.

I often see a big red apple in my desk box. Many times, I think that apple is exactly the same as the apple on the table under a clear sky. He gave me an elusive smile when I saw Jintang occasionally. I don't know what to do.

In my memory, the sky in Cheng Nan is always blue. Maybe it's because the weather was fine on the day I came and the day I left, and the sky was as beautiful as blue. I know I can't stay in this town any longer. My mother bought me a round-trip ticket and came to Cheng Nan to meet me.

No one came to see me off, and the platform was so deserted. The only thing that surprised me that day was that Mrs. Li gave me a jar of honey and told me to take good care of it. Then, I found two notes in my backpack. One said: Can't you go back? Jiang Mumu.

One wrote: Can you wait for me in the city? ramparts of metals and a moat of boiling water―impregnable city

I finally burst into tears, but some memories had to be given up.

So, of these two pieces of paper, I threw one in the ground and the other on my way back.

However, tears flowed out, but they were quickly dried.

Goodbye, Cheng Nan. Goodbye, old dreams.

The next day: Liang Fei