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Fatigue attacks us; The bumps accompanied us to sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I can see the boundless sea under the blue sky in Wan Li, and see naughty waves washing the rocks on the shore. Although people have been sitting on the bus home, they are still intoxicated in the beautiful cave. Memories, memories, and shots of a few hours ago appeared in front of my eyes one after another, and I realized what an endless aftertaste was. ...

Go excitedly

It's incredible that I got up around 4 o'clock today. He always likes to sleep late. After washing, eating breakfast, carrying bags of food prepared last night, I, my brother, my mother, my cousin, my uncle, a family of eight people, "marched" into the hole.

It's a long way. Along the way, one took a bus and the other took a taxi: one took the road and the other took expressway. We are finally getting closer and closer to the cave head. Cars gallop on the bridge leading to Dongtou, just like horses galloping on the Yuan Ye. It was here that I first saw the sea.

The wind blew in through the half-open window and messed up my hair. Ah, the wind seems to be mixed with the unique salty taste of the sea breeze, and the majestic sound of the roaring sea can be faintly heard in the whirring. All this made me think. I thought of Tom Zhang's The Sea, Two Wan Li under the Sea, and even Robinson Crusoe ... These are the reasons and results that can't wait.

We enter the shallow gate, drill the deep gate and cross the champion bridge. Finally, we arrived at our destination.

Ornamental xiandieyan

Xiandie Rock, as its name implies, is famous for its peculiar rock. We bought tickets and entered the scenic spot. We really feasted our eyes this time! It is not surprising to say that Xiandie Rock stands on the cliff by the sea. Look, if you look carefully, you will find that it is made up of three rocks. Strange to say, the contact area of these three stones decreases from top to bottom, which makes people feel that he will "fall apart" as soon as the breeze blows. What's more, the stone next to her that looks like it is about to fall is still pressing it ... which really makes me gasp.

"Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different." Later, when we looked at it from a distance, we found another charm. From a distance, it looks like a doll looking at the sea. Stop talking. The body is the same, even the eyes and mouth look realistic. Haha, maybe this person is afraid of heights occasionally. Seeing the rough sea below, he "collapsed" and tottered!

Huanle seaside bath

At noon, the sun became more "enthusiastic" like us. After wolfing down some snacks, we will go swimming on the beach in Dasha 'ao Scenic Area!

We changed our swimsuits and brought lifebuoys, and all eight people went into the water. The water here is not as blue as expected, probably because the recent weather is as turbid as the water in the Yellow River. However, the sea was surprisingly salty, and I choked, almost salty to my ears.

Stepping on the soft beach, the sea plays under your feet, bringing you coolness. Wave after wave, as if challenging you. I dare not go deep, for fear of choking. Look at the distance. My uncle and those boys are swimming there. A big wave drowned them, and they all fell into the water, even the lifebuoy was blown away. However, before he came to his senses, another big wave came ... I, a bystander, really sweated for them, but they screamed cheekily. ...

I'm really tired after playing all day. Close your eyes and fall asleep. I dreamed of the sea, its vastness, its turbulent waves, its surfing rocks, its breezy sea breeze and salty sea water.

The aftertaste is a happy aftertaste. The door opened in the sea of pain. Inside and outside, the world is different. Laughter was locked in the door, and I was blocked out alone. Life is like a calculator, endlessly checking the endless pi. When the soft sunshine in spring shoots into my pupil like a sword, I find that the snowy winter has passed. But I didn't feel the slightest warmth, or even the subtle heat like hair. I don't know if time is too fast and I am too slow, or if my heart is frozen like ice? Put yourself in the strong sunshine, I don't know if it will melt. I only feel that this feeling of mixing cold and warm is like flying snow whistling on the equator, dancing at me and laughing at me. I have no other hobbies, but I have always had a soft spot for dreams. The world in the dream, the people in the dream, the dream is always a safe haven when I don't want to face the reality. I know that even if the whole world betrays me one day, I can still fall asleep in my dream until the sun rises again in my heart. Every evening, I can't help laughing at myself when I watch the evil beauty of the western sun fall in a dark red. Even if the sun is bright and dazzling during the day, when the breeze blows at night, it will eventually become dark and bright, slowly die, and finally be swallowed up by darkness. If light overcomes darkness, then at this moment, it is darkness that suppresses light. Immerse yourself in the last light of the sunset and watch it struggle painfully on the horizon. There is only one truth about the sun, and it is even more true that the sun is always lonely! Just like the sun, behind the brilliant beauty is endless pain, and behind me who writes happily is well hidden and mixed with sad tears. I know my personality. I always pull it from the Himalayas to the Nile. So did I pull from aftertaste to sadness? But I know that it is inevitable to be sad to mention the aftertaste. Sadness is not so much a supporting role in the aftertaste, but it has usurped the host's role. It is like a transparent water curtain, but not everyone can see it clearly. I remember Jing M.Guo wrote in the postscript of "Fantasy City" that I always believe that children who dabble in literature will never be happy. Their happiness is scattered in an unknown place, just like naughty children wandering around the sun until dawn and still refusing to go home ... I believe this sentence, just as I believe that the earth goes around the sun. Insomnia at night is the best time to use the aftertaste. In my dream, the wind blows the wind chimes, pulling me and falling into the aftertaste. In the aftertaste, every smiling face is the clearest, as pure as the first snowflake in January. At that time, I didn't know how to hurt, and I didn't know how to hurt. The dull little happiness shone around me like starlight. No feelings, no worries, no thoughts, no pain. In the fragmented memento mori, only dazzling sunshine and happy innocence are like the wind on a large leaf covered with bluebells, flying around in the embrace of the blue sky, and the hazy golden color is covered with the leaves. This indelible picture has been in front of our eyes. The more I miss it, the sadder it gets. It is like a sharp knife, which engraves the same mark in my heart every night. That knife will never be dull, so it will be engraved and engraved until one day the blood drowns the blade and it can't be engraved any more. I know the aftertaste is always accompanied by sadness, as immortal as the inscription on the monument to the people's heroes … or. . . The beautiful aftertaste of the past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only a beautiful aftertaste ... I thought of spring, the season of birds singing and flowers singing. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality? I recall summer and see the new green season. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I miss autumn, there is a harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I miss winter, full of warm seasons. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time? I look back on the past and look forward to the future spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me a more beautiful aftertaste! Or ... . The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are carefully depicted. A good aftertaste can bring us a lot of warmth and emotion. When I was bored at home that day, I picked up a book and occasionally saw an article called Kissing the Little Witch, which opened the inner lock and released those long-forgotten memories. The article tells the story of a little girl who firmly believes that witches exist in the world and stubbornly thinks she is a witch. Before school, she lived happily in a simple witch world. However, she grew up gradually. In order to be admitted to a key school, she had to do a lot of exercises and attend various cram schools, and her witch world was shattered. How I look like the little girl in the story, I think I am a little witch. My mother said that when I was a child, I was generous and quiet, and I smiled shallowly, not as heartless as Sister Zhen next door. Where did she know that? I did this to keep the witch noble and mysterious. I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, one morning when I arrived at the school gate, a classmate forgot to wear a red scarf and was stopped by Zhou Sheng who was in a hurry. This is a good chance for my little witch to perform magic tricks. Can you miss it? That classmate saw me and rushed over: "Little witch, I forgot to wear a red scarf!" " ""Don't worry, close your eyes. I will take your red scarf away from home by magic. " I pretended to say a spell: "Shh, shh, red scarf, show up at once!" " "When the classmate opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some commonly used things in my schoolbag and "change" them for anyone who needs them. At that time, I thought that I needed constant practice to really do magic. But as I grew older, my witch world disappeared. Looking back on that wonderful time, I was so naive and naive. I am bathed in happy sunshine every day. I used my "magic" to help my classmates and felt extremely happy. I wish my witch world could shine again. You may recall it. Of course, I am no exception. It was an early summer evening, and I was walking aimlessly on a quiet path alone. Suddenly, a little boy caught my attention. He is black, like a piece of charcoal. Looking at him, curiosity drove me to have a look. "Little brother, what are you looking for? Brother helps you! " "My key disappeared in the blink of an eye. My parents are getting off work soon. I have to go back and cook!" As he spoke, two tears as big as beans fell. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and ran back. "That's it!" I came to him panting. "Thank you, big brother. My name is Xiao Hu. Come to my house. " Before I came to my senses, he had dragged me to his house. "Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" I asked humorously, "No, big brother, you are so good, how can you be a bad person?" Seeing his positive expression, I can't help feeling ashamed. "I kicked your key into the river." I faltered. "My dad said that only mistakes can be changed. It's a good baby!" In this way, we met. In this way, we became best friends. Later, we often played together. However, I didn't last long. After spending a month together, he said that he would move back to his hometown. In this way, we never met again. I remember when we left, he said, "Brother, we will meet again, right?" "Well, we will." Although we never met again, our friendship didn't end. I learned a lot during the month with him. That was the best aftertaste of my life. I still remember it. Time is like a song. Six years of primary school life is like yesterday's cloud. It's beautiful. Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-my teacher, my classmates, my classroom and my desk have gone through all the hardships, which makes me unforgettable: they have accompanied me in primary school for six years. No matter the ups and downs in six years, or saying goodbye to my classmates affectionately on graduation day, I walked out of the school gate and my legs were filled with lead: goodbye to my alma mater! The tug-of-war competition in grade six made me realize the true feelings between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I clearly remember that day-65438+February 5, when I first entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Four words are written on the blackboard: unite as one. Students' cheeks are like tomatoes-their blood is boiling. I understand that all this is caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames". When it was announced to go to the playground, everyone got up and ran to the playground with "brushes", and then the first game was the tug-of-war competition that our women's team had been waiting for for a long time. There is an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering prize. The teacher's expectation of us has become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to win the first prize. "Shh-"The whistle sounded and we were ready. Everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered for us loudly, and the students of Class 605 also cheered for us. Rope, rope, you have to fight for our breath! Teachers and students are exhausted, we must win! What a "God helps those who help themselves"! We finally won the first game. The next game, the most important one, became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually called us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and a thousand words turned into tears. Thinking of the unforgettable six-year primary school life, I can't help asking my former teachers and classmates; You guys okay? There are many beautiful aftertaste in life, which are like pearls shining on the beach, so you can pick them up and chew them carefully from time to time. At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time. There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day when I left my alma mater: it was raining and I was wandering around the campus alone with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded. Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place. The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On that playground, we left the passion when we held the school sports meeting. The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left quietly, just as I came gently." In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left. Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon? I suspect: it is the sunshine that comes and goes quietly in our daily casual; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely. My alma mater is my glass shell. I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible. Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony. In this way, I left. Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and I can't come back. ...

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