Write a composition with "one meter sunshine"

Nayimi Sunshine September Qiantang River

The tide has receded, leaving a warm and humid beach washed by the river. Without boats, the river seems very calm, reflecting the sunset glow, laying a string of tiny golden ripples and slowly rippling away, just like a cheerful and elegant dance.

The sun has gone into the clouds, only a touch of Xia Hong is lightly sprinkled on this land, and everything is covered with a layer of fuzzy resplendent colors. Ouyang Lin stood by the river, looking at the river that has been far away until Tianshui meets.

I seem to be used to it. I come to the river every afternoon, but as the sun sets, I don't say a word.

When the last afterglow of the sunset disappeared at the water junction that day, sparse lights lit up by the river. The evening breeze by the river is a little strong, and it only takes a moment to blow away all the heat in summer. There are more people walking along the river to enjoy the cool. An old man's voice said, "I'm afraid autumn will come soon."

"Someone jumped into the river." After a scream, several young men jumped into the river together and swam to the jumper. Many people gathered by the river. Like cooking a pot of porridge, I suddenly screamed and talked about it.

On the dim river under the cover of night, several young people shouted and fluttered. More and more people took part in the rescue. People began to throw ropes by the river, and more and more lights were projected on the river.

When the man was fished out, the ambulance and the police car arrived almost at the same time. After a while, the ambulance roared away with the wounded. At the moment when the headlights swept, he saw clearly that it was a woman.

The police set up a cordon and began to investigate and collect evidence at the scene of professional incidents. The reporter also had a warm interview, and the flashlight shone on the river like day.

Ouyang Lin looked at all this indifferently. There is almost no contact.

Got a call from cicada at noon, and Ouyang Lin dragged her tired body back to the rented hut from the talent market. It's a private house of about 10 square meters, with a bed and a table and nothing else. The walls separated by inferior wooden boards show mottled marks. The windows were covered with cobwebs, and giant spiders were busy shuttling back and forth. The midday sun seems to have evaporated all the water on him. Like a fish jumping on the shore, he collapsed on that hard bed. A ceiling fan on the roof rotates slowly and hardly moves a trace of air.

The ringing of the telephone pulled him back from a state of shock and grabbed the phone. "Hello, who is this?" The voice seemed to float from the horizon, so weak that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Ouyang, it's me, cicada."

"It's you," he said, propping himself up on the bed. "Why did you think of calling me?"

"Where are you?"

"I am in Hangzhou." Ouyang paused and said.

"You're back, do you know how many people are worried about you? Still put us in your heart? " Cicada said, her voice gradually choked up.

"Don't cry, I just want to be alone, it doesn't matter. Speaking of Shenzhen, I really can't let go. " Ouyang Lin said.

"I will go back to Shenzhen at the weekend," Ouyang Lin said.

After a little relaxation, Ouyang Lin remembered the days in Hangzhou in the past six months. In a word, it can only be bitter. It turned out that he had been fantasizing about forgetting those unforgettable pains in a strange city, and the result turned out to be so embarrassing. Helpless to stay in this city, the pain in my heart has not decreased at all, but it has increased a lot of loneliness and helplessness. Even the occasional comfort is so far away that it is almost illusory.

Running around the talent market every day is a compulsory course for Ouyang Lin to come to Hangzhou for so many days. That shabby low-rise building actually carries the expectation and loss, excitement and sadness of millions of people. Those who found new jobs fled the building, while those who didn't, but they had no choice but to come early the next day. He couldn't help but think of the overpopulation mentioned in the economics textbook and shook his head in dismay.

Ouyang Lin is one of them. He sends resumes to different positions every day, and different people say different things every day, but the purpose is the same.

"Sorry, your work experience doesn't match our position."

"Sorry, we need a full-time undergraduate course, and your education is not enough."

"I'm very sorry, our company requires five years of work experience in the same position. Let's think about it first. Wait for the call. "

Ouyang Lin's name is Tang, and we met in the talent market. This is not a romantic encounter, but we just look at each other while appreciating each other. Later, I learned that she just broke up with her boyfriend and was fired by the company. At the most vulnerable time, they found each other's comfort. Think of her, the in the mind somewhat inexplicable regrets.

The alley next to the residence is a shallow and narrow river, and a classical stone bridge spans it, never deliberately highlighting the unique exquisiteness of Jiangnan cities. Tang is sitting on the overpass at the other end of the teahouse, wearing a light green dress. Flying hair is tied at random in the back of the head, which is as unique and round as a bun. That kind of green is as simple as bamboo in the corner but unconventional.

"Ouyang, here." Don shouted at the wave.

"You don't look so good. Are you all right these two days? " Before Ouyang Lin sat down, she went on to say.

Ouyang Lin smiled faintly and said, "Nothing, I'm a little tired these days."

Tang Wenyi looked at Ouyang Lin's face with concern. "How was work?" Handed a cup of tea, turned to the waiter and said, "Let's do it ourselves."

"This is this year's Longjing? Delicious. " Ouyang Lin took a sip of tea and said. "Literature and art, not to mention work, let's talk about it today."

Don sat up straight with a cute face and said, "Well, I'm not all ears."

Ouyang Lin said: "I often wonder how I got here these days. Actually, thanks to knowing you, I have been able to stay in this strange city until now. As you know, I ran out of Shenzhen for that lifeless relationship. I thought that when I came to such a brand-new environment, I would forget the pain and be myself again. But it turns out I can't. The more you want to forget, the deeper you remember. In fact, I now doubt whether it is worthwhile to do so. Since you have chosen to give up, there is no need to escape. "

Don fiddled with his little finger and said, "What are you talking about? It's all over, don't mention it again. Everyone has some past that seems unforgettable. It would be better not to think about it. I hope to have a new beginning, as I said when I first met you. Here, you have many important things to do, so you have no time to think about others. Is this not good? "

Ouyang Lin dare not look into Tang's eyes. In the past six months or so, he has known each other very well. It's a lie to say that he doesn't feel it. Ouyang Lin turned slightly to the carved window and said, "Literature and art, when I left in despair, I gave up too many things, not just feelings. There is still a lot of unfinished business. Do you think it's time for them to come back? "

Tang raised his beautiful and reserved eyes and said lightly, "Are you going back?"

Ouyang Lin said: "Yes, we can help each other these days. Although we didn't get out of the haze, we walked on this road together. Of course, they are also comforting each other. I am very touched by these. "

There is something more crystal clear in Tang's eyes, as if it would fall off at a touch. She said, "Ouyang, we shouldn't talk about this. If we do it, I should thank you even more. When I was sick, didn't you stay with me in the hospital for half a month and didn't go home to rest for a day? "

Thinking of the days in the hospital, Ouyang smiled gently.

Don went on to say, "Although we are good friends, can I stop you from leaving?"? Just ... "Words don't say that finish, but gently sobbed.

Take out a piece of paper towel and gently wipe that beautiful and flawless face. Ouyang Lin has an unspeakable taste in his heart. Clear tears scattered on the paper towel.

"You have decided, and I know. Ok, I am going back. " Tang said and stood up. I couldn't help shaking and almost fell down.

Ouyang Lin held her shoulder and said softly, "I'll see you off."

Like water, the moon has hung in mid-air, sprinkling its light on the tree by the river, and two people are walking slowly under the tree. Quiet and serene, but I don't know, there is a little more sadness. Parting is always a little sad, even if sometimes you are just a spectator.

"Ouyang, do you think we will fall in love without these things?" Don asked.

"Literature and art, without these things, do you think we will fall in love?" Ouyang Lin replied like this.

Two people glances, soon separated, as if to get an electric shock. Then everyone laughed softly. With a little bitterness.

Turning into another alley, Tang Wenyi said, "Here I am, thank you."

The eyes stayed for three seconds at this moment, and no one wanted to move each other first. I can only hear each other's heartbeats. In a flash of crackle, they hugged each other tightly. Tang gently closed his eyes, slightly lifted his neck and slightly opened his soft lips. It's like the moment when melons ripen.

A warm kiss replaced everything at this time, and everything in this world is no longer important. Only each other, real and sweet. What you can't say comes from the tip of your tongue. Time is frozen in this painting, and only countless tiny stars are flashing in distant places.

Reason overcame sensibility, and Tang pushed Ouyang Lin away and said goodbye in a hurry. Close the door, shut each other in two untouchable worlds, and close a room full of Leng Yue and melancholy. The passage to each other's hearts just opened a small mouth and suddenly closed. No one dares to try whether their small space can accommodate each other. She knew very well what would happen if she didn't close the door, and didn't dare to think what would happen. Losing my soul, I forgot to cry.

The next day's daily newspaper was headlined by what happened by the Qiantang River last night.

"A woman fell into the water in Qiantang River yesterday" At 7 o'clock in the afternoon on the 22nd, a woman fell into the water at the intersection of Qiantang River. After being rescued, he died on the way to the hospital because he drowned for too long. The police blocked the scene and actively launched an investigation. It was initially determined that the woman's feelings broke down and she threw herself into the river ... "

Another person who gave up because of feelings, Ouyang Lin couldn't help but pinch the newspaper in his hand. "It's a good thing it's not Don," he thought. Recalling the moment when the headlights shone on a woman's face, her merciless expression lingered. Why, she will be so firm, so peaceful, so desperate?

We are all born of love. When the soul of love disappears from the body, only an empty shell can walk. When love dies, does life become redundant, but why are you still alive? Ouyang Lin doesn't want to talk anymore. This is a question that he can't answer. Because love, after all, is only a strong but not lasting thing. After heating to boiling point, it can only be cooled slowly or dried.

This is neither the beginning nor the end. Some people start from here and some people arrive here. One by one in a hurry, look sad. So the railway station is always a busy place. Parting and reunion, sadness and excitement, tears and smiles are constantly staged. Life keeps crossing here, but I don't know where we will go next.

Tang Wenyi called Ouyang Lin and said he couldn't come to see him off.

Ouyang Lin put the crumpled newspaper in his bag, and he decided to take it away. There is no reason, let alone why.

The K256 long-distance train from Hangzhou to Shenzhen leaves at 6: 45, and the display in the waiting room is normal. Ouyang Lin looked at his watch. It was six o'clock. He got off at six o'clock six months ago in this city. Six months later, he got on the bus from here. I came alone, full of melancholy, and left alone, full of melancholy, a little more declining.

Life is like a long journey. We keep walking on the road, but we forget to appreciate the scenery along the way. Occasionally stick your head out of the window, just to breathe the polluted air in the carriage. The splendor that flashed all the way turned into ignorance in repeated misses. On the road of life, we will eventually return to the original starting point and return to the original point.

6: 15。 Say goodbye to this city? Or someone who said goodbye to the city? Ouyang Lin doesn't know. Messy thoughts mixed with a trace of anxiety, in this morning, the morning of leaving. He strolled slowly to the window. The sun has not yet risen. At the intersection, cars pass by. It's already so busy. As usual, yes, the city is as beautiful as expected, but it doesn't care about its coming and going.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the station and a girl in a light green dress appeared. Looking at it in a hurry, the lily in his hand is red and white against the street lamp. From the moment her feet landed, Ouyang Lin was sure it was Tang. Only at that moment, the anxiety of this morning disappeared without a trace.

Here she comes, with lilies.

Trembling, Tang gave a cry, and three seconds later came her urgent voice: "Ouyang, where are you?" I am at the entrance of the station. "

"Literature and art are really you." He almost cried.

Don and looked up at each other. In the noise around each other on the phone, I clearly heard those two hearts beating so violently.

The voice on the radio said, "The K256 train from Hangzhou to Shenzhen is about to leave. Please check in quickly and get on the bus from platform 5. "

Glittering tears fell on the bright lily, as clear as dew. On that windy morning, Tang wore a light green dress and floated in the wind, swinging back and forth like grass.

Ouyang Lin turned around and burst into tears at that moment. "Take care, Wen Yi." He said.

The other end of Tang didn't speak, but there was a gentle cry.

The melodious bell of Lin Yin Temple; West Lake broken bridge; The antique red building on Jiefang Road; Life relief of Songshan Academy. At this time, everything comes to mind and becomes confused in tears.

"Du ... Du (surname) ... Du ..." The busy tone of the telephone was accompanied by the whistle of the train, and the dust settled.

The sun rises in the early morning and shines on the train glass. Reflect the earth, falling lilies.