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My uncle is getting married, and I found out a few days ago. Today is the day when my uncle held a banquet at the Tangxia Hotel, putting on his favorite clothes in front of the dressing mirror, and dressed up beautifully. At noon, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and it began to rain.

Mom and Dad packed their things and got ready to get in the car and go to the hotel for the banquet. When I went out, my mother said to me, "Yicheng, it's inconvenient on a rainy day, so you better stay at home."

Yes? I'm all dressed up, why don't you let me go? Oh, little ones, be obedient, stay at home.

After Mom finished speaking, she opened the car door and got in. For the first time, I stood at the window and watched my father's car go away in the rain through the glass, and I felt sad in my heart. The house is deserted, only the rain outside the window is very lively, and it is dripping and dripping.

I turned on the TV in boredom, and there was a lot of traffic on the TV, but I didn't think there was anything good about it. I walked to my mother's room, turned on the computer, and found a ** to play a small game. It's been a long time since I've played a computer game, and I'm quickly relieved of my sad emotions.

Hour by hour passed. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my mother saw that I was playing a game, and scolded me loudly, saying, "Why don't you go and do your homework, this kid knows how ......to play and play."I looked up at my mother's angry face and felt even more sad in my heart:

Early in the morning, leaving the shallow snoring in the door, I broke into the cold wind dozens of minutes earlier than usual. I'm going to go to school today.

The night was falling. The long community lanes are silent and the street lights are bright. With steps as a car, measuring this has been a section of the road that has been walked thousands of times, but it feels strange.

For the first time, I found that the early morning felt so good. I haven't woken up at night. The sound of heaven wafting gently from all sides is like the snoring of the night.

The wind is not cold, but it seems that early spring has arrived in advance, refreshing and gentle. For the first time, I found that the stars in the sky were so close to me, they blinked their eyes and smiled in front of them. The long community path has disappeared from the usual noise, and now it looks like a rare quiet naughty child, with only a few scattered figures—two students carrying school bags and me.

The bright street lamps stretch their shadows for a while, and then become shorter, like hide and seek, flickering back and forth, making you laugh out loud. In the heart of the community is a wide and pleasant wood, which still hangs its head quietly, like a supple little girl, lying in the arms of Mother Earth, sleeping peacefully in the night. Think about how usually, every morning, I turn a blind eye to them, whistling past them, so cold and arrogant.

At that time, I must have disturbed them, and perhaps disturbed their dreams, and made them dumbfounded. I can't help her. And what a life I am inseparable from nature!

This green shade is my real Jiangnan! I have always stubbornly believed that only Jiangnan is the place where "the gods are beautiful in creation".

I often think, maybe, in my previous life, I was a dragonfly, or a butterfly, or a grasshopper, or maybe it was a wild chrysanthemum. Otherwise, how could I always dream of returning to Jiangnan, that natural beauty. I am used to hearing the wind horn of the desert, I am used to seeing the remnant sun of the desert, the camel bell through the wilderness, my small heart, can not fit too much wind call sign and the desolation of the scene, so, always in the dream to hear the rhyme gurgling, always in the dream into a butterfly, wading across the river island, the water of the Mei, looking for Xi Shi and Fan Li's West Lake, chasing the symphony of the Qinhuai River horse's hooves and guqin, over the yin of the mountain, the shore of the sea, looking for the elegant ancient town ...... that overflows the sound of history

God has taken care of me and reincarnated me as a human being. But I never thought that God also has a fixed mind, and hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the group of people who have been reincarnated as humans have been in chaos. Human civilization is armed to the fingernails, rich but not happy, noble but not free, warm but not warm.

If God had known, I would like to ask that the world be reincarnated as a whole, that we return to the insect kingdom or the plant kingdom together, that we purify it again, and then become a dragonfly that has read thousands of mountains and rivers, or a wild ......chrysanthemum that is free to flourish and wither

In that moment, I turned into a purple butterfly, fluttering in the early morning sky, and then, in my misty eyes, I fell to measure the journey, and when I felt the world with my breath, not with the wheels, the world became real, and even the dream was no longer barren ......