I live in a strange river, but the language and warmth of the river are familiar .

I was born in this strange world, this life, but I have been born many, many lives on this planet, and everything is so familiar, the dark side of human nature, the light side, the rules of this world. And so on".

People can't step into the same river at the same time.

It means that the river is in flux and the river water is constantly being renewed. The renewal cycle of outflow river water is only 16 days.

1,..No matter where you go, you will be hoped. Kite. Line.

4. The purpose is to hope that no matter where we go, we will not forget our hometown. Love your hometown.

1.No matter where you go, you will be hoped. Kites are less certain later.

The dream of nostalgia has never ended.

Huang Yongyu. I wrote a lyric for the Wenchangge Primary School in Fenghuang County, where I had studied, and I used old foreign songs to accompany Liang Jian, so the children started singing. Yesterday, I heard from my nephew that when a nine-year-old girl at the bottom of my house sang a lullaby with her brother in her arms, she also hummed this song!

There are two lines in the lyrics: "No matter where you go, you will hope." "Of course, this is how I feel about my hometown after living outside for decades. I also hope that when the children grow up to work outside, they will not forget the affectionate land that raised us.

I sometimes wonder how a person can forget his hometown. Why did you forget her? Don't miss those rivers?

The forests on those hills? Those wells covered with sheep's tooth plants? Those rays of sunlight in the mist of tender green leaves?

Your little travel companion? Songs sung? A sister married in the country?

It's too ruthless.

Hometown is the most concrete expression of the motherland in terms of ideas and emotions. You are a kite placed in the sky, and at the other end of the line are all the shadows of the hometown that binds the soul. I wish it was the wind, not you, that cut this thread! ......

Most of the elders and teachers in my hometown are gone, and there are only a few elementary school classmates left, and I live in the unfamiliar Qizhao River, but the language and temperature of the river are familiar.

I walked 50 years ago (half a century, oh my!) On the way to school, a road paved with stone slabs. Along the way, I sniffed the scents of what I once missed and listened to some warm sounds. I came to Wenchangge Primary School, I walked into the second grade classroom and sat in my seat:

Huang Yongyu, what is six times six? ”

I slowly stood up.

The classroom was empty.

Who knows what the feeling will be after reading.

The use of anthropomorphic techniques gives people a sense of intimacy, and at the same time, the author's nostalgia for his hometown can be seen.

The most tiring thing in this world is to watch your heart break and have to glue it yourself.

A mistake is a temporary regret, while a miss is an eternal regret!

The last fallen leaves, that is a lonely mood, the season of human affection and warmth, can not pick up the wandering life.

There are some things that we know are wrong, but we have to insist on them, because we are unwilling; Some people, we know that they are love, but we have to give up, because there is no end; Sometimes, we know that there is no way out, but we are still moving forward because we are used to it.

I think that if I am blindfolded, I can not see the world; I thought that if I covered my ears, I could not hear all my troubles; Thinking that when the footsteps stop, the heart can no longer travel far; Thought I needed love, just a hug.

Some of the mistakes that have been made are because they are too late, some are because they are deliberately evasive, and more often they are standing aside in a daze. We get wrong again and again, but we never know how to learn from it and do some introspection.

You don't know I'm thinking about you because you don't love me, I know you don't want me, but I still love you because I'm too stupid. Maybe sometimes, the escape is not because of the fear of facing something, but about waiting for something.

There was no trace of wings in the sky, but the birds had flown by; My heart has not been cut by a knife, but the pain is so clear. These softest places in the chest, the wounds that have been hurt by lovers, are far sharper than the injuries of those limbs, and only time can **.

Many people love someone by mistake because they are lonely, but many more people are lonely all their lives because they love someone by mistake. We can love each other, but we are destined to not be able to stay together. It's not that I don't love you enough, it's just that I'm not sure if this love is the most correct.

If betrayal is a form of courage, then it takes an even greater courage to accept it. The former only needs to be brave enough, or maybe it is just impulsive, while the latter tests the degree of tolerance, which is by no means as simple as impulse, and only needs time.

Life cannot be used to prove love, just as we cannot prove that we can no longer believe in love. In this city, just as Rolex is a material luxury, love is a spiritual luxury. But life is so fragile that it can't afford so much luxury.

There is no worthiness or unworthiness, only willingness or unwillingness.

I'm so don't believe in love. Maybe it's in my heart, it's so beautiful. Because of beauty, it is hopeless.

Loneliness is a one's carnival; Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.

Suddenly, I wanted to get drunk because my heart was already broken;

Suddenly, I wanted to sleep because my heart was already tired, and suddenly, I wanted to drink a cup of coffee because I wanted to reflect the bitterness in my heart;

Suddenly, I really want to be decadent alone, because there is no one who makes me not tired!

Fate, whether you believe it or not! In short, sometimes you have to be at the mercy of it, the people who love you and the people you love, maybe God has arranged them, maybe you have pursued them passionately, but what can you do if they don't belong to you? It's just that some scars of memory or beautiful things are all with a little illusory nature, there are many things in life, they are helpless, there are thousands of beautiful things, but there are not many that belong to you, you can choose, you can have less.

Love is like a beautiful flower, there will always be a day when you will wither, throw away all the unhappy things in the past, and leave everything behind into good memories.

It doesn't matter who is right or who is wrong, let's be grateful for what we once loved, and what we are now worth cherishing because it is so true and beautiful.

But as long as there is such a beauty, it is enough to make each other's lives brilliant, and the love we usually say is interspecies, opportunity, luck, and coincidence

The labyrinthine city makes people accustomed to seeing the same scenery, taking the same route, and reaching the same destination.

a conundrum of a city. same scenes, same routes, and same destinies