Zhang Haidi's wheelchair dream

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You've seen me, you may have seen me, on the train. If you walk through the door of memory, you may

I will remember a girl sitting in a seat near the car door. At that time, she was fifteen years old and wore two long braids.

Son, the braid is hanging on your chest. She is wearing a red lapel sweater, which is hand-knitted. If you pay a little attention, too

Maybe she will find her face a little pale. You don't know what happened before this, and you don't know what happened then.

Things, more do not know what happened later. But anyway, you've met me. If you think about it, you

Maybe you will find that this girl hardly talks all the way, so you may find her depressed.

Kid. She said goodbye to the city that day. When you look at her, she will turn her face out of the window. She never wants to say goodbye.

No one saw her tears. Later, she took out an old algebra textbook from the printed schoolbag and began to read it.

A difficult problem is the system of equations. That book is difficult for her. She has never been to school. She taught herself.

Reading, she began to study by herself when she was very young, which made her different from other girls. She solved it silently.

A system of multivariate equations, as if forgetting everything around. She just wants to work out this set of equations, so that she won't make Jiang Lixiao.

She-she was afraid that he would look down on himself. You don't know who Li Jiang is or how important he is to this girl.

She read a book for a long time, but she didn't solve the problem. Later, she put the book back in the flower bag. She thought of it and gave it a new place.

Li Jiang wrote a letter, but she can't write it now. She doesn't know what she is going to do. When she thinks of him, she will think of him.

Eyes, deep and bright, twinkle like starlight at night. ...

You met me on the train. The train hit slowly, stopping for a while at each station.

You have met me, and you may remember that the girl looked out of the window for a long time, but you didn't know what she was thinking.

It's over, it's started again, and the end may be another beginning. She has anticipated the end of all this, calm.

Start everything else, let everything start again, just like a pupa turning into a beautiful butterfly. ...

The train is shaking, the fields outside the window are spinning backwards, the trees are flashing backwards, and there are memories.

river ...

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I liked painting houses at that time. Wherever I go, I must bring my twelve-color crayons. Adults saw me draw it.

Houses say I paint well, and some say I will be an architect when I grow up. I really want to meet an architect. Look at that.

Look at the house he painted. All the houses I painted were my own imagination. Is there actually a house of that shape?

I don't know, I just draw according to my own wishes, and I can draw whatever I want. Most of my paintings are buildings, there are

There are clouds floating on the roof, and all the buildings I painted are very high. I couldn't walk when I started painting tall buildings. I later

Think, if I hadn't been sick, maybe I wouldn't like painting tall buildings. That day, I sat up from the hospital bed,

I thought I could go home soon, but the doctor said I had to stay! I'm afraid of the ward. It's too quiet in the ward. wall

The walls are dazzling white, and there is an unpleasant smell. Later, as soon as I smelled that smell, I knew I needed an injection to take medicine again.

Into the operating room. Always want to escape, but also want to escape in the dark. I ran away from home before I got sick, mom.

Mother won't let me go shopping alone. She said I was young. But I really want to go. Once, when my mother wasn't looking, I sneaked away.

Then I wandered around the street and ran into the store to see toys. I didn't think of going home until it was dark. I'm too tired to walk.

I sat on the ground and fell asleep against the telephone pole ... at that time, I didn't like painting, I just wanted to run around.

In the hospital, I either lie down or sit all day. I am so bored that I often scream loudly. At first, the nurse rushed over as soon as she heard my voice.

Come here, what's wrong? What's the matter? They always look flustered. Later, they were not nervous. Every time I go crazy,

When they called, they said, don't worry, they will be discharged in a few days. But I still won't listen. No one can keep me quiet.

I don't remember how long it took, and finally I went home. Dad bought me a box of crayons and a picture book. I am very quiet

Come down and start painting houses, one by one. The building I drew is very lively, and there are many people on each floor. but I ...

There is usually no one around, only a white cat. I really want to talk to people, but I can only talk to myself.

Speaking In my memory, many children talked to me, and I used to run around with them. Leave them,

Almost all the children I saw in the ward were unconscious. They chat occasionally, talk nonsense and make a model.

A vague voice. I felt depressed, so I thought of those talking children. At that time, I always quarreled with girls.

We rolled our eyes at each other and abused each other. I remember once seeing a boy who could play the violin on the train.

Son, he always smiles at me all the way. To be honest, I really want to see him again. chapter two

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TanJing poured his emotions into ten fingers and let them express their imagination. She sometimes looks up.

Fontaine sat next to her, fascinated by her listening!

This semi-old piano at home is TanJing's favorite partner. Usually, it leans against the wall, like a mysterious person.

The treasure chest glowed with purple light. A group of white pigeons crouched quietly under the piano cover, with some black in them.

Swallow changes color. Whenever TanJing's slender and flexible fingers gently touch them, they will give off waves of happiness.

Yue's chorus, different fingering will have different changes, and the high-pitched audio-visual image of "Mountain Spring" is crisp in the mountains.

The steps are undulating, and the bass is like a rich river, roaring with the noise of huge waves. TanJing likes to pop up gently.

A string of arpeggios, listening to the trembling piano sound from strong to weak, slowly disappeared, as if she saw a wild goose chasing the team.

I ran to the distant sunset and pursued a dream as colorful as the sunset.

TanJing is the age who loves to dream. He often has some beautiful dreams, dreaming that the purple curtain is slowly drawn on the stage.

Open, she sat in front of the piano, her hands bright as water on the keys, and the cheerful music flew around like this.

Every corner of the theater attracted heartfelt admiration and warm applause. Let her dream have a real sustenance.

Yes, but after meeting Fontaine. It never occurred to her that she would know a sick woman who was locked in the house all day.

Boy, Fontaine's intermittent singing always lingers in her ears. From then on, she seemed to be led by an invisible rope.

After school, she came to Fontaine's bed involuntarily. She could not forget Fontaine's surprise and surprise when she heard that she could play the piano.

Eager eyes. Knowing that her piano can bring happiness to Fontaine, she felt a great feeling that she had never felt before.

I'm glad. She often carried Fontaine to her room and let her sit quietly by the bed and listen to her play the piano. Every time she turns on the piano

Cover, touch the keys with both hands and play the first chord, and Fontaine's pale face will immediately blush with excitement. With her

Fontaine played with expression, slowly immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano.

This is a piano piece written by TanJing for Fontaine. The lively and smooth melody seems to show a moving picture:

Woods in autumn,

The wind is rustling,

The golden leaves sparkle,

Debris slowly falling,

Fly like a golden butterfly.

A road full of leaves,

A happy girl came running.

The wind blew her long hair back,

The girl laughed as she ran.

She ran into a small river with a smile.

chapter three

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Spring night sneaked into every window with warm dreams, and a touch of soft moonlight penetrated the film.

The curtain shone into the room and cast a hazy silence on the ground in front of the window. In the distance, I don't know whose wall clock is ringing

The midnight bell rang, and the bell was accompanied by a slight tremor, like ripples in the water, spreading in circles.

Slowly disappear.

In this haze, Li Jiang stared at his glowing eyes, not sleepy at all. The comprehensive test announced today is successful.

On the performance list, he is the first again. This year is the most important year for Jiang Li, who is about to face the college entrance examination. He hoped that he would

Like my brother, in the near future, I will wear his long-admired university badge on my chest. The distance is very high now

There are only a few months before the exam, so I must study harder. Jiang Li thought, feeling both nervous and happy.

At this moment, Li Jiang heard the Weaver Girl lying beside him let out a deep sigh. Li Jiang was amused,

What happened to this guy today? In Russian class, Li Jiang found that Vega's mood was a little abnormal. He doesn't know why.

Yao seems a little uneasy. Russian is Vega's best course, and his accurate pronunciation is cadence.

Intonation and beautiful translation can always win the appreciation of teachers and the envy of female students. However, today in class, Lang

Reading one of Pushkin's poems, he stammered and disappointed. Back in his seat, Jiang Li whispered earnestly, hello,

What happened? Who knows? Vega seems to be talking to himself, as if she can't get rid of a fixed thought.

Jiang Li couldn't help laughing silently. What trapped Vega, who has always been in high spirits?

Jiang Li knows Vega too well. Since the first day of primary school, their seats have been lined up together. Follow dimension

Jia can always make people feel simple happiness together. He is full of energy and blinks dreamy eyes all day.

The carefree expression on her face. Sometimes, he will recite a poem with passion and make your blood boil. Sometimes,

He will have a whim and do something funny. Once the school organized them to watch the movie Hero.

Children, Vega is very emotional these days, and her brown eyes are burning with excitement.

Light. A few days later, Li Jiang found that Vega was always writing something secretly. Someone asked, Vega said no.

What to write, only a junior high school student's smile. In fact, in Li Jiang's eyes, Vega is like a teenager who doesn't grow up.

Looking at the mysterious appearance of Weaver Girl that day, he didn't ask much. He knew Vega was a man who would never hide a secret.

He will tell him everything in a few days. Li Jiang waited quietly. Thought of here, he couldn't help laughing.

In those days, he saw Vega always fidgeting in class, like ants on hot bricks, and she reached school as soon as class was over.

Running around the room, a few days passed, more than ten days passed, and the Weaver Girl still ran to the reception room with great interest. Li Weita is a strong capital.

Moved by his persistence, what is this guy waiting for? For the first time, Jiang Li couldn't help wanting to know Vega's secret. Low humidity plain

Finally, he could not help it. After class that day, he came back from the reception room a little depressed. Sitting on a stone bench under a tree

Next, Vega sighed deeply. He told Li Jiang that he had written a letter to Wang Fang, an actor in Heroes and Children.

It was sent to Beijing Bayi Film Studio. He has been waiting for her reply. Li Jiang asked him with a smile, you said in the letter.

What did you do? Vega blushed and said only that he said he would learn from "hero sister" when the motherland needed it.

Hou, he will also bravely rush into the enemy group with explosive barrels in his hands. Well, the hero's sister will be felt by you.

Move it. Li Jiang said. He asked Vega again, what else did you write? Nothing else ... nothing. Vega is a bit unnatural.

Laughed quietly. Needless to say, Li Jiang's heart also understood. Vega continued to wait and ran to the school reception room …

... and then Li Jiang was disappointed in him. Hey, don't just wait, you'll be here early if you have a reply. No, Vega said, maybe.

She is not at home, and my letter is lying on her desk sleeping. Li Jiang was very angry and gave him a heavy blow. This Vega,

When something goes wrong, I can always find some fallacies to comfort myself. In the end, Sister Hero didn't reply. that

Tian's patience could not be maintained. He told him that he was in love with the "hero's sister" and gave it to her.

Eleven letters were written! Li Jiang wanted to laugh, but he just smiled. He never smiles, which makes him have.

It's a little boring Vega, lovely Vega! He thought so, patted Vega on the shoulder and went out with him.

campus ...

Alas. Vega sighed again.

chapter four

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That night was not as happy as before. In the past, we always talked loudly together, but now.

Na Wei TanJing and others sat quietly by my bed, listening to Yan Ning talk about the form and requirements of the recital, which was boring.

The atmosphere is made in Yan Ni, because Yan Ni will give you a special reading club-reciting the martyr's suicide note, and

"Martyr" is ourselves.

Na Wei told me that Yan Ning is always active in thinking and can organize unexpected things. this

That kind of reading club is absolutely unique. How attractive Yan Ning's idea is!

Is it attractive? Those who disappeared in the gunfire secretly wrote behind bars when they were alive.

A few times, the chain left a tinkling echo on the bluestone street. I apologize for those words,

Those feelings, beliefs, ideals, tears for those people, those who used to be like us ... but,

I never thought that one day I would become a martyr. Yan Ning wants us to write a suicide note like martyrs. Maybe it's for the exam

Test whether we are loyal or not, and whether we are really moved by the martyrs' letters. Or, she wants us not to.

Remember that we are a member of this Young Pioneers Team. No matter what Yan Ning thinks, I still write with blood and tears.

Move in text. Although I have never seen the bars or the execution ground, I can't even imagine what it is like.

But I know that they have lost the most precious freedom. I can't imagine healthy people, such as Yan Ning and Na Wei.

TanJing, Heping and Vega can't leave their homes and go where they want to go freely. So,

When Yan Ning asked me how I felt after reading the letters from revolutionary martyrs, I said, I want to know the victims in the book.

It's okay to be sick of yourself. Yan Ning said that she was moved to tears by this book, and she just wanted to be a * * * person as soon as possible.

Later, Yan Ning gave her copy to Na Wei TanJing, who asked him to take turns reading it. For several nights in a row

Everyone is discussing the book. Na Wei said that she cried and read some letters, and she finished reading them that night.

When I went to school the next morning, my eyes were still red and swollen. TanJing said that she couldn't continue her study after reading half of it.

She was infected by the lofty aspirations of those martyrs and just wanted to play the piano and write a radical piano piece. Peace says, she reads

After reading this book, I feel everything is so beautiful. Yan Ning said that everyone was moved, which means that the book is very

Meaningful. I think we should read this book,' she said. She asked everyone, if I

What will happen to us in the period of white terror?

Na Wei said, fight the enemy, like those martyrs.

TanJing said, we also printed leaflets, put up slogans, and went out to give speeches loudly, waving banners and shouting loudly.

Call my compatriots. ...

Yan Ni interrupted her. I didn't mean that. I mean, if we are arrested by the enemy, our husband is here.

In the iron prison, we are going to the execution ground tomorrow. What are we going to do?

TanJing smiled happily and said, Go to the execution ground? Why are we going to the execution ground? We have won.

Yan Ning said, TanJing, be serious. I mean, if we go to the execution ground, ...

TanJing shouted again, impossible, aren't we fine?

Na Wei quickly dissuaded TanJing. She said, TanJing, be quiet. I know what Yan Ning means. What Yan Ning means is, ...

Looking at Yan Ni and TanJing seriously, I couldn't help laughing and saying, really, if we are locked up in

What would we think in an iron prison?

chapter five

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Thick green brought the summer of 1966.

Actually, I don't want my thoughts to go back to that summer. I really want to forget that summer completely, just when I was from

I have never experienced such a summer. I feel like a stream flowing through a valley, trying to rush down a steep hillside.

Under the sunshine, it pours smoothly into the wide river, but the valley is always ups and downs, winding back and forth, and there is never a smooth road.

Sometimes blocked by stones, it becomes a trickle, and sometimes when it meets a broken ridge and steep cliff, the stream is almost the same

Interrupted, can only be preserved drop by drop, but never cut off ... so, I know a person wants to

A certain period you have experienced is impossible to forget, and no one can forget it, whether it is joy or pain. this

Then I can't avoid what happened that summer and after that summer.

That day, my mother told me that she would take me to Beijing for treatment soon. Yan Ning, Na Wei, TanJing and them.

It seems that I am happier than myself to know this. For several nights in a row, they all looked at me around my bed.

The future of. TanJing said, Hey, Fontaine, when you come back, all of us will meet you at the railway station.

Peace said, I hope Fontaine will go to school when he comes back. We are in the same class, so the teacher had better let us sit together.

A table.

TanJing said that's impossible. Fontaine will definitely sit with a boy.

Na Wei looked at me and said, TanJing, look, you're blushing for Fontaine.

TanJing shook his ponytail and said seriously, Hey, what's the matter? Don't we all sit with boys? square

Of course, Dan will sit with the children. Peace, I think Fontaine had better sit with the person next to you.

Boys study very well. They like to help others ... TanJing, do you mean Liu? She thought

I thought about it and answered myself, as if, um ... Liu is right. She said to me, Fontaine, Liu can play.

Flute, or member of style committee.

Cultural and sports Committee member? I remembered the secret that Na Wei told me-the boy who wrote to her was a member of the Culture and Sports Commission. Ah,

He must be Liu ... I couldn't help glancing at Na Wei quietly. At this time, TanJing said, ah, peace, you send.

Is it now? Liu began to wear glasses.

Got it. Peace said, I just found out that day, when I talked to him, he kept holding his glasses, okay.

What a great look. That's right. What's the big deal? TanJing followed closely.

Listening to TanJing's peaceful discussion, I felt an indescribable sense of happiness, just like it was from the winter outside.

I ran into the house and felt warm all over. I really want to know what kind of person Liu is, and I really want to see him as soon as possible. I am here.

When I think about it, I feel that I am sitting with him. He looked back at me, I smiled, and he smiled. Suddenly,

I found him as I often think of the boy I met on the train. That's how he smiled at me that time.

about ...

Fontaine, don't you want to sit with Liu? TanJing asked.

I paused, suddenly, I heard a chatter.

Yan Ning looked at TanJing's calm, adjusted her glasses and said, I think who Fontaine sits with is secondary and important.

So she can go back to the team. We study together. Besides, Fontaine can really join the red scarf.

Various activities.

Chapter vi

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Prosperous ...

The thunder shook the whole world violently, and the sudden rainstorm knocked on my window.

Outside, the walls and the ground scorched by the sun rushed up with thick earthy heat and fury and roaring madness.

The wind squeezed into the room through the gap in the window, making the air more humid and sultry. I can hardly breathe. I really want to open the roof.

Let the wind and rain rush in and take away the suffocating air; I'd rather go out and take a fresh breath.

Breathe, even if it's drenched.

The light in the room is getting darker and darker. I guess there must be dark clouds rolling in the sky like smoke outside.

Empty. The newspaper posted on the window was whistled by the wind, and Mao Ge was cowered by the chaos.

Throw your head and trembling body into my arms.

A thrilling explosion broke out in the sky, and lightning cast a dazzling light on the window. I feel horrible.

Now, my heart is pounding, as if to escape from my throat. I was so scared that I couldn't breathe. I just felt sick.

Vague fears. There are many fragmented scenes in front of me, no matter me.

How to appease yourself can't get rid of their entanglement. Thunder and rain pieced together the fragmented scenes,

More and more clearly emerge in front of my eyes. I saw a desolate ruin, and I saw myself covered in dust and hardships.

Slowly struggling to climb out of a pile of rubble, there was no figure around, only Mao Ge was in another pile of rubble.

There was a sad cry on the pile and it was soaked by the dirty rain. I shrank my shoulders and leaned against the corner.

I can't help thinking that the earth is going to explode! The building is about to collapse! I was almost desperate to make a hullabaloo about, I think

I have been crushed to pieces by fear and scattered everywhere.

There were pattering footsteps in the thunder, and I heard someone rushing into the corridor from the outside.

Then the door opened. My sister, wrapped in rain, rushed into the house like the wind and slammed the door, but she didn't come.

She leaned against the door tightly, dripping with water and hair on her forehead, with a resigned expression on her face.

I've never seen a frightened expression.

Xiaoyu, what's the matter?

Dad ... Dad ... Something's wrong! My sister stutters and is short of breath.

Huh? My heart is pounding. What happened to my father?

Dad ... was ... exhausted ... knocked down. ...

There is a layer of trembling water under my sister's eyes. I don't know if it's rain or tears.

Where's Dad? Xiaoyu, is dad hurt? I panicked and asked anxiously.

No, it wasn't a fight ... it was ... in the newspaper!

My sister came to my bedside, took out a newspaper soaked by rain from her schoolbag and spread it out on me.

In front of my eyes.

On an eye-catching title, my father's name stung my eyes and ears like a strong lightning.

As if it was another sudden thunder, I quickly read the whole article. Really, there was a series of beatings at the end of the article.

come down in torrents ...

Chapter VII

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Na Wei and TanJing knew that Mom and Dad had been taken away, so they hurried over. When I saw them, I remembered them at once.

Anning asked anxiously, TanJing, where is Anning?

TanJing said with red eyes that Heping was asleep at home and still had a fever. Her mother was taken away and she was kicked out.

When I was caught in the rain, I was even more ill.

I am sad to think of what my mother said when she left. I couldn't help telling Hehe about the peace disease.

TanJing.

TanJing's eyes widened in horror, but Na Wei sat blankly, and her sister sat there, too, deep in it.

In grief.

The disease of peace is like a boulder weighing on our hearts. Peace, her beauty and her dreams, don't you think?

Will it become a memory in our minds with the arrival of death? The room was quiet, and we were all thinking,

What should we do for peace now?

The door opened silently, and Heping came in with dancing shoes in his hand, looking like a phantom and pale.

She has a quiet smile on her face. I don't know why peace will get better so quickly, and I don't know what to say at the moment.

Yes Peace to see us sitting, with a tired smile, she said, why are you like a group of puppets?

TanJing suddenly woke up, rushed to grab the arm of peace, and eagerly asked, Peace, aren't you still there?

Do you have a fever? Why not lie down? The doctor says you must lie down. ...

Peace see TanJing frightened, slightly one leng, and then said, TanJing, why are you making a fuss?

I'm much better now.

Verna said, then you shouldn't get up.

Peace, but I have to get up today to see Fontaine. I came to say goodbye to you. I

My aunt came, and she said she would take me to Shanghai by train soon. I want to dance for Fontaine before I leave.

Dancing. I made it up lying down ...

I quickly said, peace, don't jump, wait until your illness is better.

Peace said, I'm fine, Fontaine. I don't know when I will come back to Shanghai.

I thought I would go to Shanghai for a second interview, but ... the voice of peace dropped. In those days, I was waiting for the notice in my dream.

Books. But I think I can go dancing without taking the dance school exam. Maybe in the future ...

Peace looked up at us, wiped away tears and said, don't be sad ... wait for my mother ... wait for my mother.

Go home, I'll be right back, and we'll be together again … singing, dancing … dancing … just like before.

Peace said, bent down and put on dancing shoes with trembling hands, and tears left bright colors on the silver dancing shoes.

Water stain. After changing her dancing shoes, she gently hummed the dance music and stood on tiptoe.

TanJing sat at the table in silence, his slender fingers gently pressed on the table, playing in turn, so powerless,

So sad, as if playing a sad tune on a silent piano.

Chapter VIII

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The book Algebra has given me endless memories, which I cherished very much in my girlhood. Then I thought, I

We cherish it, not only because it contains so many unknowns, but also because it has more things. It was difficult for me at that time.

It's hard to say what it gave me today. Complexity is a girl's nature, unlike art.

Shape or depict in. Girls in works are often beautiful, simple and naive, or ... painting,

I don't believe that sculpture only makes girls keep an expression or a posture forever, and they will be still forever.

Let such a girl. Beautiful complexity, complex beauty, this may be a true portrayal of a girl. I've already

I can't accurately retrieve everything in my memory. I just think this is my most dishonest day. Before that, I went from

I never thought I would sneak around and hide anything. Actually,

Yes, I did. Secretly hiding things gives me a sense of excitement and pleasure. Those days

Jiang told me that a large number of books are being seized outside, and it is said that those books that have been beaten into poisonous weeds will be burned.

Many of these books are called immortal masterpieces. People, as if with rebellious nature, the more spirit or desire.

Being imprisoned, people will have greater resistance. At that time, reading was the same, and the more banned, the more.

Books, the stronger people's desire to read. Many books are hidden secretly in clever ways, and they look eager.

Watching the hands slip away. Books borrowed by Li Jiang are always short-lived. He said that those who are waiting to borrow them are short-lived.

There is a long list. I often force myself to finish reading a thick novel in one night. My eyes are not.

I want to run quickly between the lines at a speed of 100 meters and swallow the whole sentence quickly. each

After reading a book, I have to hold my head tightly with both hands. Even so, I still can't help bursting.

It hurts. When another book came to my hand, I couldn't help reading it. I can read a book in my spare time.

My favorite book has become my greatest wish.

I completely ignored my age at that time. I don't know when I started stealing.

Doing things furtively, reading and writing diaries is always furtive, as if stealing from others. When reading,

There was a noise outside the door, and I hid the book aside like the most alert animal. It was hard for me to calm myself down at first,

Later, I was able to save face in front of strangers, but my heart kept beating in my chest. I feel sad for people.

Whispering, like what underground workers secretly planned in the past, creates a tense atmosphere.

Atmosphere. This kind of tension makes people tremble, and words tremble.

The room became stuffy and there was no wind. It's so sultry that you can't breathe. Reading is a kind of patience.

Looking at the story in the book, I forgot everything around me. From books on earth, I saw heroes.

How to experience the ups and downs of the world? In spring, the sun is warm and the Volga River rises.

Full, the earth looks vibrant and vast. The hero comes to a ship and meets the honest chef Small.

Ray, with his help, I began to read ... unfortunately, the book was taken away before I finished it, so I can only remember it.

In my memory, I pursue those who pass in front of me in a hurry. In the book Love Life, I saw a kind of power.

Quantity. There is an invisible power in that skinny and dying man that cannot be strengthened.

Tough and tenacious, but let the dying people survive the desolate and frozen day.

It's snowing. When he was thrown to the ground by the hungry wolf, he bit the wolf deeply with his teeth.

Go to hell. This power is faith and will. It comes from thinking and is a continuous activity in the human brain.

This kind of activity is also the crystallization of long-term tempering and blending between people and the outside world. It glitters and dazzles people, but it is

Thinking from the ordinary everyday to the ordinary. How I wish I could take this book with me! Kelly

When Jiang Lai took the book, I couldn't let others down.

There are too many question marks in life, and I don't know why so many books suddenly become poisonous weeds. get through

Go, I think of the poem Vega once recited to me. Listen, listen to the lark's voice ... larks are hovering and singing in the sky.

It conveys the vastness of the sky to people, and invites you to swim in infinity with my thoughts, which makes me forget this house.

The child is dim and narrow-minded, forgetting his clumsiness and clumsiness in the hospital bed. Sometimes I am immersed in poetry, and I just feel

What echoed in my ears was not Vega's cadence recitation, but it came from afar and seemed close at hand.

The singing of the birds ahead. It surrounds me tightly, blending my mind with this magnificence and excitement ... Vega.

My recitation is getting lower and lower in my ear. Back to reality, facing the grim life in front of me, I put myself more

Going deep into the world of books, let my thoughts go back to those lost years, those who are looking for in darkness and death.

People who live in search of light are angry and excited together and recite poems written on the wall together.

Sentence; Or walk into the mountains together, in the forest, by the bonfire, spend night after night ... in the book.

Those images that would rather die than surrender, righteous and upright, are like clouds of vague but beating things?