Wende Road and Children Park

-Look at the surrounding "Children's Library and Children's Park in Wende Road, Conghua District" through weekend filtering.

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After the winter vacation, the weekend rolling tour in Guangzhou began again, and the children resumed chorus training. I remembered that I borrowed "Li Weng Dui Yun" before the winter vacation, and took the opportunity to return the book to the provincial children's library opposite the Oriental Wende Square. This book has accompanied us to Ruyuan yunmen temple, and these poems left by Li Yu, a Jianghu poet, seem to record the special imprint of that era and also give us countless warnings.

Half-drunk fisherman "Brother Changji" and others originally planned to see the snow scene, but we barely saw part of the ice on a short cement road at the top of Da Qiao Town. There is also ice hanging on Crescent Lake in Wuzhishan, Conghua. The pictures in it flow, which makes our friends in Conghua laugh at us. It is worse to run the wrong way than the north wind blowing from Crescent Lake overnight. The next day, the hanging ice began to melt, and the mountain was closed in the morning, but it was a little loose in the afternoon. Let's take CMB to Crescent Lake. "Rion to the Cloud" was still returned, but it was overdue and paid a penalty of one yuan and ten cents. This book lending system has not changed for many years, so it is quite convenient for the public to get the information they want. Many years ago, I borrowed an English magazine from Zhongshan Library, but I still don't know where it is, and I have no motivation to return it. I guess I can't know. Some acquaintances have said that your indifferent attitude can easily make others think that you are hopeless. I can only smile, yes, almost only words are my medicine; Other drugs can only be seen or occasionally felt.

The provincial children's library is classical and solemn, with red bricks, glazed tiles and colorful sapphires, so we have to quietly find a corner to find popular science books. It may be a habit of attention or a habit of occupation. The book Great Action of Science came into my sight. The story of the giants in the field of science is vivid, and the ripples in my heart can't help but wave after wave. Some clips were remake and put in family groups, villagers groups, literature groups and teachers groups. It seems that the distant childhood dream has not disappeared, and the inertia of my career easily makes me feel a little numb. I think numbness comes from the lack of cutting-edge stimulation; Thinking is a trap you plant, even if you can't jump out in the end; Accepting countless materials and becoming fragments of articles may be an alternative coding method. Common sense and inertia thinking are also a bit funny. Ironically, we adults acquiesce in this and think that the world should be like this. Thanks to the existence of reading and education, otherwise people with relatively active thinking like us don't know where to hide; Some people say that this is the reason for immature thinking. Mature thinking? I can't help smiling bitterly. Time will tell you the consequences of maturity and where the results will go.

It smells fresh, which means I haven't picked up this kind of book for a long time; Sometimes I feel confused. I will read some biographies to find out what people of the same age did, thought and why they chose this way. Embraced by the tide of society, we went ashore gently. Originally, there was no frame of reference in life, but there was endless pursuit and arrogance. When the tide receded, we hid in a corner and let time take us away. It is said that the most valuable thing is the ability to keep differentiation at all times. This kind of person has an active mind all his life and can carry out his curiosity to the end until his life is endless. Is this lifelong learning? Or yes, in the dome, such a simple learning atmosphere, I have to read books.

The next day, the children chose to go to the children's park. The facilities of the children's playground are relatively new, and even the bathroom is beetle-like. There are some classic slogans next to the main road. Patriotism and professionalism teach the rhythm that really starts with dolls. We used to call this place "Children's Paradise". The ancient paradise is in the riverside park. At that time, there were several long concrete slides, which we thought were ladders for us to play with. The cloister in Riverside Park and the pavilion in the middle of the lake are all gone, but now they are all stuck, and the memory is immediately erased. There are also some old electronic photos circulating, which seem to revive that distant review.

The child climbed up the sloping cloister again. I asked him, "Do you remember climbing before?" He nodded. It turns out that we have been to the children's park several times, and we almost forgot it. There is no deliberate record. We can remember as much as we can, or the deep dive in the memory bank is the one we remember best.

At the same time, with the direction of tracking, time gradually fades away.