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I don't know how many years these trees have been here ... this is a small village, full of ancient flavor, which seems to never change. Old Time passed by here a long time ago, and he should still be tasting the wine in this village, and he is reluctant to leave. This stop lasted for many years. Then high technology appeared. The young people in the village can't wait to get out of the village and find the world they want. This tree is very old, but its crown is still as dense as when the fireworks just exploded. It stands at the entrance of the village and watches different young people leave every day. The only thing that is the same is what the old people repeat when they come to see the young people off: "stay, stay." Young people think that all the old people in this village are crazy: What's so good about this small village? Getting old day after day, some people have almost no electric lights. Stay? No way! So they left in the sigh of the old people and the gaze of the trees, looking for a place worth "staying". There are fewer and fewer people in this village. Occasionally, someone will drive to the village entrance, lean against a tree, look around, and then excitedly invite the old people to come over. When they stood trembling, people took a child from the car and asked him to give it to the man's parents. At this time, the old man will seize this opportunity and repeat over and over again: "stay, stay." The man waved impatiently and drove away, leaving the child they thought would hinder their development. Suddenly one day, people found that the village was rich in mineral resources. So the young people who left the village in the past "Hula" came back at once, and the cars were crowded with the village entrance at once. The released waste gas makes the tree uncomfortable, and the moldy black slightly wet bark itches. At this time, the old people poured out: "stay, stay!" " So the young man was all smiles: "OK, OK, stay, stay!" " "With a hypocritical face and cunning greedy eyes. It turned out to be fake. There are no minerals at all, not even iron filings. So they left with a contemptuous expression, and the tree was thick and burly again. The sun squinted and crawled on the leaves. This village is still so old. After that, if someone comes again, the old people will never say "stay" again. They understand that those people's hearts are blackened by fame and wealth, and staying will only pollute the air. These old people, with an ancient flavor, silently waited for the people with peace of mind to come back and stay in the ancient village. It's not just footprints. Liang Guangdong I lay in a rocking chair and let the warm sunshine spread all over my body. When time marks my skin one by one, I am left with a pair of breathable skins and a pile of memories. It's not that I don't want to respond to the call of the Lord, but I'm still a little worried and still feel incomplete. When I close my eyes, I know what I am looking for. I saw me when I was young. In order to fight for women's rights and children's medical security, I ran around, posted slogans and distributed leaflets, and only slept for three hours every day. I miss the enthusiasm at that time. When I measured the distance between China and India with my footprints, when I visited the former site of Mother Teresa, I received full enthusiastic support. That is the pursuit of ideals and concern for life. I crossed the Loess Plateau, crossed the Taklimakan Desert and crossed Nepal. I found Mother Teresa. Among the humble places where she has helped countless poor people, I did an unforgettable thing-I stepped heavily on the ground under my feet. I want to leave not only footprints, but also my respect. Ah, the fog has begun. The fog dispersed and scattered in a place full of peach trees. Is that me? Against the backdrop of peach blossoms, my face is redder. There is an intoxicating fragrance among the flowers, which is as sweet as me and the people around me. At that time, I was too persistent to count all the peach trees by the river with him. In fact, he doesn't know my "bad heart". Some people say that walking under a peach tree with my beloved will make me happy all my life. Of course, at the end of the forest, I left not only footprints, but also the little girl was very playful. She even took down the quilts dried in the yard and played on the trampoline, at the cost of falling! The ending can be imagined. On the one hand, there is a mother who scolds loudly, and on the other hand, there are girls running around the yard! The quilt was washed again, but it still left a faint footprint. Of course, it left not only footprints, but also whip marks and childlike interest on me ... I opened my eyes again and felt the sunshine. I have regained so many deep and shallow footprints, and I thank myself for having a life course. Time flooded my enthusiasm, swallowed up my innocence and found my innocence.