第一百二十四章 春绿-第2/2页

　　Theregrowcicadasinsu

　　Theriveroftenoverflows，andtherainyseasonisalwayswarm，

　　Myfriendsliketocatchfish，

　　Autumnisamaturedaywithyellowandredleaves

　　It‘slikemissinginafairytale，coveringtheearthgently.

　　Therearetracesofbicyclesrunningovertheramp，

　　Therearefirefliesinautumn，andtherearecountlessstars.

　　DespitetheTVandradio，

　　Adultsprefertositoutsideandchat.

　　Yes，thisiswhatIamdescribingnow.ThereasonwhyIstillwanttorecallitisthatitisbeingabandonedbythetimes.

　　Thosesimplethingsthataregreen，fresh，livelyandcasual，anddonotneedliteratureandarttorepeat，aregraduallyreplacedbysomecomplicatedandboringthings，

　　Maybememoriesoftenforgetthecontentofbadmood，

　　Butouroriginalhappiness，indeed

　　Thetruthisbasedonthat

　　Itisaprimitivevillagefullofbirdsandflowers.

　　Ifitcanalsobecopiedandrestored，

　　I‘mnotgoingtowritethistotrytosatirize.

　　Childrenwillnotlosethehappinessofimagination，

　　Withasharpbrush，tocarvethosewhohavenofeelings

　　Thereisnoso-calledartofcolor，

　　Carsshuttlethroughcrowdedcities，

　　Life，butabandontheoriginalfreedom.）




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