The most romantic thing

[1] In the morning, the cheers of several children downstairs woke me up from my sleep. Stretched out a lazy waist and opened his misty eyes. I saw the breeze gently blowing the white mesh curtains through the lightly closed window. My thoughts were swaying and lying quietly on the bed as the mesh curtains fluttered, reflecting on yesterday’s meeting carefully, my heart was filled with deep emotion. Maybe it’s about romance. In books, TV, or hearsay, it has long been common and unheard. Therefore, when I encounter romance again, I gradually turn a blind eye to it, turn a deaf ear to it, and feel calm. However, yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that the real story I heard personally made my heart ripple, and the tidal surge of emotion was difficult. Since then, I have a new feeling and understanding of the two words romance. I thought that before, although I had a yearning for romance, I gradually began to numb it. If it wasn’t for a trip to the countryside yesterday afternoon, I thought, I may not care whether life is romantic or not. [2] yesterday, it was the full moon day of my cousin’s daughter. I went to the countryside to drink one-month feast at the invitation of my cousin. After the luncheon, most of the relatives spent time playing cards, while the rest of them chatted and chatted. During the lunch break, I was the only one wandering aimlessly on the country road. Along the way, I, Zhang Dong, looked at the West and looked at the fields and scenery in the countryside. I felt warm and relaxed. After walking for about half an hour, I was suddenly deeply attracted by a large area of chrysanthemum blooming by a farmer Westinghouse ago, and my steps went straight to chrysanthemum. Before I came to chrysanthemum, I stretched out my hand, touched this one gently for a while, touched that one gently for a while, and smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum. I was elated and delighted. After my eyes swam back and forth on the whole chrysanthemum for three times, I found that the word “girl” was actually reflected in the middle of the flower sea. In fact, these two words are written by blooming chrysanthemum, which is hard to be noticed if you don’t watch them carefully. Originally, I only wanted to stay in front of chrysanthemum for about five minutes, but it was because the word girl made me curious, so my steps walked towards East house. [3] the door of the East House was open. There were two benevolent and white-haired old people in the house. The woman was lying in the recliner and fell asleep. The man sat on the small square stool rubbing hemp rope. When the old man saw someone coming, he quickly got up with a smile. Girl, come inside and sit down! I made a sign of Hush and waved my hand with a smile. Oh, nothing! Girl, your grandmother’s ear, you can come in and talk. The old man smiled and said hello. After listening to the old man’s words, I went into the house gracefully. When I stepped into the threshold, I looked around the room and found that although the furnishings were simple, everything was orderly and clean. [4] Hello, grandpa! I am came from the city. Today, because I came to drink the one-month feast of my cousin and child, I came to your village. Just now, I wandered all the way through your house and saw your chrysanthemum was beautiful, so I couldn’t help staying here. Ha ha, that’s it! Girl, sit down first and I’ll pour you a cup of tea! Well, no! No! Thank you grandpa! I am not thirsty at all! Grandpa, I’m a little curious. Can you tell me what the word “girl” in the chrysanthemum garden in front of your house means? Oh, that, that is my nickname for my wife. The old man scratched his head with his hand and answered with a smile. This chrysanthemum must be planted by you, right? Well, that’s right! Then I think, you must care about grandma very much! Of course! I really care! Girl, don’t look at your grandmother, but she is skillful and good-looking. She is my favorite baby, and I am rare! Wow! Grandpa, your story is definitely unusual. I ‘d like to hear your story! I usually like writing articles. If I can, I want to turn your story into words. Grandpa, can you meet my requirements? Ha ha, there is a story, but it still counts, girl, you can write other people’s stories! Well, grandpa, I am serious. I really want to hear your story. Today we meet is fate, right? Just say yes! I looked at the old man with begging eyes. Silent for about a minute, the old man smiled and said to me: All right! Girl, you come with me! [5] I followed the old man into his inner room. The old man walked straight to wardrobe, opened the door and took out a large bag of cloth shoes, a large bag of sweater and a large bag of silk scarves from the wardrobe. Girl, I hope you listen well, don’t joke! How can you laugh at you? Well, I promise to listen carefully! My story is a long story. Ha ha, my wife and I read seven or eight books when we were young. We were introduced to each other at that time. When we met for the first time, she fell in love with me at first sight, but I feel ordinary about her, but I can’t say anything bad about her except her appearance, so we got married naturally. After marriage, she was very kind to me, and she was very considerate inside and outside. Maybe it was a long life, maybe it was Shallow Hal. Slowly, I found that I couldn’t leave her more and more, she seems more and more beautiful in my eyes. I like her big eyes best. Her eyelashes are long and there is with dew water in her eyes, which makes people feel loving. Besides, the twist braid she left when she was young is also my favorite. Most of the time, she would stare at me blankly. When I looked at her, she would lower her head with a smile and her face was slightly red, the amorous feelings of lowering their heads are like blooming water lily, which is very charming! At that time, she told me that she liked to hear me call her a girl most. She liked to follow behind me silently, staring at my back deeply, hoping that the years would be quiet forever. I still remember, at that time, I asked her, I said: Girl, if I had nothing, would you still like to talk to me? She answered without hesitation: Brother, I have followed you in this life! I am willing to follow the ends of the Earth! I have been living in love with her for more than two years. Every time I go out to work, I always see her standing at the entrance of the village and looking around. In the autumn of the third year, I was drafted into the army and participated in the eight-year war of resistance. On the night before leaving, she made a pouch for me overnight. Her name and a pouch were embroidered on the Chinese character fo. For ten years, I had no contact with her. In the years of the fire, I regarded pouch as a Buddha amulet and never left. Every time I thought of her, I took out pouch and touched it carefully. In my impression, I feel that she has always looked like Qingyan plain clothes and is always beautiful. Girl, look! This is the Buddha amulet my girl made for me. The old man said, taking out pouch from his arms. Besides, those were all the shoes and hand-knitted sweaters she made for me in the ten years I left, and those scarves were the birthday gifts I gave her every year after I came back from the army. Ha ha, my girl looks beautiful wearing those scarves, but she is always reluctant to wear them. Looking at the exquisite handmade shoes and clothes in front of me, and the colorful beautiful silk scarves, touching pouch of the old man’s body temperature, my eyes gradually moistened [6] When the old man spoke, I have been listening silently and cannot bear to interrupt. In fact, when I came home from the Army that year, I was both excited and uneasy along the way. I was really more timid in my hometown. I was worried that my girl was not living well, I am also worried that the old family will go to the empty house and be miserable. I clearly remember that when I got home, it was already dark. When I saw the light on in my house, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I looked in through the crack of the door first. I saw my girl holding the sole with her head down on the kerosene lamp. I sorted out my mood and knocked at the door gently: girl, girl, open the door quickly! I’m back! The girl hesitated for a moment, opened the door bolt and opened the door. When she saw me standing at the door, she only said softly: Brother, are you back? Everything seems like I have never left! That night, we didn’t sleep together all night. She leaned on my arms and kept crying. I said to her: silly girl, how did you survive these ten years? Why are you willing to bet on your youth? If I die in battle, my mouth will be blocked by her fingers before I finish speaking. Brother, you are not allowed to say death in the future. This is unlucky! In the past ten years, I never thought you would die. I have always believed that you would not leave me! Every time I tore a calendar, I told myself in my heart that you were one day closer to your home. The old man said this with tears in his eyes. He went to open the wardrobe and held out two big blue-and-white porcelain jars. Girl, look! These two earthen jar were all love letters my girl wrote to me in those ten years. The old man opened the earthen jar, stretched out a stack of calendar and gently put it on my hand. Girl, you can look at the words written by your grandmother. I held that stack of calendar in my hand and felt so heavy. [7] girl, please follow me to see the trees behind my house again! Yeah! Good grandpa. Girl, take a closer look at each tree and see what’s on it? With the direction of the old man’s fingers, I saw a large willow tree and approached. I found that the trunk of every Willow Tree was vaguely written with brother, come back soon! The words. At that moment, I found that the most beautiful scenery in the world belongs here. In the World Fireworks, what can make me love and move more than here, this scene, this story? [8] girl, now, your grandmother’s memory is getting worse and worse, but what she keeps thinking about is that she will call me brother every day when she gets up! Her eyesight is gradually blurred and her walking is gradually swaying. However, I will be her eyes and her crutch. I don’t know what love is, I only know that in my eyes, my girl is the most beautiful! If possible, I would like to ask God to borrow another hundred years to be with her forever! I am not afraid of your jokes. After I came back from the army, I slept with my arms around her every night. In this life, as long as it is the place she walked, as long as it is the thing she touched, all the places with her footprints and fingerprints are the best in my mind, I think her voice is much better than that of silver bell. I think every expression of her is very charming. I am glad that I can marry her in my life! Have her! If she leaves, I will not live alone! Yes, in the red dust, many people yearn for romance, looking for romance and creating romance, but what else can be more romantic than heart-to-heart, staying together, never leaving, and getting older and older together? I think there is a kind of beautiful love in the world. Only by knowing each other can we make it. [9] when I left, the West Sky had Yingman beautiful sunset glow. Looking back, staring at my eyes, I saw the figure of the old man getting younger and younger in the afterglow of the sunset, getting taller and taller, and getting taller and taller. The Weeping Willow, the chrysanthemum, was already a beautiful and unique scenery. Yesterday, I met the most beautiful meeting. The story of the old man is far away from the poetry of this autumn. I know that there is a touch, only the way to go, and there is no way back. Today, my thoughts were scattered like Catkins, and my light spirit was waving, flying to the farm house that made me miss. At this moment, I smell the fragrance of chrysanthemum again. I clearly heard that in the wind, the old man and his girl were whispering the text \rain dancing alone QQ 1904223318

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