Three environments under the eaves -- mengtianlan

In the middle school stage, I like my favorite essay. Let's go!

Rain or ice cream drips down or hangs down the roof above your head. In childhood in the country, you may find a dry horse-sitting or lying down, the sound of the broken gold and broken Jade keeps ringing in your ears, like knocking on the door of the unopened virginity.

This is almost a realm.

If a dog jumps in front of you, and you don't have to worry about it, the dog is shouting and hiding under the eaves of others. It will shake its tail and come back without a cup of tea. Then you get up and pat the grass on your ass. With a casual look, the dog will look down at you. At this time, the eaves are naturally like the common scenery outside the window, and you are too lazy to worry about it.

The leaves of Wutong tree fell and fell again, rape flowers were yellow and yellow, and an old-eyed oil lamp was still shining brightly. Opening or closing a door quietly under the eaves does not seem to matter. Time is like a stubborn child, or pulling a few tiles without reason, or playing a prank to put a few vicissitudes of life, only the lush vines and vines climb up the eaves, you don't know how to make a comparison, so you decide to carry a few tiles out, because you don't know the vicissitudes of life.

A restless heart can hold a moment of attachment, and the eaves are like a silent old man who sends you a hasty and brilliant back with a deep gaze. When you look back, the eaves will become shorter, and the oblique edges and corners will become blurred and invisible. Only the road ahead will be clear.

In the days of wind, rain, sweet, bitter, and spicy, more and more people will overwhelm you, and more things will plague you, you're confused, you're frustrated, you're confused, you're helpless, and sometimes you're hiding in a nobody's corner and screaming a few times. At this moment, the eaves are a kind of luxury, a kind of surging emotion that not only captures the liver and scratches the lungs.

This is almost a realm.

Gradually, the word "if" does not exist in your vocabulary. Life needs to be like a bay like the eaves, with the silence of the day and the night, let the original belongs to your freedom your dream grows quietly in the boring look ...... When you see your own eaves, the ancient fairy tale fable has collapsed, but you are still far away from the vicissitudes of life. As a result, you know that life needs to be as vast as the vast land in the sky, so that your sun will burn you, so that your moon will wash you, so that the secular dust will continue to overwrite and polish you, distance is the true meaning of life.
 
The road is always infinite. Spring wind also like to run, the hot summer has been far away from home, the autumn is sliding to the Deep Valley step by step, the winter frost and snow premeditated will climb your forehead ...... What about your eaves?

Oh, this is your eaves. You have a face of pride. Your eaves are very high. This is the height of your life!

At this moment, you are sitting in a building in XX hutong, XX Street. Although it cannot form a unique landscape in a modern city, however, the solid cement structure has made you not care about any sudden heavy winds and rain.

You seldom go out. You lock all the vicissitudes of your experience into the Sandalwood of your memory, or move a small chair to the balcony at dusk to see the geese rolling to the cloud, let's see how the bloody sunset steps down the opposite hill.

This -- why is it not another realm ?!

Yes, you may not see the current or old eaves every time you look up, but I believe that every time you look up your head is always calm in your life.