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Author: Bing Xin
Recitation: Yao Ke
The sound of rain gradually stopped, and a clear light came faintly behind the curtains. Push open the window and take a look, Ah! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants on the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescence, flickering and moving. I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lights, there would be such a beautiful picture!
Standing by the window for a while, I felt slightly cold and invading. Turning around, he was suddenly dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light clouds, a glow, only soaked in the angel painting on the wall. This white-robed Angel, holding the flowers and flapping her wings, smiled slightly at me.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere, when have I been..." I unconsciously sat under the window and thought, silently.
The curtain of the tightly closed heart slowly opened, gushing out an impression from five years ago. A long trail. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch was flowing. The green trees near the village are all shrouded in wet smoke. A crescent moon like a bow, hanging in the treetops. As I walked, it seemed that there was a child next to the road, holding a pile of bright white things. The donkey passed, and inadvertently looked back, and he was holding the flower, barefoot, smiling slightly at me.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still think, silently.
A heavy curtain appeared again, and it slowly opened up, gushing out an impression from ten years ago. The rain under the thatched eaves fell drop by drop on the clothes. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps swirled around wildly. The wheat and grape racks in front of the door are very brightly lit up in new yellow and green. After a while, it was easy to rain and clear, and I hurried downhill. When I saw the moon coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that something had been forgotten, stood still, and turned back. The old woman in this hut, leaning against the door, holding the flowers, smiled softly at me.
This equally delicate expression, like a gossamer, fluttered and closed together.
At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to a fairyland, like returning to hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of my eyes melted in the harmony of love for a while, and I couldn't see clearly.
