It was a poetic dusk, the sun was scattered, the birds were flying slowly, and the two rows of poplar trees at the school gate were as dark as ink.
You sit in the battery car, with your legs propped up on the ground, quietly staring at the school gate.
I just finished the exam and jumped out of the school gate, in the crowd
I glanced at the weaving army of waiting, and I found you,
His body was emaciated, his hair was gray, and his rough face was bronzed by the sunlight sprinkled from the forest.
I called out to My Dad and beckoned, so you finally had an expression and smiled and put my bag home.
The poplar trees around him ran straight toward the school, and
We drifted away from the school, and the corners of my mouth fluttered with smiles. you
As if sensing my excitement, he asked, "Go home."
Are there any plans for the future?" I paused and asked cautiously:
"Is it a play plan or a learning plan?" You didn't speak, eyes
Staring intently at the road ahead, it seems that there is an endless beauty.
I knew it was time for you to think about it, so I did
I also counted the "roadblocks" in the exam just now,
Only then did he break the long silence, "adjust, consolidate, enrich, and raise."
The "high" eight-character policy is resolutely implemented. You nodded. I saw a slight smile on the side of your face. Looking at the delicate sunset in the sky, I can't help but fall into contemplation, many years later, one day, I grew up, with my own companion I still sit in the back, looking at the scenery, and the cyclist has changed, looking at the man I love, I can't help but think of a man, his emaciated body, gray and white. A man who can't help but go through the vicissitudes of many years appeared in his mind. Suddenly I was pulled back from the dream by the kind voice of my life, listening to my father's old voice, looking at the delicate sunset, thinking about the future life in my dream, I knew that my father was getting older day by day. I leaned against my father's strong back, and a tear fell from the corner of my eye.
Grateful for youth with you, we have grown up inadvertently, and our father is constantly getting old on the way to our growth, grateful for my father, youth has you,
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