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The aftertaste is endless
Fatigue attacks us; bumps accompany us to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I pictured in my mind the endless sea under the blue sky and the playful waves washing against the rocks on the shore. Although I have already sat in the car going home, my heart lingers on and is still intoxicated by the beautiful cave. Memories, memories, scenes from a few hours ago were presented to me one after another, and then I understood what endless aftertaste means...
Excited to go
It’s incredible, I always love to sleep in today I got up around 4 o'clock. After washing up, having breakfast, and carrying the big bags of food prepared last night, I, my brother, my mother, my cousin, and my uncle's family of 8 people "marched" to Dongtou.
The journey is really long. Along the way, I took buses for a while, taxis for a while: roads for a while, and highways for a while. We are finally getting closer to the cave head. The car galloped on the bridge leading to Dongtou, like a horse galloping in the wilderness. It was here that I met the sea for the first time.
The wind came in through the half-open window and blew my hair into a mess. Ah, this wind seems to be mixed with the unique salty smell of the sea breeze, and the powerful sound of the roar of the sea can also be vaguely heard in the whirring sound. These all make me think a lot. I thought of Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea", I thought of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", I even thought of "Robinson Crusoe"... all of these are the reasons and consequences of being impatient.
Enter the shallow gate, go through the deep gate, and cross the Zhuangyuan Bridge. Finally, we arrived at our destination.
Watch Xiandieyan
Xiandieyan, as the name suggests, is famous for a strange rock. After buying the tickets and entering the scenic spot, we were really in for a treat! Xiandieyan "stands" on the cliff by the sea. To say it is strange is not an exaggeration. Look, if you look closely, you will see that it is made of 3 rocks. It's strange to say that the contact area of these three stones decreases from top to bottom, making people feel like they will "fall apart" if the breeze blows. What's even worse is that the stone next to her that looks like it's about to fall is pressing down on her... This really made me take a breath.
“It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side, with different heights near and far.” Later, when we watched it from a distance, we discovered another charm of it. From a distance, it looks like a doll watching the sea. Not to mention the head and body are similar, even the eyes and mouth seem very lifelike. Haha, maybe this person is afraid of heights. When he saw the turbulent sea water below, his "feet went weak" and he was teetering!
Happy Beach
At noon, the sun Becoming more "enthusiastic" like us. After devouring some snacks, we went to the bathing beach in Dashao Scenic Area for a swim!
We changed into swimming suits and put on lifebuoys, and all 8 of us got into the water. The water here is not as blue as expected, maybe because of the recent weather, it is as turbid as the water of the Yellow River "coming from the sky". However, the sea water was surprisingly salty. I choked on it and was so salty that I couldn’t close my mouth from ear to ear.
Stepping on the soft beach, the sea water plays at your feet, bringing you coolness. The waves come one after another, seeming to challenge you. I didn't dare go deeper because I was afraid of being choked. Look in the distance, my uncle and the boys are swimming there. A big wave came and they were all thrown into the water, and even the lifebuoy was blown away. However, before they could recover, another big wave came... As a bystander, I was really sweating for them, but they were so happy that they laughed so hard...
Played for a whole time God, I'm really tired. Close your eyes and fall asleep. I dreamed about the sea, its vastness, its turbulence, its waves and rocks, its sea breeze and salty sea water...
The aftertaste is a happy one. The door opened in the sea of pain. Inside and outside the door, the world was different. Laughter was locked in the door, and I was blocked from the door alone. The days are like a calculator, endlessly checking the endless pi calculations. When the soft spring sunshine shot into my pupils like a sharp sword, I realized that the snowy winter had passed. But I didn't feel the slightest warmth, not even the heat as subtle as hair. I wonder if time is too fast and I am too slow, or is my heart frozen like ice? I placed myself in the strong sunlight, wondering whether it would melt. I only felt that this mixture of warmth and coldness was like flying snow whistling on the equator, dancing, laughing at me, and like a taunt. . I have no other preferences, but I have always been fond of dreams. The world in dreams, the people in dreams, dreams are always my safe haven when I don’t want to face reality. I know that even if the whole world betrays me one day, I can still plunge into the dream I weaved and fall asleep like this until the sun rises again in my heart. Every evening, I watch the sun in the west set little by little in the beautiful crimson color. I can't help but laugh to myself. No matter how bright and dazzling the sun is during the day, it will eventually become darker and lighter when the evening breeze blows. Slowly. Withered and finally swallowed by darkness. If light defeats darkness, then at this moment, it is darkness that suppresses light.
Immersed in the last light of the setting sun, watching it struggle feebly and painfully on the horizon, it is the truth that there is only one sun, and it is even more true that the sun is always alone! Just like the sun, behind the brilliant beauty, there is endless pain. Behind my face with happiness written all over it, there are well-hidden tears mixed with sadness. I understand that my personality will always wander from the Himalayas to the Nile. So did I move from recollection to sadness? But I know that if you want to recall it, you will inevitably feel sad. Rather than saying that sadness is a supporting role in the aftertaste, it is better to say that sadness has already taken over the spotlight. It covers the heart like a transparent water curtain, but not everyone can see it clearly. I remember Guo Jingming wrote in the postscript of Huancheng, I always believe that children who are involved in literature will never be happy. Their happiness is scattered in some unknown place, like naughty children wandering until dawn. Wandering until dawn and still refusing to go home... I believe in this sentence and firmly believe it, just like I believe that the earth revolves around the sun. Insomnia at night is the best time to take advantage of the opportunity. In the dream, the wind blew the wind chimes, pulling me along, and I fell into the aftertaste. In the aftertaste, every smiling face is the clearest, as pure as the first snowflake in January. At that time, I didn’t understand injury or pain, and the ordinary little happiness was shining around me like little stars. No feelings, no sorrow, no thoughts, no pain. In the fragmented memory fragments, there is only the blinding sunshine and the joyful innocence flying like the wind in the embrace of the blue sky in a large field covered with bluebells, with hazy golden yellow scattered all over it. The whole wilderness. This image that cannot be erased and will never go away is always before my eyes. The more I miss it, the sadder it becomes. It is like a sharp knife, carving the same marks on my heart every night. That knife will never become dull, it just keeps carving, carving, until one day the blood soaks the blade and it can no longer carve. I know that the aftertaste will always be accompanied by sadness, as immortal as the inscription on the standing monument to the People's Heroes...or. . . Beautiful aftertaste: The time in the past no longer exists, but what is left to me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about turning back time, but I couldn't do it after all. So, in my heart, all that my past life left me were beautiful aftertaste... I reminisce about spring, the season of birds singing and flowers fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive to children, but cooking and running games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, and under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see them growing vigorously, bathed in the spring sunshine. Those buds, aren’t we the energetic ones? I reminisce about summer, a season full of fresh green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grass growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers are blooming even brighter! Scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as delicate as peonies or as fragrant as jasmine, they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew towards me, getting closer, getting closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It fell on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bees and settling down everywhere. Aren't the bees our hardworking gardeners? I reminisce about autumn, the season of harvest. The fields, as you look, are full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a rolling wave of waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are hanging on the branches, so juicy and mouth-watering. Take a bite and the aroma will overflow, making you unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chatted non-stop. We hadn’t seen each other during the summer vacation, so we couldn’t help but miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn’t that knowledge our harvest? I recall winter, a season filled with warmth. Although the leaves have fallen, you can still occasionally see birds singing on the trees; although the grass has withered and turned yellow, it will grow again next year; although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are still there. There is warmth everywhere. It entrusts the friendship and sincerity of the classmates. Isn’t that blessing the long-lasting warmth? I reminisce about the past and look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with fresh green, destined to harvest, and filled with warmth. Let them leave me with more wonderful aftertaste! or. . . The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are painted in detail, stroke by stroke. Beautiful aftertaste can bring us a lot of warmth and touch. That day, I was bored at home, so I picked up a book and came across an article called "Kiss the Little Witch". This article opened the locks of my heart and released those long-lasting thoughts. Beautiful aftertaste. The article tells the story of a little girl who firmly believes that there are witches in the world and stubbornly believes that she is a witch. Before going to school, she had been living happily in a simple world of witches. However, as she grew older, in order to pass the key schools, she had to do a lot of exercises and attend various cram schools, and her world of witches was shattered. How like the little girl in the story, I thought I was a little witch. My mother said that when I was a child, I was very generous and quiet. I had a light smile and was not as heartless as Sister Azhen next door. How did she know that I did this to maintain the nobility and mystery of the witch?
I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, one morning when I arrived at the school gate, a classmate forgot to wear a red scarf and was stopped by the student on duty. He was running around anxiously. This was a great opportunity for my little witch to perform magic. How could I miss it? The classmate saw me and hurried over: "Little witch, I forgot to wear a red scarf!" "Don't worry, close your eyes, I will use magic to take your red scarf from home." I pretended to recite the spell: "Porphy porphyrin, red scarf, show up!" When the classmate opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some commonly used things in my schoolbag and "change" them for anyone who needs them. At that time, I believed that I needed to continue practicing before I could truly become a magician. But as I grew older, my world of witches disappeared. Looking back on that wonderful time, I was so childish and innocent. I was bathed in the sunshine of happiness every day, and I used my "magic" to help my classmates, and I felt extremely happy. I really hope my witch world will still shine. Everyone may have a good aftertaste. Of course, I am no exception. It was an early summer evening, and I was walking alone on a quiet path, aimlessly. Suddenly, a little boy attracted my attention. He looks very black, like a lump of coal. Seeing him looking around, curiosity drove me to take a look. "Little brother, what are you looking for? Brother, help you!" "My keys disappeared in a blink of an eye. My parents are about to get off work, and I have to go back to cook!" As he said this, two drops of beans were as big as The tears fell down. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and ran back quickly. "That's it!" I came to him panting. "That's right, thank you, big brother. My name is Xiaohu. Come and sit at my house." Before I could recover, he had already dragged me to his house. "Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" I asked humorously. "No, big brother, you are such a good person, how can you be a bad person?" Seeing his affirmative expression, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, "I kicked your key to the river." I hesitated. Speaking of. "My dad said, if you can only correct your mistakes, you are a good kid!" Just like that, we got to know each other. In this way, we became best friends. Later, we often played together. However, I was short-lived. After being together for a month, he said he wanted to move back to his hometown again. Just like that, we never met again. I remember when parting, he said: "Brother, we will meet again, right?" "Well, we will definitely." Although we never met again, our friendship did not end. In this month, I learned a lot. That was the best memory in my life. To this day, I still remember it fresh. Years are like songs, six years of primary school life is like the clouds of yesterday, so beautiful; like a cup of light bitter melon juice - after all the hardships, the joy comes. My teachers, my classmates, my classroom, my desk, make me unforgettable: six years of primary school life , it was they who accompanied me through this journey. Regardless of the ups and downs in the past six years, or the affectionate farewell to my classmates on graduation day, when I walked out of school, my legs felt like they were filled with lead: Goodbye, alma mater! The tug-of-war competition in the sixth grade allowed me to appreciate the true meaning of the relationship between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I remember that day clearly - December 5th. I just walked into the classroom and was greeted by a warm atmosphere. Four words were written on the blackboard: Unity. All the students' cheeks were as hot as tomatoes - their blood was boiling. I understood that all this was caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames" - encouragement. When the announcement was announced to go to the playground, there was a "swipe" sound and everyone got up and ran to the playground. Then the first game was the long-awaited tug-of-war match for our girls' team. There was an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering certificate. The teacher's expectations for us have become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to get first place. "Hush -" the whistle sounded, we were ready, everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered us loudly, and the classmates in Class 605 also kept cheering Give us a cheer. Rope, rope, you have to give us a voice! Teachers and students screamed at the top of their lungs, we must win! It’s true that “the emperor and heaven pays off his conscientious people”! We finally won the first game. The next game was also the most important one. The game became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually gave us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and thousands of words turned into tears that overflowed from our eyes. Thinking of the unforgettable six years of primary school, I couldn't help but ask my former teachers and classmates: How are you? There are many beautiful aftertaste left in life. They are like shining pearls on the beach, allowing you to pick them up from time to time and chew them carefully. The night was eerily quiet, not even a breath of wind. A few sparse stars in the sky twinkled, and the fires in several houses in the distance were extinguished, but I still sat on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. "Friends" by Zhou Huajian was playing on the radio, which reminded me of the days when I left my alma mater: The rain was pouring, and I held an umbrella and wandered alone on the campus. How beautiful it is here - full of flowers and shaded by green trees. Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter and laughter, and the sound of books was everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road to study in a different place. The flagpole on the campus stands upright. On many Monday mornings, we have held flag-raising ceremonies here. On that playground, the passion when we held the school sports meeting was left behind.
The teaching building is already in front of me, so kind and familiar, it reminds me of Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge", "Gently I leave, just as lightly I came" In the blink of an eye, the past has disappeared. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish faces of the friends were left. Unforgettable! Unforgettable, why did it come so quickly. I suspect: It is the sunshine that comes and goes quietly every day when we don't care; it is the beautiful dandelion flowers that fly up gently and fall again. My alma mater is my glass shell. I want to stay in it forever, but I know this is a fantasy and impossible. Finally, I stepped out of my glass shell and stared into the future. That day I discovered that the sky and the soil are in harmony with each other. Just like that, I left.
Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and it is impossible to come back...
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