The text of the old a long time ago. . . .
That Lianwan road other brothers directly home and I beard Driving back to the master, the master let me drive. Because the police to seize the master will be miserable, so we walk the path. I drive a more stable road is also cooked, so the master is not me alone, half-squint nap.
Road, is that ordinary rural roads, the edge of the tree rows are. The evening sun from the window side oblique come in, people in rural areas outside the car or walking or cycling are on the way home, the car is very quiet. Always have a kind of a vague sense of what is particular and familiar, and yet capture not live. Until it happened to one turned around and saw that round of blood-red sunset horizon, dusty, suddenly rushes out of memory before. Eyes seemed to see a group of juvenile riding a bicycle in a sad way back, sun on their shoulders, sprinkle Phi. They ride in the mountains the road, all the way laughter, close to the mountains eyeful green onions, along the sides of the river, such as a graceful of nepotism surrounding the valley between the scales in the sun shine like tens of thousands.
Home is a small town surrounded by endless mountains, the sky until it connects with the city sit in a basin where falls. The mountains and bright, young passion and energy to be presented to them. Home there is a provincial key school, I and my buddies were all inside the school. We are a group of good and bad results, but they energetic, often stir up trouble at school, the teachers headache. Done some bad things in retrospect would still laugh uncontrollably.
Meet every weekend then out picnic. Means of transport is the bicycle. The boys are generally coachman, girls are ready to eat. Really every week to go, ah, a short time in the suburbs, plenty of time to ride on the hills (real fun places that are in the mountains). Sometimes ate solid food, and sometimes cooking. Mountains, clean air and humid, though also a product out of a deep sweetness. Streams are merged into the mountains and springs, are transparent like glass, cold as ice. Less than half an hour to swim inside of the lips will be purple. I remember once in place at the junction of two rivers for swimming, we lost several pairs of shoes and glasses, along the way on the ride back to town barefoot. Back to the city's direction is the direction of the sun fall. The mountains are always blood red sunset, the sunset-changing color that only nature can Xuanmu outlined.
The time is gone forever young, playmate is also scattered around the Quartet. More and more modern means of transport, and now even begin to learn car. A few days ago a friend called to his home, they also soon to be on the car. Next time back, but no one may be driving a car everywhere, and just kind of enjoy the feeling of energy is hard to sway youth to experience. We have been submerged in a heavy and bitter in life, for the family, and self-striving. Group of young figure and laughter, will become increasingly blurred in the memory.
"On how well"? Beard master woke up, muttering ask me. "They can be." I smiled and said to him.
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