Early summer Sailimu Lake River, yellow and purple hillsides covered with wild chrysanthemum, ink blue water suffused with silver, are vying to flock to the shore, facing us, the rare visitors from the city.
The shore of the lake shore gravel was washed bright, round, flat, long ...... I love the way You Lan inserted into the water to pick it up for me a very cordial of these pebbles, But the cold water so that I could not help then shrink back.
I came to this sea-like lake-like. In my hometown Yantai Harbor Lane, was also a silver blue water and sandy beaches, summer sun and the knee did not walk barefoot in water, then cleaned up the sultry heart and lung of the sea, so I have a blue water full of love. Till I join the army to the western regions border, the hometown of that sea, and that water will be printed on the packed hole is the Gobi sand of my eyes.
The long-trip Sailimu Lake hope to think again aroused my sea, thoughts of home.
Standing still in the lake, despite the rising breeze'S NOTE, the lake shore, I miss the far east coast of the comfortable old age parents and Yantai mountain flowers.
With the pace of everyone to leave the shore, toward the green only in Xinjiang have satin-like grass.
Floor grass you have not seen the ankle, beads hanging in the grass on the Yi spent by the wind, the distant mountains to erect a lush pine.
Eyes looking at the extreme extension of the purpose of prairie, in the city is so closed minds are open, under exhaustive.
We sat cross-legged barefoot on the grass plays a game of remote "Diushou Juan" game. This game in my childhood was extremely cordial and sweet. I am often at the seaside and the kids Diushou Juan, there are times, the sea breeze into the red handkerchief volume on the day, like a handkerchief, like kites circled, and finally landed in the blue sea.
On the lawn of the game has changed to the most interesting, "I love you." Wai grass into a circle 12 companions left to say "I love you", right, said: "shameless", amused everyone laughs at broken belly. Whoami roll down like a fat top, like the grass, cloud droplets stained barefoot Hui, Ah Hao trousers infected grass green, Shoko naughty funny that the smiling faces of Zonda, "Ha ha ha" laughter of our gang size of the boys and girls back to the era of innocence.
Yes ah, childhood is beautiful, I really do not want grow up.
Laughing like a pearl-like floating down the Sailimu Lake River on the grass.
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Author: kalakashi
