Speaking of dusk, always give a person a kind of destruction fake oakleys, refuse, aging and gloomy, the ancients cloud: the setting sun is infinite good, just near evening. But in my life memory, however one evening let amazing things, and let me enjoy the fantasy and beautiful sunrise generally.

Many years ago a afternoon. The sun was going down fast, piedmont ridge was full of sunset after the colour, hazy, and 4 excessive, I'm on a crop ZhuCao cut the field and the green corn leaves brush on my face, and free. Generating the idea of slow rest, so full of grass cut the basket carriers on DeGeng, carry out of a literary magazine prayerful reading up, with a glow falls on the page and I feel it like water, gently over words, the ripples on the filar silk, stirred the sense of sorrow in my heart, like the rivers flowing not far away, in a short while the stormy, in a short while screen sound static gas.

Book or in turn, the beauty of the colour to be conveniently jump, such as inspiration clear notes, glaring singular ray of light, the ancients says, the book has the gold room, the book has YanRuYu, I like to be charmed feeling all is coming, will be in such a beautiful sunset, appear the miracle of life. This is the place where I was born, I am familiar with idealds is horizontal Chen in my sight, full mountains full va, have I let go of the footprint of the sheep, cutting grass footprint, carrying bag the footprint of the school, I left it already three years, three years I was in a forest of the seedlings from cutting trees down, but the heart of the text to let I ended up with this life, total feel and one of the biggest wish didn't come true, so that one afternoon, I made my life the most important since the choice, to go back to school and into my longing text depths, and also to the life of another kind of form out of the mountain village. I said to my parents, I cut a trip after the last straw, tomorrow will go to school, mother mute wash the ZhuCao, with full wrinkles write helpless; Father with a hoe resistance, muttered: to study, the eldest brother a lot of, this marry daughter-in-law. Then turned back into the ground, and I know how disappointed I let father. Some experience deep old man deceived me, and the effect is afraid I have packed, I failed, have no face to folks. And some harsh words, said I lazy, escape from labor, and so on.

An evening little dark night breeze of a cooler, rivers dopie, sound waves more ring, the pages of text in but vague, I sat motionless. Corn from the woods footsteps, is my partner three trees, he carry the same grass basket carriers, urge me to go home. I want a man sat down, and let him go back. No one now understand a young heart fantasy of many dream, it is the fate of unyielding, yearning for a better life, the inherent my material will be useful one interpretation. See the change of the sunset on agains t, I hope to have a RuChuan big stroke down, let people appreciate it outside the mountain of color, and heard the canyon GuDang of wars, I hope to have a cavity inspiration to write it verve, let out of the generality of the read it deep, feet warm feeling of the earth, I hope to have a broad and love, and offer the most sincere wishes, and express heaven thick soil favor. Old country so quiet, so this moisture heart at dusk, the writer LiuQing there is a famous: "life in only a few steps it often." My mind is not a shred of moved, I am afraid my companions give me back down, I'm afraid on the way home to see old father jose hoe but return, let me distractions, I afraid at the entrance of the great elm tree, have a pair of the right eye dazzle I temperament.

The long grass with the worm and sound, pure and beautiful, the woods shout JiuJiu pre-recorded, sound pleasing to the ear. I seem to hear the voice of the to recite the text in class, the teacher in the blackboard writing voice swell, students whisper voice. The teacher said I composition of good, so every time the thesis revises down, to the students read my writing, I don't know any use in the future, but try to write well. But three years ago in a classroom, I've listened to the teacher read my words, melodious sound in the ear, and I was called back to the home parents, let me and the village three trees, etc partner to a farm, and take time mountain village still was full of sunlight, is ZaoXia, according to on my heavy bags, a young of oppression and atrial lost to home, the confusion and dull ache extends to the thousands of miles away in the primitive forest, I all day and trees, machetes, dealing with a saw, and the hornets wild cane and rock doing the contest, in heavy snow mountain in the day, in the rain drenched in the shed, I still holding the chi love books, in the characters in the story for the book, and the emotional and intoxicated, also meaningless ramblings some text, lenovo if in the school, the teacher read aloud in class, students envy vision in my general flicking from, what a pleasure!
I know, I'm not a poet in YuKangQiao tolerance and special disconsolate, know his home is a tree of delicate grass, coming up and helpless. But face the home, in a destiny in the afternoon, I don't what many associations. My choice not wrong, just as my partner, children, in this small village, someone chose to study the carpenter, someone to join the army, to study medicine, someone when masons, someone to sell medicine. As I rolled bedding from the mountain pass by the county, in the village a few partner to go to xi 'an vendor sickle blade, I at that time the heart hot, with them in xian the nest for a while, you get capital, but not the arrival of the goods sold, fortunately, a county in the village of our relatives, everybody just find a way around, but after the blade is shipped back to, I was ashamed to peddle at the fair, afraid of meet an acquaintance, be afraid of being laughed at for me, made a put stall in person, to avoid embarrassing, I take a part of his loss to jilt to others; And by a bamboo chi chuo injury home, village cadres mobilization I signed up to join the army, but I reject an, it's not that I don't love the military, the army ChiLiang is also NongMen fly out of a shortcut, but should do one thing did not complete, disobeyed, can't just a walk it.

The "my hero" aim at the four winds ah, I then closed the hands of magazines, eyes suddenly a light, feel and a glow, fell on fine book covers, the original this magazine cover is the sunset and the combination of sunset, the background is profound blue sky, green crops, lifelike is exquisite, this world oakley sunglasses, like divine inspiration