Inthemorning,Iwalkedtheroad,walkinginadreamofme。 Intheearlymorningdewisnotdownwhen,inthelastnightofresidualstarhasnotreturnwhen,inacuckoohasnotcrow,Iatthecrossroadsslightlystoodandwalkedbrisklythroughthefamiliarandunfamiliarstreets。Donotknowme,willIforgetthepeoplecannotseemeonce,Istillsilentlyinthemiddleofhisdoor。 Thatroadseemstobeveryshort,muchshorterthanachild,itisverylongandverylong,walkinghereasifinalongdreamgraduallywakeup。DawnisnotHei,coolbreezeblowing,apersonwhogetsupearlyinthemorningonmysidehurried,youthrunning,walkingtheaunt,highschoolstudents,tocleanthestreetsofsanitationworkers,assoonaspossibletoselltheaunt。。。Ifinallyfeltaveryfamiliaratmospheretopavement: Itwasanoldhouse,lowlowlocatedbehindthetall,paleblueskyintheveilsofthestrandsofXiaYunrulikelightcoverit,Shaoqing,andreturnthe,skyandsoChengnet,liketheeyesofElNino。Redbrickseveralweathered,afterrepair,bookslogans,wroteadvertising,groundcement,ablackpaintbrush,andfinallyallisovershadowedbyyearsofdust,themarkisblurred,windandrainthenexposeitpeeledoffonelayeratatime,apieceofcomplexformation。Thewindowunderthedarktrees,grassgreentiles。Inthisrowuponrowoftallbuildingsbehinditislonelyandhelpless,unique,Fengqingthinclouds,mistyXiHu,letmyeyesabrightatthesametimealsoletmeknowitisastory。 Itdoeshaveastory,notjustitsstory,isI:themistydawnalldriftingfurtherandfurtheraway,andgraduallyclearup,timeseemstoflowbackwards。ThisiswhereIgrewup,itcarriesmychildhood,whenIwasachildIjuststareatthecommonyard,butIchosetoseesomethingnewandfun,whenIwasachildifthewronged,thebestwayistocomebackhereinmylittlebedagoodsleepwhattroublesareforgotten,Iherelearnedalotofknowledge,inmyfailureencounteredsetbacksIwillbeheretopickup,isitgivesmenewhope。Isitsilentlyselflessnosmellofinclusiveoftheoncenaivewaywardme,meticulouscareoftheoncetheyoungmind。Althoughleavethereformanyyears,manythingshavebeenforgotten,butithasneverfaded,itstillkeptinmyheartthemostsoftplace,bearingmymostbeautifulmemories。 yard,seetheyarddeeploftysky,seetheskyYinhuicoldsprinkledmoon,seethemoonbehindthequietandbrightstars。。。 InthefaceofthelongdreamIfinallywokeup,wenttoitcamenearandreachedouttotouchit,hasafastcoldbrandsegmentinourmidst,infrontoftheconstruction,pleasedonotclose。Isitgoingtobetorndown?Inmyheartthereisastrangefeeling,asifitwerelosingsomethingimportant。AsIwalkedpast,Iwenttothedoor,thedooracrossthetwoworlds,foralongtime,andthedoorthatIhadneverknown。。。。。。 五年级:音。半夏