Another spring sorrow

In the past, every spring season, my geological team and I were going to the grassland again. My luggage was full of my father’s exhortation and mother’s nagging, there is also the deep treasure of friends. At that time, the road to the grassland was full of sand. We took an open truck, and the wheels speeding northward covered my eyes looking at my hometown from the south, looking up at the blue sky through the smoke and dust, I occasionally see a eagle sculpture flying over the yellow grass. On such a road, we have to walk for four days and four nights before we can reach the place where we work. It is really the way to the stars and the moon, the food is open, and the clothes are covered with yellow dust, the truck was bumping with dust-filled homesickness and spring sorrow, which filled the grassland. I took off my a hood and looked up at the sky with the dust on my face. The proud eagle sculpture, bearing my eyes and the homesick spring sorrow, circled over the grassland. Alas! When I arrived at the hinterland of the grassland, the grass was not green yet. A few pieces of residual snow and a lot of yellow flowers covered my chest. There was no green grass. The herdsmen had not come to graze cattle and sheep yet. The empty grassland, only a hint of spring breeze swept through alone. Faded the dusty robe, washed the mud on my face, carried my geological bag, picked up a round and pointed geological small hammer, took my geological team members and the thick spring sorrow, dissolved into the vast yellow. Although the grassland is vast and broad, the emptiness is so mellow and loneliness is so pure. Our geological team members are so small. If the grassland is compared to the Yellow Sea at this time, we are not as small as a drop of water. Spring sorrow is small, spring sorrow is weak. For several days, when we came back with sunset glow, the grass was green, the herders came, and the cattle and sheep also came. The old felt room, like XINGX, was scattered on the green grass, every felt room is full of beautiful dreams. The old story was still carried on the shabby Leech, which creaked and the long and sad sound of horse head string instrument echoed melodiously on the grassland. Spring sorrow is still the spring sorrow, just changed the color. Along the road that I walked back and forth for ten years, I walked out of the grassland with the homesickness and spring sorrow that I couldn’t wipe away. It was also in the spring that I met her. She is brilliant. She is not as rough and bold as a prairie girl. No prairie girl rides a horse and runs a grassland a fine poise. She will not burn Buffalo chips of fragrant milk tea like a prairie girl. However, she has a beautiful face like a prairie girl and a pair of big talking eyes. She has the same hardships and hardships as a prairie girl. She has the same thrift as a Prairie Girl and the same tenderness as a prairie girl, it has the same understanding as grassland girls. Therefore, I am willing to talk with her about the troubles in life. She can always tell the right and wrong in life clearly, and put the shortcomings in life that belong to me, such a tactful and peaceful way, the feeling of consideration and help always makes me feel extremely ashamed. Her clear and lingering stream once washed my worries and sorrows and moistened my soul that was about to be impatient. She is in the far south, but our love seems to be close at hand. Even so, I can’t repay her comfort and caress to me. It is difficult to see you again. Helpless! Missing has become a different kind of spring sorrow. But this spring sorrow Yingman the happiness of missing, as well as the tenderness and lingering in my dream, which makes me remember forever.

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