Beside the warm fire, it always makes people depraved, and the sleepy and hazy eyes are about to enter the dream fragrance.

"Xia Qing" shouted quietly, so frightened that she hurriedly opened her eyes, and her body couldn't help but be stunned.

Tranquility quickly stood up, and hurriedly began to pack up the things on the ground, it was still five o'clock in the morning, and the sky did not mean to be bright, she urged them to hurry up and put on their shoes and get ready to go.

The nagging sound did not affect their drowsiness at all, and they still sat motionless and took a nap.

"Let's go, let's go!" Tranquility raised her voice, like a heart-rending cheerleader on the sports field.

Lin Jiajia stood up a little ungodly, looking at Tranquility with confused eyes.

She laughed "haha", as if the loud noise had done something, and their drowsiness had been woken up by her success.

Han Bin echoed her horn sound, put on Kaogan's warm shoes, put on the backpack on the side, and shouted at them to hurry up.

"How about we sing? Maybe time will pass quickly." "Everyone thinks the quiet proposal is a good one.

In the early hours of this quiet and peaceful morning, the riverbank of Woodwind Town resounded (the story of time)

"Spring flowers, autumn wind, and winter sunset

Melancholy youth, I used to think ignorantly

The windmill flows every day in the song of the four seasons

In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year

The story of flowing water and taking away time changes a person

It was the sentimental youth that was waiting for the first time

Yellowed photographs, old letters, and faded Christmas cards

I'm afraid you've forgotten the songs you wrote when you were younger

The vows of the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook........"

The good years of the past are all beautiful and unforgettable, but we can never go back to the past, once we studied in the same world, enjoyed the shade under the same big tree, chased in the same playground, and worked hard in the same class.

In the past two years, too many changes have taken place, and too many unexpected things have happened, so that our original simple hearts have to accept the complexity of this era.

After 7 o'clock in the morning, the sky began to get dark again and slowly brightened, and a slight glimmer of light was already seen on the side of the mountain in the distance, and the roosters in the village were crying one after another to get people up, and the cabbage in the soil had been surrounded by snow, and only a small vegetable top was exposed.

"How long will it take?" Xia Qing's voice was extremely depressed, she had never suffered so much, and this time it was really difficult for her, she was the most amazing person among several people.

"Soon, soon, we'll be there soon. Han Bin always comforted her in such a tone, making her feel that hope was not far from her, very close.

"In 2007, it was really unforgettable, especially in this winter, a bunch of chattering moods, I once again experienced a real, a real taste. Xia Qing said with great emotion.

It's also life like this, we shake the black and white turn, the reincarnation of the four seasons, polish every water chestnut we have, understand the unusual life, learn to swap angles, understand the symphony of fate, just like every kind of weather given in the four seasons, when the sky is sunny facing the sea, when it rains, remember to bring an umbrella for yourself.

After walking for almost twenty hours, I finally reached the slope of the sheep's pedals, and at this time I was about to walk downhill, and my feet, which had been overloaded, began to tremble, and I was afraid to take this step.

Standing in the place of Changyan, at a glance can accept the sheep pedals, looking at the vast mountain, the tightly surrounded sheep pedal town, the smoke is gone, and the familiar feeling all poured into my mind, turning to every corner of my heart.

An hour passed, and it was already 15 o'clock in the afternoon, and with crooked steps, I finally stepped on this familiar old street, looking at the big yellow fruit tree on the corner of the street, and the steel wire bridge with wooden planks, lonely across the river.

When you see the yellow fruit tree under the street corner, you will think of many years ago, when you used to stand under the tall yellow fruit tree, waiting for you to come out of the house for dinner, and then sit quietly under the tree, discussing difficult English words and headache geometry and mathematics.

It was June and July, and the leaves of the yellow fruit tree were luxuriant, and there was the sound of shimmering leaves colliding everywhere the wind passed.

A person stands under the tree, looking up at the leaves of the tree spread on the big branches, green and tender, like a dream of sunlight shining directly through the leaves, it is like wearing a dream wedding dress, amazing.

Now in winter, the yellow fruit tree has no leaves, and only the lonely branches are left waiting for the leaves to meet again, just as she is looking forward to meeting him.

The sound of firecrackers was deafening, and she looked at Han Bin with quiet and shocked eyes, because the direction from which the sound came was too familiar to her, she quickened the pace of walking, and when she got closer and closer, there was the sound of the Taoist priest sending her way, she suddenly stopped, and stood there stupidly, as if she was electrocuted, unable to step her steps.

Not far away, there were people wearing white cloths with filial piety and attending the funeral, and at this moment she realized that she had come back a step too late.

Han Bin followed closely, he stood beside her, and whispered sorry all the way, maybe he knew that sorry at the moment was useless.

Tranquility looked at him with wandering eyes, and asked in a crying voice, "You already knew, didn't you? You know that his mother is gone?" Her voice became more and more indistinct, and her words became more and more indistinct, holding her head with both hands, and squatted in the middle of the street and cried.

He said to himself, "Why? Why is this happening, you said you wanted to see me, and I was trying to get back, but it was still too late." It took a lot of effort for Han Bin to help her up.

Lin Jiajia was also stupid by everything in front of her, she didn't want to believe that all this was true, the aunt who used to be always smiling and grinning, said and left in the past half a year.

"What's wrong this year, why are we all so sad!" Xia Qing said weakly.

They were exhausted at the moment, and seeing all this was undoubtedly worse, even colder than the heavy snow of this winter.

"Actually, the phone call last night was made by Han Chen, and I didn't tell you, because even if I told you at the time, it would be too late. Han Bin was trying extremely hard to explain to her.

"You should have told me earlier, so that I wouldn't be as disappointed as I am now, because I came back with great hopes, hoping that I could convince my aunt to fight for me and Han Chen a little, even a little, but now that little hope is all gone. "Her voice is small and heartbreaking to hear.

Life is always so unsatisfactory, the days are still long, and we are all very faint existences in the torrent of the times.