"Hey, Uncle Hu, do you see if that is Wang Dalong, I see that figure looks like him, can you see it?"

Walking in front of the star wheat field, Lin Kai took Uncle Hu's arm and pointed to a fat figure in the wheat field in the distance and said.

"Hey, don't say it, I think it's the same, it's just a little ...... Fast, it's a bit fast to cut wheat, I think this way, he is at least twice as fast as ordinary people can cut wheat. ”

Old Uncle Hu looked at the figure pointed by Lin Kai in the wheat field with empty eyes, and it really looked like Wang Dalong, but the only thing that made Old Uncle Hu feel that it didn't look like Wang Dalong was that the speed of cutting wheat was very fast, and it didn't look like Wang Dalong's style.

"Let's take a closer look, let's go!"

Lin Kai smiled slightly, since they are about to leave, it is better to get closer and see if it is Wang Dalong, anyway, no matter whether that figure Lin Kai is wrong or not, at least now Lin Kai can confirm that Wang Dalong is in this wheat field.

"Wang Dalong!

Walking closer, Lin Kai finally determined that the figure was indeed Wang Dalong, but he didn't know what kind of madness he was doing, he was cutting wheat so hard, and almost no one around him could compare with Wang Dalong.

"Oh, isn't this Lin Kai and Uncle Hu, what's the matter with you, what are you doing here?"

Lin Kai's voice seemed to be a little smaller, Wang Dalong not far away didn't hear it, he was still concentrating on cutting wheat, but a woman who was relatively close to Lin Kai got up from the wheat field and kept looking at Lin Kai and Uncle Hu.

"I, I'm here to find Wang Dalong. ”

Lin Kai nodded, pointed to Wang Dalong not far behind the woman, and said that he was coming to find Wang Dalong.

"This is not good, Wang Dalong is now the fastest one of us who cuts wheat here, if you call him away, I'm afraid that we who cut wheat will have no motivation, do you have any urgency to find him? Lin Kai, look, the wheat field is about to be cut now, as long as this wheat field is finished, you can continue to the next wheat field, you see...... Can you wait?"

The woman turned around and glanced at Wang Dalong behind her, and then looked at Lin Kai's eyes again, revealing a little embarrassed, now it is indeed a little difficult to do, I don't know what to do, Lin Kai is definitely Wang Dalong's best friend, all the people in this village can see it, but now the wheat harvesting really needs Wang Dalong to take the lead, which makes it a little difficult for her to do it.

"This ...... Forget it, it's not a big deal, don't be in a hurry, then let Wang Dalong continue to do the meeting, and when the star wheat field is finished, I will look for him. ”

Lin Kai hesitated for a while, but finally waved his hand and walked back with Uncle Hu, ready to leave, but he could only wait for Wang Dalong to finish cutting the star wheat field.

"Old Uncle Hu, now there is not much wheat left in the star wheat field, should we also go up and help, anyway, I will leave soon, but ......"

Lin Kai and Uncle Hu were standing on the edge of the star wheat field, which was already on the edge of the mountain, and it was already some distance away from the wheat harvest.

"But what, Lin Kai, you talk about it, see if I can help you with anything?"

Old Uncle Hu was a little confused, this has obviously been good, why did Lin Kai suddenly feel a little worried, what was the reason.

"No, no, it's not a difficult thing, I'm just a little worried, Uncle Hu, you see, it's still early, I'm afraid there are still about three or four hours before I return to the village after dark, but the star wheat field is immediately finished, and the speed of cutting the wheat completely exceeds the expected level, if people go to the moon wheat field to cut the wheat after cutting the moon wheat field and find that the wheat there has been cut, will it be very troublesome at that time, now all the elders have gone to hold a meeting of the elders, and the barbarian uncle has also gone, and now the most powerful here should be your old Uncle Hu, will you be a little difficult to do then, I am thinking about what to do then." 。 ”

Lin Kai waved his hand, saying that he was not in any difficulty, it was completely because he was a little worried, how to explain it later, and a little worried about whether Tiger Stone would be a little difficult at that time.

"This, Lin Kai, you can rest assured, there will never be the kind of thing you imagined, why, because the original plan of the star wheat field was to be cut the night after tomorrow, but now I don't know what's going on, it's done ahead of schedule, then the villagers will use this time to rest and rest, even if they don't rest for two days, a day off is at least, rest assured, when they start cutting the wheat in the moon wheat field tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the meeting of respecting the elders has already been held, no matter what, regardless of whether there is a result of the discussion, the elders will definitely give an explanation to the villagers at that time, so you don't have to worry about me." , When the wheat in Huixing's wheat field is finished, you can just find an excuse to leave with Wang Dalong, don't worry. ”

Old Uncle Hu's eyes rolled, sorted out all these things, and finally confirmed that Lin Kai's worries were completely unnecessary, but Lin Kai was not from Qiumu Village after all, and it was normal not to understand these rules, so Old Uncle Hu didn't say much, just explain it clearly.

"Okay, then let's find a sickle and go there to cut wheat and work, after all, everyone else is working there, and the two of us are embarrassed to stand here, although we are going to the meeting with the elders, but after all, we didn't enter the meeting, so we should not watch here." ”

Lin Kai tugged on Uncle Hu's shoulders and said slowly, but what he said was indeed reasonable.

"Okay, then let's go over and cut the wheat, and strive to finish the wheat as soon as possible, and then we will be able to rest for a day or two, although you have to leave, but I still want to rest and rest." ”

Uncle Hu looked at the clear blue sky and sighed, no matter how the external objects change, he must not change, he must do what he wants, for example, if he wants to rest quietly now, then he can work hard now, and he can rest well when he finishes his work.

"Hey, Uncle Hu Lin Kai, you are also here to cut wheat, didn't you follow the elders to do errands?"

As soon as Uncle Hu approached the wheat field with his sickle, a short old black man stopped him and said sneeringly.

"That's right, we really followed the elder to the hall to prepare for the meeting, and it just so happened that we came back now to meet you when we were about to cut wheat, what a coincidence. ”

Looking at this old man's search, Uncle Hu will do his bidding, since this old man wants to talk about the old man, let him say it!

"Yes, yes, you can still work under the old man, but since you are working under the old man, do you still need to work here? I don't think so, I don't think this kind of dirty work should be done by the two of you. ”

Seeing Uncle Hu's counterattack, the old man immediately changed his angle and embarrassed Uncle Lin Kai from a more tricky angle.

"Damn, this annoying fellow. ”

Watching the old man in front of him eat, Lin Kai gritted his teeth, slightly unhappy.

After reading the notice of the platform, we and Master Wang found the merchants next to us to retrieve the monitoring. It was then sent to the platform. I hope to help Master Wang unblock his account. But the reply from the customer service was: This can't be passed, don't admit it. In the end, he was deducted money. Master Wang said: Every day he comes in the wind and rain to earn some hard-earned money. This time it was such an easy job, but I didn't expect to be in such a big trouble waiting for me. I was also very aggrieved in my heart.

With the help of Boss Zhou, he provided Master Wang with a video, including a video of him picking up and taking food at that time, and there are photos. Let Master Wang appeal again. And appealed again, but the platform still did not reply. The basis for the customer service to determine the order is that Master Wang's delivery does not have a normal route map and a normal receipt. In addition, there are no call logs. Therefore, based on these circumstances, the platform may judge that it is a swiping behavior.

A bag of wandering, a long-lost I don't know. When you start to walk with it on your back, you are destined to have a different mentality than those who are happy to be quiet and lonely. Because it is usually travel that gives you a sense of enjoyment and a sense of transcendence in wandering. And youth, in the end, is only hidden outside those sense of enjoyment and transcendence.

Youth shines only when traveling. When you really fulfill this practice, when you really sit on the winding journey of 10,000 books, you will know that the once naïve you are actually gone, because youth has come.

In the imagination of the ancients, they seemed to be very fond of traveling, which can be more or less read from some ancient texts. However, travel is travel, and we are called it after all. The real travel of the ancients must not have been easy, and we can more often realistically call it "wandering travel".

The arrogant Li Taibai used to read on the wall, whether he had read thousands of volumes of poetry and books we don't know, we only know that the poet is very smart, he has the title of poet immortal. So he was even clamoring to himself, he had read 10,000 books. It is precisely this kind of clamor that makes his young belief in "going to the country with a sword, leaving his relatives and traveling far away" become so proud. No wonder, with his character, he sang the poem "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person", what a natural thing it is.

Du Zimei, who came later, did not have the romance and chic of Li Taibai. I was thinking that Du Zimei must be too worried, he had read all the poetry books so thoroughly that he couldn't tolerate even the slightest unsatisfactory thing in his heart. So when he saw the unbridled Tang Dynasty in the past, from prosperity to decline, Du Da poet would be so sad for so long and so deeply. Du poet also walked through a lot of mountains and rivers when he was young, and the young poet also left his own beautiful witty words and good news in that warm and splendid land; In fact, Du Shishi spent his entire life in wandering. Perhaps the poet has read poetry books when he is wandering, and he also needs to quote scriptures and classics when he is like a literati, and occasionally borrowing ancient books to vent or sigh is the poet's specialty: or perhaps, the poet has never read poetry books, and he is better at using his own unique words to comfort himself and wash others. Therefore, the poems of Du Da poets are not only wandering poems, but also poems in history!

The journey of youth is so ingenious and so bizarre, glued together with wandering, with travel, and with books. Too often, I've been in that travel and book for a long time. It's just that in that trip and in the book, I can't find Li Taibai, and I can't find Du Zimei.

When I think about the relationship between my youth and wandering, I am often confused. My wanderings are not up to me, and my youth is also deviating from the journey it should be.

I think that in many places and many times, my youth was wandering, doing meaningless wandering. Because many times, I don't know what it means to be wandering and what it means to be stable. Maybe the habit of wandering for a long time is called stability, and perhaps, the habit of being stable for a long time is also called wandering.

Walking on the old camphor street along the construction road, it is easy to forget the vague moment of the year. It's as if the city's April and May changes have nothing to do with me, I'm just a beggar in April and an outcast in May. There is no sunshine in April and no rain in May. Wandering does not leave, and youth does not come.

I love walking alone on the streets of the city. There is more to the streets than in the streets, and it's important to remember that wandering is the main theme of the city.

I also like the slightly cold feeling of drifting, the moment when the yellow leaves of the morning swirl and fall from the branches. The leaves, the big trees, are not arrogant or impetuous, and it seems that all the coldness is scattered by the scattered leaves. A lot of people know that it's not the dispersion of leaves, and I know it.

You can relax that drift, and of course you can oppress that drift. The lightness and oppressive feelings of this world belong to you alone, whether you are many or small. When you are in a group, you can wander, and of course when you are alone, you can also taste poetry and books.

Youth is like this, both quietly and openly, and it is related to wandering, poetry and books.

The role of travel in this month of April is green, and there is so much green in April that is delicately rendered in the blue color of travel. The youth of April is also dyed with a green color of hope, and I like to hold a page of old white paper in the light of green hope, and look at the dark words, the wrinkled curly corners, and circle after circle.

Books are often amorous, more amorous than youth. Although the morning and dusk are sad, it is enough to go on a blind date.

The amorous nature of the book seems to be a bit widowed, a little affectionate, and in many cases, I just look at the book stupidly. I don't know where the warm and cold stubborn words related to wandering, youth, and travel that I can't understand come from. Words are in cold scrolls, but in the hearts of hot people.

One afternoon many years ago, I read a book repeatedly in a stuffy environment, and it was reading without purpose or mood; Then many years later, when I saw that book again, I didn't remember a single thing related to that book; All I know is that I have a stomach full of bitter water sprinkled in my memories outside of that book.

The feeling of studying behind closed doors is not friendly after all, it is like a stubborn person who is the enemy of the whole world. Generally, people who study behind closed doors are also people who study hard and persevere, such as Kuang Heng and Sun Jing. To a large extent, their youth has been reduced to the hidden door.

That Kuang Heng is said to have borrowed light from the wall, and I can't imagine what kind of psychology a person who grew up in such a depressing environment would have to face his journey after becoming famous. Perhaps, Kuang Heng will only have "books" in his future journey; What a sad thing that must be.

Youth, travel, and poetry and books are inexplicably involved. When I am quiet, I like to think about these things that have passed in my life for a long time, they are like residual smoke clouds, a little ostentatious, a little fanciful, a little comfortable; But they are all completely floating away, when I have no intention of staying, when I am not shocked; They are always light and obedient to attract me who has long since abandoned the faint style.

Youth is far away, and I have already heard you speak; The journey is far away, and I can see it in the shallow floating picture; All I have now is the lonely poetry book that I still remember in my heart.

Think about Li Taibai, think about Du Zimei, I think they always pass so long. However, after all, they still left us poems and books, and left us infinite rivers and mountains scenery. I can't see their youthful youth, I only know that those glorious poems and strong poetic feelings that have been handed down for thousands of years.

I love to read Li Taibai's poetry, and of course I also like to read Du Zimei's poetry. In the traditional aesthetic value, the poems of Li Taibai and Du Zimei are indiscriminate. Li Taibai has Li Taibai's lofty and elegant, and Du Zimei has Du Zimei's depression and profundity. All the people who love to read will not distinguish them very thoroughly, but I still can't help but add the word "travel" to their poetry.

I remember that Du Zimei sang well in a poem, saying, "You must indulge in wine when you sing during the day, and return to your hometown with youth." He also said in another poem: "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming." And from this, it can probably be distinguished, the character of a poet, the characteristics of a poetic style. The great poet is writing poems with an artistic conception that every ordinary person can understand, which is the most flamboyant and gorgeous sentence in his youth.

But in the end, thousands of years later, we are not great poets, nor do we have the kind of agile and intellectual, sentimental and sentimental that great poets should have; We are just ordinary people, so ordinary that sometimes we can't even remember the glorious youth of our own people.

Our youth is ultimately gone, but we cannot remember it completely; Some stories develop like this, there is no answer, and the answer will never be found.

Youth is sometimes not about time, it's about place, it's about the right time and the right people. For example, those ephemeral memories, ephemeral landscapes, and ephemeral passers-by who grew up in the glory of youth.

In many accidental reincarnations of fate, we can't actually do anything. It's like we can't write those beautiful poems, and we can't do the things of sages like Kuang Heng. What we can do may just be to read a book and take a journey. However, it is these simple and simple things that we are fulfilling with the time of our lives.

It was at a young age that we began to fulfill the landscapes we loved, and we learned them day by day when we were weak. We began to read, we began to travel, and finally we began to use reading and travel to record what we once cherished the most - youth!

3000 Words Essay on Youth II:

Youth, seventeen strokes, broadly refers to the magnificent time of youth; It is also used as a metaphor for the rejuvenation of a century-old factory; refers to the age of teenagers and young adults; In spring, the grass and trees are lush and green colored, so spring is called youth.

I don't want to use flowery rhetoric to describe youth, nor do I use colorful brushes to depict youth.

Youth is the most beautiful scenery in life and the most sincere memory in life. Youth must be like the rising sun in May, full of vitality; It must also be like a new sprout that breaks the ground, full of life, and more like a jubilant stream, flowing with our joy. Youth is a blazing torch, youth is a bright night sky, in the long season of youth, we have been trying to run forward.

At this time, we are at this delicate age like flowers and bones, and there is a deep innocence between our eyebrows. The clean and pure smile reveals the innocence of youth; Sometimes we pretend to meditate, as if we have seen through the world, but the immaturity between the eyebrows cannot be compared with those who have experienced countless winds and waves.

At this time, we love to chase the brilliant sun; Love to explore the mysteries of nature; Love fantasy aliens and the magic of flying saucers; love the writings of Jin Yong and Sanmao; But we love to look forward to tomorrow more, and we love to look forward to the future even more. When we are young, we all have a rose-colored dream hidden in our hearts; When we are young, we all learn to walk in style, leaving a magnificent sunrise for our youth.

But we are still too young, and some of the words that have been spoken often do not pass through the brain; We are still too naïve, constantly complaining about how brain-dead the anime we have watched are, but we still enjoy watching it during the holidays; We are still too kind, basically the type of person who walks around the street and gives all the change to the beggars on the side of the road.

We shout that youth is squandering again, so we are pampered and presumptuous, but we are beginning to yearn for maturity again.

As far as I'm concerned, when did I first fall in love with the bitter taste, when did I change my favorite milk tea to a sweet mocha, then to a milky latte, and now, I'm starting to fall in love with the creamy Espresso. Although I should not drink or drink less under the age of 18 because of the side effect of taking too much caffeine, I am prone to tinnitus and hypermyocardium, but I still like the indescribable bitterness.

I smiled, Espresso works like any other coffee, nothing more than a bitter refreshment, but it's more effective; But when you fail, when you are down, when you are helpless, the unspeakable bitterness of Espresso can make you recognize the darkness and ugliness of this world to a certain extent. The person who asked the question was my friend's brother, and you can imagine the way he looked at me, his eyes filled with a myriad of complex emotions intertwined with amazement, puzzlement, and ...... Wrath.

Even if we are in the most beautiful age, we are just passers-by after all.

Looking at the children now, they no longer have that innocence, and their eyes are full of the so-called rebellion and unruliness.

When the light chestnut pear blossom roll and all kinds of contact lenses were popular on campus, who still remembered the black hair and black eyes that belonged to the classical oriental beauty; When the school pants are full of school roads, sometimes I still remember the school uniform that we dislike but still feel comfortable; When apple green blush becomes a trend, sometimes remember that elegant pink color......

Everyone will go through the process of falling in love, getting married, having children, and the difference between sooner or later.

Today's children have advanced this process by nearly ten years. I saw how many 12 or 3-year-old children were holding a newborn milk doll in their hands. Every time I see this situation, I always sigh, life is too short, why torture yourself so much. Maybe you wait, when you are eighteen years old, there will be a better boy than now, he will love you, love you, coax you a hundred times more than the current one, will not let you suffer a little grievance, let alone let you walk alone on the street like now, and be seen by the world.

No one is seventeen forever, but there are always seventeen.

I often think about our youth, it is really a strange thing, its short body just dragged a long tail, swaggering like wings, and refused to leave for a long time. The tail of youth at the age of seventeen, short and gray; Like the last note of a piano piece, no matter how high-pitched the key is, the ending is to disappear and leave.

The story of a seventeen-year-old always begins with the most joyful tone in a sunny day, as if the storyteller really doesn't know how sad the ending will be.

We are young, and we don't need to sigh deeply, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk; We are young, we can sing loudly and the wind and waves will sometimes, hang the clouds and sail to the sea, we smile like flowers, watch the flowers bloom and fall into the water; We are full of warmth, watching the moon disappear and the full moon pass silently. When the remnants of the flowers and yellow leaves are piled up, we can still show the breath of youth in the fragrance of the past, or in the evening when the red sun is setting, the hands of the Yiren, on the high and proud peaks, watching time slowly slide overhead, this is not a squander, but to feel the color of youth.

Time is too thin, my fingers are too wide, and youth always slips through my fingers inadvertently, reaching out and clenching it, and grabbing only air.

On the vine-strewn wall, youth climbed slowly, looking back, there were scattered notes, groaned by memory, and swept up by the wind. The sky is high and the clouds are light, only a few wisps of feather-white silk clouds, swimming in the sky, stuffing the precipitation of youth into the gap of time, time rolls up all the beauty that is too pure, but it is as plain as boiled water.

In a lifetime, the white clouds are long, and there are many vicissitudes and tears in the things that drift away; Life is short, sweat and tears are exhausted, and how many past events and memories are precipitated.

Youth will eventually end, but memories will be immortal.

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