Walking on the road on the side of the river 800 words
2022-04-27 17:12:02 8
Jiang Shui patted the reefs on both sides of the strait, and sent out a roar from hell, venting the anger in his heart ...
That was what happened after lunch.
After lunch, I returned to the room and looked at the straight road at the river. A burst of heat waves came out of the room, but I was blocked out of the window. The cicada sound came from all directions, and the monotonous tone seemed to be complaining about the hot weather. The words came from outside the door.我跺着脚来到门口，顿感周围空气急速升温，闷热的感觉扑面而来，我把门狠狠地砸回，冲着门吼道：“出门出门，好啊！我现在出来了，你就Don't bother me! "
I walked on the street, hanging a large fireball on the top of my head. In hot weather, people seemed to hide at home to enjoy the coolness brought by the air conditioner, and to go out to play. But I can only walk aimlessly on the street. Unconsciously, I walked to this familiar river, and the river around the small town ran into the distance, and I walked on the road by the river.
This is a river carrying countless people's memory. I grew up in this small town since I was a child, leaving a lot of memories here. When a toddler, there was always a tall figure behind me. While shading me, she protects me from falling. The grandmother was very tall in my eyes. She always covered the wind and rain for me, and there was always a long shadow on the ground. Go back on vacation, my grandmother will take me to the road on the side of the river to play, and buy me with the fruits and ice cream for me. At that time, my grandmother remembered in my mind. She always knew what I wanted to eat, and I didn't feel bad about her pension. I bought it to me very generously. I often see my figure in her eyes. I Think, maybe in my eyes, there are her figures?
There was such a familiar figure who suddenly broke into my sight and hurriedly hid behind the tree, but for a moment, the figure disappeared into the sight. But that figure was reflected in my mind, my grandmother. Why is she here? So she still loves me, right?
Looking at the other side of the road, full of lush eyes and a green sea. The dense branches and leaves are woven into a green gauze, covering the street next to the street. The sun is sprinkled on the river through the tree, like the white sails on the sparkling blue wave. The youth's hourglass over and over calculating the time. We have had many places, and have been lingering countless scenery. Has we have forgotten the original scene?
This river flows endlessly, flowing in my memory, this street extends straight, laying in my memories, this figure is reflected in my heart. I walked on the road by the river, recalling the passing time, and reminiscent of my grandmother's unchanged love.