That morning, I followed my mother on the road. The morning mist made everything in the fields extremely beautiful. On the road, I looked at the scenery around me, my heart was filled with freshness, everything on the road was strange, they had a sense of mystery that I couldn't figure out.
The weather in the morning is very cold, and the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are in full bloom, and they sway in the cold wind. Facing this strange thing, I really want to stop and watch it carefully and enjoy them to the fullest. But my mother didn't let me stop and urged me to move forward.
Whenever I think of this past, I feel a sense of joy in my heart, and then I feel a sense of loss. When we walked to a river, I was fascinated by the scenery by the river. There was a small stone bridge on the river, which was very old and very old, lying across the river. The bridge deck was bumpy and the sides of the bridge were covered with long vines. These vines had lost their vitality and were waiting for the spring breeze to wake it up next year.
Both sides of the river are covered with straight Metasequoia . The leaves of these Metasequoia have turned yellow and reflected on the river surface, showing a sense of layering in late autumn. There is a small road by the river, which leads directly to Chunfeng Village, and there is a fork under the bridge, leading directly to Wangzhuang Town.
We came to the fork intersection, and I saw dust rising on the path, and a brand new motorcycle drove quickly towards here along the path. Several women with vegetables in the field looked up at the motorcycle. They forgot what they were doing and guessed who the motorcycle was.
Wei Guofeng
2022.09.27
