found a ditch drains. Very full of water, watching the bark of the water flowing, you can hear the seedlings are buzzing to up growth. Water is very clean, slightly turbid with a little rain, but also showing a beautiful amber color. There is a small but smooth cement sidewalk has been extended with the drains, which I would like to be able to go back to my house. However, I do not want to just leave, I suddenly want to sit on the edge of this drainage, the drainage on the water, on a stretch of green to eat my dinner. I took off my shoes, sitting on the edge of drains, let your feet swing into the water, eat lunch and then open up. Here it is quiet, but occasionally there are the farmers call it a day fight this through. But I do not care, I side Dangzhao water while eating, like a naughty Fang Niuwa to a person's picnic. Just as I was narcissistic, there was a neatly dressed young man came from the neighborhoods that side, he refined it made me feel that he is not near the farmers but the people living in the city, I think, is the I bowed my head just keep eating. After a hearty Shique me he smiled and said really cool ah! I then looked up, also responded to a generous smile, say ah, I feel pretty good then. I have never not so generous in front of strangers, but this time it felt very clear mind. Perhaps, the beautiful situation of total teach people carried away unconscious, and his pass at the moment, I think the two of us were strangers to each other, they are on the scene that produced a pure resonance. He walked towards the direction I came, I did not take long to come back. Again after me, he smiled and asked me, you are a new teacher in it? I said yes. After some hesitation he did not seem to squat down next to me. He said to him to see fields of water, in front of the wooden house in the city to work every day back home was like to live. Simple opening, we have not a ride for a ride up the chat, as seen in two years, childhood friend, childhood memories of the unforgettable countryside, talking about the hustle and bustle of the city and our yearning for rural life. In this Kengmengguaipian popular era of rampant infighting, the adult in an increasingly secular world, but it can with a stranger in a green countryside, between the water in the River Drainage amber, nothing scruple to talk about, I can not sigh What a strange evening. Darkening sky, we got up to go home, can be up to the end, no one asked the other to find canning, without leaving any c
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