How high is the sky, how long is the road and how big is the heart?

Thousands of rivers and moons, where is home?

Snails have shells, ants have nests, birds have nests and animals have holes. Those vagrants and beggars, how they want to find a shell and drill a nest; Find a nest, find a hole. They drifted in the wind and rain.

These vagrants and beggars are homeless, sleeping on the streets all night, starving and begging for help all day. How many of those people in suits, heavy makeup and well-dressed will lend a helping hand? They live in the wind and sleep. Where is their home?

In early spring, a cool breeze blew gently, and an old-looking man came to the school gate. Her face is black, her hair is the same color, and her hands and feet are dirty. The "shoes" on her feet are really not shoes, and the whole heel is exposed. She has only a few teeth left, and she is bent badly. On her clueless face, the hardships of life are revealed. Her trembling hands clung to a broken sack, and her hungry eyes stared at the food stall in front. My heart ached, so I rushed to buy a loaf of bread and a bottle of water and ran to her ... Now, I still clearly remember her every move. She is very happy and cherishes what I gave her. She carefully and hurriedly put it in her big sack, thanked her and left in a hurry. It is said that she also has a deaf-mute granddaughter who has no parents. She must have brought food to her granddaughter.

One more thing, my memory is always sour. Last holiday, several classmates and I went to the "entertainment port" on the fourth floor of a famous supermarket in this city. We played until noon, and when we were hungry, we went to a big restaurant on the first floor for lunch. Each of us ordered our favorite food and wolfed it down. The food here is really delicious. We all stretched out and leaned back, chatting and having a rest. I don't know when a man came into our sight. He is leaning on crutches and holding a plastic bag in his hand. He grabbed something from a plastic bag and ate it (I can't see what it is). It looks terrible. He kept staring at the delicious food on the dining table, revealing elusive eyes. He watched others enjoy the food, and he could only stand by and swallow his saliva, which was very pitiful. It is snowing heavily outside, and he is in rags and hungry. We really can't stand it, and we really want to buy him a bowl of hot noodles. We felt the money in our pockets, and we had spent it all, so we had to walk away helplessly. We had just gone out when a beautiful waitress came to clear the table. The man on crutches hurriedly "turned around" and walked to the table, and the ground on crutches was heavily smashed. He grabbed the bowl on the table and drank some noodles and noodle soup that we left in the bowl. The beautiful waitress immediately raised her eyebrows and yelled at him to "get out"!

He walks on crutches. We watched him gradually disappear into the vast white snow, leaving a series of crooked "foot" prints on the ground. It kept snowing, and before I knew it, it was covered with snowflakes, and my hands were cold and cold. We felt guilty and regretted not buying him noodles.

In order to avoid the snow, we went back to the comfortable and warm restaurant, where some people were drinking and others were burping. "Several families are happy and several families are sad", and our hearts are heavy, and all the happiness in the morning disappears. Soon, we left here and braved the heavy snow to go home. When we are having fun, what are those people who have lost their ability to make a living because of disability and those who are trapped by life doing?

Pay attention to our surroundings, those who are in trouble due to natural and man-made disasters, those who live on the streets begging, how much they are eager to have a bowl of noodles and a place to live!

It's late at night, and it's dark. Snails drill shells, ants enter nests, birds return to nests, animals return to nests, and people begin to dream. ...

Give me your hand! Give me your hand! Use our hands and our hearts to build a home and make the world full of homes.

How high the sky is and how long the road is, how big the heart is;

The horizon, a corner of the sea, is home everywhere!

My hometown where I used to cry:

I watched you coming towards me, with a clear outline in the pale gray.

Oh, the hometown where I cried, you stepped on Hongguang Road all the way, green grass all the way, clear raindrops on branches and leaves. I seem to see your brilliance. It is a collection of beautiful things. I am looking forward to Yueqing.

Turning around, I returned to the wisdom that flashed on the vast land of Eastern Europe more than 4,000 years ago, including stone axe, Shi Mao, Shi Mao, stone plough and stone pendant.

In this rich ink land, there is Zhao Shizhen, the champion of the Southern Song Dynasty, a literary giant of the Yuan Dynasty and an outstanding weaponist of the Ming Dynasty.

I seem to see their proud expressions clearly from all their great achievements. There must be strong waves to move forward, and the child you are pregnant with is determined to break the waves with her own persistence. We play the role of "trendsetter" and are famous for being the first in the world.

I silently jumped into the forefront of the trend of the times and quietly rose on the coast of the East China Sea. I silently looked at the gravel road I ran when I was a child, and I didn't know when it became wide and flat. I once stood in front of the collapsed ancient wooden house and sighed, but in a blink of an eye it has become a tall building. Time is no joke, development can take away too much. I am indifferent to shuttle between the buildings that are neither high nor low on both sides, and suddenly realize that the original smallness has long gone.

The neon lights in front of me lit up my sight, and I suddenly found that the once barren land was already flashing lights. Passing vehicles are like water, and they are in a hurry. I find myself really naive, and everything can change so quickly.

I like a person pushing luggage, looking back for thousands of seconds through the years.

I have a deep memory of Yandang Mountain. I love this beautiful land, just as my tears melt in its beautiful soil. Known as "the first mountain in the world", "the first mountain in the East China Sea" is completely natural and pure without any pollution.

You are beautiful because of people; We are proud of you. If you were a boat 10 years ago, you are like a speedboat today; If you were an unknown bird 10 years ago, you can call it a soaring eagle today; If 10 years ago you were just an ordinary land, today I can firmly praise your brilliance.

You silently tell all your primitive natural species with the trees, clear streams and towering blue mountains around you. No matter how bad the world is, there is always a sense of freshness in your hometown.

I don't know what words to use to charm our wealth. Your mountains and rivers, your towns, your Youbai Road, rows of tall buildings, small businesses and fishing ports.

When I close my eyes, it seems like a spring surge for my only soul. When my steps set foot on your soil, I will cry deeply, and I am the happiest.

At this moment, I stand proudly in your arms. I hold my head high and look around you calmly, full of your soft, gentle, firm and persistent land. When my tears melt into your soil, I see a meteor passing by.

The starting point of the horizon

Looking for a tear, looking for a land that is missed everywhere, and the buds all over the sky bloom to open its heart. Stepping on this deep and distant land, at the intersection of the horizon, I buried my deep love.

You used to be a small town, quietly taking root in this East China Sea. The rustling sea breeze blew bottles of low pavilions and winding twigs on the roadside. On the dark brown soil, we stepped on a series of unshakable footprints.

You used to be a dwarf on the vast land, dim but firm. As time goes by, as time goes by, but from beginning to end, there is no stop chasing.

Years later, you are starting your dream journey bit by bit at an amazing and admirable speed.

The rapid rise of high-rise buildings seems to be thriving one by one, full of vitality in the form of vitality.

Straight and staggered roads, like gray silks and satins, smartly weave the most beautiful dance on this land.

Lush trees, like rows of guards, looked straight at the first ray of sunshine on the horizon and flashed their eyes.

The green hills splashed with ink, like the strongest color on the palette of nature, are deeply embedded around you. Conquer every stranger with lofty and unyielding eyes. The water dyed green lingers quietly at the foot of the deep mountain, tortuous, but desperate, heading for the distance of hope.

The literati's pen and ink can't describe this magnificent beauty that belongs to you alone, and the poet's paper and inkstone can't keep this dance that belongs to you alone. I believe that you are a quiet woman in the south of the Yangtze River, with faint sadness between her eyebrows and residual ink between her fingers. Will make chrysanthemums drunk into wine, and will compose poems into dances. You can be quiet or tough. It is your nature to be soft in the middle. You will not give in to the status quo and setbacks, and you will choose to run to the most beautiful horizon without hesitation.

Maybe you have always been ordinary, ordinary. There is no intoxicating old Beijing filled with classical flavor, nor is it as attractive as Shanghai filled with material flavor. You just go this way silently.

When I set foot on this unforgettable homeland again, it brought it, which is not naive in the past. It has grown up and matured. But I deeply feel that its blood, which is still full of lofty sentiments, slowly flows under the dark brown land. Its dream has been going on, always there, always there, and never changed.

Your world is too big to write down my deep affection for you. Your world is so small that it can be treasured in my heart.

Thank you for everything. We all laughed when we watched you running towards your dream.

You have always been quiet and persistent. One day you will see that the intersection on the horizon is so beautiful.

Yueqing, ego, big you.

When I woke up from my dream, the yellow flowers had stopped blooming, but my persistence and hope were still there.

A smile in your pocket.

After the tears were washed away, the sky in Zhan Yan could no longer be seen. Heavy thoughts, with the blowing wind, roared across my blank page at the age of thirteen, mixed with withered smiles.

Parental love is sometimes like a pocket, hanging around us, simple and pure. Grow up and leave your pocket, only to understand that after losing that kind of protection, there is only endless blank and loneliness, which distorts the face that you once yearned for. Life is as erratic as a kite with a broken thread, and it is difficult to catch the thread again.

In the early summer of 2006, I stepped into the door of junior high school and opened a new world that I had never seen before. At the beginning, there was a vigorous heroic spirit flying, rushing too fast and too hard, so that the pocket fell too far and didn't realize it.

Everyone must embark on such a road, and there is no turning back. The wind blew away the once gorgeous smile a little, and the pebble engraved with dreams was forgotten in the river of memory, leaving only the waves that could not ripple after precipitation, which was completely different from the past. The long road has honed self-confidence and endurance, until the eyes wander to both sides unintentionally, until even the people around them have left but have not awakened. If this is a nightmare, how many people are willing to wake up? Patience slowly with hope, because he is still glowing dimly. However, when I closed my eyes and looked back, there was a tearing pain. The first time this dream woke up, it has turned into an arrow and shot into the distance. Although we can't reach the finish line, we can't turn back and give up.

Under the cloudy sky, I whispered deeply, thinking of that brilliant smile, but I couldn't find it in my pocket. As long as you stay away from it, everything that is not tied by the rope floats with the wind. Walking at the end of time, one step at a time, with the helplessness of aging before aging. The wind and rain didn't add anything and didn't change anything. Only the wind floats with the flowers and I don't know where to go.

Are you asking questions? The response was only a big stack of test papers. It's just a moment's change, and it can hurt so deeply.

A little bit of persistence, bright and dark sky again and again, illusory and bright rainbow, intertwined and blended, waving my empty world to my satisfaction. And I am silent again and again, as if surrounded by fog. In a trance, like a person who longs for the light on the right bank, he covers his right ear in front of the barren world and falls behind the victory.

The air is fresh or turbid, and clouds drift by, leaving a clear, dazzling and real sky. I walked all the way through the river and the flower fields, and I looked surprised after the sunset. My 13-year-old has quietly disappeared, and the river bank full of reeds is swaying and sad.

My smile, as a bookmark, will always stay on the thirteen-year-old page, no matter how long it is, it will only be the beauty of the past.

Love my hometown.

She is located on the southeast coast of Zhejiang; She has a long history and rich humanities. She is like a kind mother: she breeds thousands of descendants of Qian Qian. And she is my hometown-Yueqing. Speaking of hometown, I'm afraid I can't finish talking all day. Compared with some big cities, she is insignificant, but she has her cuteness, attracting countless tourists to visit.

My hometown, Yandang Mountain, is called "the first mountain in the East China Sea" in history. It is magnificent and has the titles of "National Geopark" and "World Geopark". Moreover, it is famous among the top ten famous mountains in China and has received countless tourists. No one can but be fascinated by its imposing manner. "The dragon pen is difficult to write, and life is empty if you don't travel to yan zhen." It is dangerous, magnificent and colorful, with strange peaks and rocks, waterfalls and flowing springs, full of natural charm. Peaks, caves, caves and waterfalls constitute a spectacular landscape painting. The night view of Lingfeng is vivid, just like a fairyland on earth, like a fairy falling from the sky, attracting curious tourists to visit. Dalong Waterfall, a wild goose, can win a lot of glory for it. The splashing water droplets form hazy smoke in the air, and the small pool is lovely, crystal clear and carefree. More celebrities come here.

It is also a well-known Zhongyan Dangshan Mountain, which is magnificent and gives people a condescending feeling. It is also a beautiful scenery in our hometown, and our hometown is wonderful because of them!

Looking back on the road her hometown has traveled, earth-shaking changes have taken place in recent years. Tall houses have been built on both sides of the road, and the road is smoother. The street trees on both sides are thick with branches and leaves, emitting a soft aesthetic feeling. Many years ago, her hometown used to be a scattered loess, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, but now it exudes youthful vitality. She has been reborn and turned into a beautiful girl! I am intoxicated with everything about her, I am proud of her, I admire her, and she is so charming in front of my eyes.

What a prosperous scene! I think, tomorrow's hometown will surely ride the wind and waves to a higher level, and will surely be more perfectly displayed in front of our eyes. She is our greatest pride! Waiting for tomorrow's hometown, green grass and fragrant seasons, she will be so beautiful and firm!

Hometown, I love you, I want to praise your beauty, I want to praise your literary talent! Spread your breath to every corner so that everyone can feel your fragrance! I love my hometown-beautiful Yueqing!

Love in my hometown

At dawn, I looked at the land under my feet with deep affection and was deeply proud of him. Hometown!

Endless attachment to you, let me break through the torrent of time; Keen eyes let me examine you carefully; Good wishes arouse my endless expectations.

Maybe you are not the best, but how can I not praise you? Your slender hair is the long river of history; Your elegant posture is a charming scenery; Your strong arms are the capital of struggle.

Me, look back. Looking up to the history that has become a fixed frame. I saw the ancestors of Dong 'ou four thousand years ago. We can also see the stone axes, spears, Shi Mao, stone plows and stone pendants they left behind in this rich and beautiful land. I also saw the long and splendid historical and cultural light of Yueqing reflected by the Southern Song Dynasty champion Wang, Yongjia Siling, Yuan Dynasty writer and Ming Dynasty outstanding weapon expert Zhao Shizhen.

I looked down on Yueqing during the reform and opening up.

How energetic Yueqing is! He is the region with the earliest economic market development and the most dynamic economic development in China. He has always played the role of "trend leader", and has successively cultivated large enterprises such as Zheng Tai and Delixi, and won the title of "Electrical Capital of China". Taking courage as the first step in the world is the first step to success.

Inadvertently, a drop of water fell into my eyes. I looked up, and the beautiful scenery of Yueqing made me unable to close my eyes.

Yueqing has beautiful mountains and rivers, and Yandang Mountain is famous all over the world. Yandang Mountain is known as "the first mountain in the East China Sea". The strange peaks and rocks, waterfalls and flowing springs on Yandang Mountain are full of indescribable natural charm. The night view of Lingfeng is vivid and unique in China. Lingyan ancient caves, cliffs, Qifeng Shi Xiu, stand out from the crowd. Without personally climbing Yandang Mountain, how can we know his majestic posture of "climbing to the top and knowing at a glance that all other mountains are dwarfed under the sky" and his tender feelings of "peach blossoms and flowing water are gone, and there is still an unknown world"?

Look at you carefully. Your strong physique makes me feel that the road ahead is clearer; Your bright eyes let me know that the future is so beautiful; Your blood shows me how open the world is.

I looked up at the road ahead, so open and clear. There is a meteor in the sky. I hope your tomorrow will be better.