No matter where you go, you will still miss the gurgling stream. From then on, although it has disappeared, I sighed gracefully when I saw this ditch without water:

Time is always moving forward and always changing; seasons change, people's ages change, and their looks change. When I was a child, my hometown was only carefree and innocent. When I fell to the ground, "

"Spring water" has also witnessed another reincarnation of life. I continue to "drink spring water" and accompany me to grow up. Every time I carry my schoolbag, my parents always tell me to study hard. I also read the thoughts in the book, a kind of poet's "spring water".

The longing of "Spring Water" - "Look up at the bright moon, look down at the gurgling stream." At that time, I didn't know what nostalgia was? But remember the new name of "Spring Water" - the gurgling stream. At that time, I still didn't know what nostalgia was?

But I also know how to miss it. Just like many of my friends are thinking about celebrating the New Year so that they can see their parents, I am also thinking about how long they can get off work and when they can go home. At that time, my world was very small, except for

As hollow as a sponge, I am just a child.

At that time, "Spring" was a source of happiness and my paradise. My children lived there. I knew which place was best for hide-and-seek, which pond had the fattest fish, and where I could pick wild fruits to eat, and then hang out with a group of people.

Share. My friend was sitting on a branch, wearing a wicker straw hat on his head, watching the sunrise and sunset, shouting "I want to grow up quickly". At that time, I had no idea that I was growing up very fast.

, later I will leave "Spring" and go to a far away place.

Time is always moving forward, changing, changing, changing, changing people's ages and changing looks. Later, when I grew up and went to junior high school and high school, the sky became wider. My parents also gave me great education.

And moving. I gradually became vague about "spring water", but I always accepted the contribution of "spring water". When people in the city always complained that vegetables were too expensive, there was always a steady stream of seasonal vegetables in my kitchen. It was my hometown.

Grandpa and grandma brought us cakes baked by grandma in big bags, sesame oil squeezed by grandpa, white rice... At that time, "Spring Water" could only be visited on weekends. I have grandparents who love me and former playmates.

, they breathe and breathe together with the "spring water", day after day, sunrise and sunset, and rest at sunset.

Time is always moving forward, changing, changing, changing, changing people's ages and changing looks. Today, I began to accept knowledge that my parents had never been exposed to, and I have a deeper understanding of "spring water".

"Spring" is no longer a village, town, county, city or place name; "Spring" is a yearning, a concern, a feeling; with my parents and my beloved girl, I have a sustenance in my heart,

Like a full moon, it hangs so brightly in my heart and decorates my sky.

I love "spring water", just like all nostalgic poets. I have a deep understanding of that feeling - "Tonight the dew is white, the moon is gurgling." The night is already very deep. Moon, moon, can you help me look at it?

My sweetheart, I am far away from home. I can't put on a skirt for the spring water, and the wind in my hometown can't blow me. I picked up the stones on the ground and threw them to the river in front of me. I seemed to hear my hometown "

The sigh of "spring water". Watching the ripples spread, my heart can't calm down for a long time. I want to go back to my hometown, but I can't go back. I deeply love and think about "spring water". It is precisely because
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