Acacia in the spring

[REVIEW] One year later, spring, I returned to the city from the mountains into the normal school, teachers made a veritable.Winter to spring, grass, yellow grass, the mountains do a twelve years, but I often dream vaguely where the mountain, where the water, where the trees, where people.Into middle age, often recalled as a child that puzzled, dashing demeanor that hang around cardamom.  My youth was spent in the mountains.That gushing towards Tun, vigorous pine, babbling brook, is a symbol of my youth; stout arm, vigorous walking, dark complexion, is full of my youth; and the heavy stone, crescent machete, a hoe-like beak, is characteristic of my youth.  I am a guest of the mountain, the mountain is also the owner.  I Montagnards with the sunrise and sunset.Our morning till evening, harmony.  Almost midnight, I often work out bamboo flute brought from the city, leaning against the front of the persimmon tree, playing the song “Swagger Cui Ma and transportation busy”.Siren alerted Laogua tree.Gua sound pathetic, flute passionate, creative spectrum to the Valley of the song Wild.  One winter, for the literacy team run from the school, I was the best candidate, became a private teacher.Childish mountains, are all the girls.Montagnards actually speak, they said: “Sister Zaier sooner or later is the people, the culture doing?”My husband this halfway decent, teach them ‘1234 flick left, vertical, horizontal’, but they learn to disrespect, regardless of curricular and extracurricular invariably call me ‘What brother’; I teach them to sing” north wind which blow “, but they love to sing their own songs, that ‘persimmon tree, yellow flowers, sit sedan chair, leave your mother, over the hand-Pa rock, two tears.Song ‘, and often filled my thatched house.Later, I followed them sing, sing the sun goes down, they get to go home bouncing them invisible shadow.  Following spring, I draw the commune to engage in Tiaoyan school team to do so “bulk of the aircraft.”.In order to compile a script, I fuss a few places for a few days, until the end of the show, it was said that the play “no class struggle as the key link”.I was very uneasy all day, relying on persimmon tree in front of the hair Chu.  One year later, spring, I returned to the city from the mountains into the normal school, teachers made a veritable.Winter to spring, grass, yellow grass, the mountains do a twelve years, but I often dream vaguely where the mountain, where the water, where the trees, where people.Virgins year, must Painting Yi Li big girl, if we meet, they will call me “brother what” it?[Editor: Can children]