Facing the sea, bloomy spring, before me, always is only 8 words, perhaps sings, was born in the countryside, was born in barley green, loess in between the flowers and plants, portable and to always be ignored, I also not immune, within easy reach, forgotten by me. Yes, I belong to that kind of sentimental, inner rich people, in the inner activities, never beyond words, let the inner world brewing for a long time, as if, like lava in the underground movement, wait for the coming of the burgeoning moment, just like that, I accept the life experience of hone, it knows the taste of the life suantiankula, thus enriching the emotional desire to tell who is in the heart of the world one day suddenly whim, I wanted to see, hear, taste and touch to the cognition to the objective world had seen and heard, of the true should write passionate words, perceptual world each record a time of renewal and colorful life. Flash, fast-forward, rapid progress in economic construction of rapid development, changed the backward areas, rich people in the material civilization era, subtle changes in the thought idea, followed by the utilitarian thoughts occupy my mind all the sweep in front of the snow, and so do I nurtured blundering selfish idea, played down the social responsibility consciousness I let natural snow melt, spluttered pa was a noise when I walk on the muddy road, tapping on calculating and can't regret what you do for a rainy day to sweep the labor? I closed my eyes, take a few deep breaths, trying to calm the mood, think about it, the original home not with his father and his mother moved to behind the mountain, not just let off firecrackers in front of the father mother home to parents give the money! The thought came to a relief. The old home is the pronoun of the father's mother, where the parents are. But now my father and mother are away from me, and I feel like a newly weaned toddler feeling lonely and helpless. Fortunately, elder sister's home is not far from my hometown, past big sister home is my hometown restaurant, hotel and gas stations, father mother sister home after one hundred natural replaces the home position in my heart. (article parents with our brothers came to the township government building on the first floor corridor, corridor mouth have a can move the iron gate, this is the office building of the township government really put the mark of the first room on the ground floor is the gatehouse, just on the second floor with stairs, upstairs is what people want from this evening to escape the guard's eyes. In the long corridor right across from about a dozen meters long bike shed abuts auditorium built. There is a small 2 meters wide cement road leads to the front. In more than one hundred meters away from us in the front two layer three residential building, a sideways facing us, seems to have just completed, below the ground is covered with piles of construction waste. Another building on the left side by side next to the township government office building. The building has not been completed at this time, floor and the bamboo frame, hanging from the fence. Estimates for a two months to complete.