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This was my little reading story。
I left with bus in the morning； and returned in the evening。 We came and went all around the hometown。 There were so many colors pebbles on the road which we had walked along in the past time； and so many good memories waited for us to return； I also was excited with the village stories now。
I always was intoxicated in the memories； such as the dusk full with the afterglow； the forest full with flowers； the glistening pond； I cannot forget those beautiful moment ever。 We always urged the good memories to stay； especially in the midnight； I always backed into the past time and lived in the same meaning time again。 I pickup myself again； and I belonged to myself again。
This is Flatland。 I made this sentence as a decipherment to our hometown。 Xi Ling town extend to the city； and the *all cities connect together； they were named Shangqiu city together。 It attracts me by itself。 I love my plenteous hometown。
Admission Letter
There were some red papers pasted on the Iron Gate； and we would find our name and university if we were matriculated。 It was the important time for the announcement of examination result； we always lingered here with the heat and looked forward to our name and university name。
If our name was written in the red paper； I would pride by this encourage and reward for my study year by year； if not； I would not worth a penny。 We all waited for our names appearing in the red paper as an honor of more than ten years’ study。 In this busy street； the women in middle age pushed the iron wheel which carries a refrigerator to sell her Popsicle； but we all turned a deaf ear till she walk away。
One after another names appeared in the notice board； but there were no good news for me yet； I still h*e no harvest today； I hid in the doorway shade and turned to the Iron Gate for the research again； with the sunless mood； I back to the alley which I e from； I h*e left home a week and no enough money for the waiting； I h*e told to me that if there is no admission letter for me today； maybe I should back to home。 Then I h*e no money to eat and *oke again； I feel the noodles and cigarette so far for me that I feel disheartened deeply。
I back to the *all building； a house for hire beside the alleys； the shade of the building made me felt cool and pleasant； there were some water hid in the quartzite path； and some mud places need a skip； I stepped above the unsteady stone with a loose view； after the hastily steps I felt the active mood； that was a unconscious changing。
The lane was so poor in the rain days that I moved my notice to the low…lying loblolly； we would slide into the puddle which did not go bare foot if we were not careful。 The red word which was written in the shabby publish toilet door using the red paint； the red word （man） was swing with the wind from one side to another； the wooden door and the word all peeling off in the courtyard shade； I always trotted when I walked near to this public toilet； the red paint word with the random writing was still dangling in the wind。
I transferred to a wooden door with black painting； this courtyard shaded in some tall buildings around； I walked up the ten stairs from the blue squares brick place which was moistened by the drops of water from the faucet； through the corridor filled with broken tires and wood； pulled out the chains； twist the key gently； hanged the chains in the door and open my door。
Entered the cluttered room； and putted a few of short…sleeved summer clothing in a black canvas stuffed bag； and exited decidedly。 Because the bedding goods and books were removed by the motorized tricycle home in the last few days； the ground covered with the papers； deflated toothpaste； and this room likes a place after the graduation celebrating。
“Hi； Joyce； which university will enroll you in？” asked by the proprietress who next to the stairs and washed bed sheets； when I walk down the stairway。
“I don’t know； maybe no one。” I h*e some chagrin of that university which I entered myself for the examination； it’s too late to feel hopeless chance for an admission latter； I began to hate that university with an unsettled state of mind。
Many people lost their confidence of their f*orite university； and the annual admission marks always changed； it could be said that maybe our study time was wasted in an unknowing situation； I guessed at random。
I walked along the Jie Fang road； under the acacia trees I walked to the bus station； the video store was playing a song which called “My good mood” when I had a bad mood； the lyrics followed me closely when I escaped to the store； and then lost when I turned to left from the end of this road； I passed by the intersection of my road and my life。 How can I tell my father about the belated notice？ I couldn’t watch his pair eyes full of anxious waiting。
The houses of Water Conservancy Bureau were leased to the students of Sui country high school； our school use the closed management； but not suit to the lodging。 If you wanted to find a quiet place for you self…study at night； you just need pay 20 Yuan per month for rent； included the water fee and electricity fee。
Those building opposited to our school gate； many people in this street between the building and gate are students； except of the peddler and pedicab driver； those seventeen or eighteen…year…old high school students who rushed into the campus with stars and left out of the campus with stars。
I pushed a door open into an alley in one morning which I always remember； a group of girls behind me； one of them came up with me； she walk with me in the morning of the late autumn； she turned and accosted to me with silence； we all want to talk together but no one said some words finally。
Poetry
At the fall of 2004； one of the countless difficulties was the moment which transition from the high school life to the university life； I h*e finished it eventually。 I straightened my waist in the department office and read some poems in teacher’s puter； that moment I liked holding a secret dossiers； I always remembered what poem I read wa