Prose reading: you are the most precious.

What you think is the most precious thing is really elusive. Once upon a time, I had no good feelings for you, and even built a wall and fortress between us. Since the last time before our holiday, you said, "WJZ6, let's go to Yuncheng and cook for me", which deeply touched the softest part of my heart. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I always remember your words, and I feel that you are like my relatives telling me, not me. From then on, I withdrew my last line of defense in your heart. In fact, I didn't know that I really wanted to come to Yuncheng at that time. You are the kindest person in my heart, just like Joan and Peng Fei.

When we came back from vacation, we really all received the transfer order to Yuncheng. Yuncheng in September is always in the same boat. When we got off the train on the 9th, we were greeted by a big bird, and what I remember most was the storm all over the city. In the days after that, rain or shine, no matter how bitter, tired, bored and empty, we all lived a life of mutual support and interdependence, and those fragments became one by one. . .

I know you appreciate me, but I also want to thank you. You gave me warm memories all my life. September, although very bitter, very tired, a little boring, a little empty, but you are in the world of mortals, very warm and warm. Aunt Zhao once said: This woman is so strange that people like her. I also want to say: I like this girl! On the road of life, no matter where you will be in Huanggang, I will silently miss you and bless you all the way, because the warm friendship you once gave me will always be there to accompany me through the stormy road of life.

The original agreement to cook together, disturbed by the world of mortals, has been far from the original intention, always want to make life a classic, but it can not be a classic forever. Only in silence, some thoughts will turn page by page like memoirs. Gently, you can hear the hoarse turning of pages, so clear and so attached. Missing is a needle in the dark, which always makes me toss and turn. I don't understand why I always think of stormy September in the dead of night, but I think of you. How can those unforgettable obsessions be understated?

I know, you have your boundless Qian Shan, I have my autumn waters, and the days of gathering will never be too long. Only when I collect the faint fragrance belonging to this season and record it bit by bit, do I feel extremely comfortable and mellow enough to warm my life.

September is warm and warm, and you are the most precious in September!