始终在寻找那么一片地方,让心停泊。真的要离开了吗?为了不难过,我没有回头,踏上了游子的旅途,永远停不下的流浪的步伐,那徘徊的小径,那幽咽的长箫,那流水的涛声……没有一句再见,我离开了属于故乡的一切。新的环境让我很不适应,窗外细细碎碎的小雨淋湿了我的心,该让心到何处躲雨呢?我翻开了陪伴我流浪的书本,嗅着淡淡的熟悉的墨香。我静静地读着,想为我疲惫的心找一处安静的地方停泊。水墨印迹中,我看到了一个身影,他不停地走着,向着希望和光明,向着自由和幸福。黑暗中,满是不屑的眼神向他瞥来,空气中充斥着孤独,圣洁的心处在了一个肮脏不堪的环境中。他只不过是一个想要“喂马、劈柴、周游 Always looking for a place so that heart parking. Really want to leave it? In order not sad, I did not look back, embarked on the journey of wandering, never stop the wandering pace, that hovering path, that secluded long flute, the water of the waves ... ... no one Goodbye, I left everything belonging to my hometown. The new environment makes me very uncomfortable, the window was broken and small rain wet my heart, where to make the heart to shelter it? I opened the book accompanied me wandering, smelling a touch of familiar ink . I read quietly, trying to find a quiet place for my exhausted heart. Ink blot, I saw a figure, he kept walking, toward the hope and light, toward freedom and happiness. In the darkness, with a disdainful glance, he glanced at him. The air was full of loneliness and the holy heart was in a dirty environment. He is just a want ”feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling