1979 It was a spring day, and an old man drew a circle on the China side of the South China Sea in China. The mythical rise of the city comes from the magical polymer of Jinshan. "When we often hear this song, I always think of the age group dance in primary school. Young and ignorant, I only saw the ever-changing home and unknown changes, and now I am twenty years old. Only when I really realized it did I realize that I was living in such a miraculous era, like a spring era. Bathed in the spring breeze of reform, living in the dazzling sunshine, our happy generation.

I can't help but imagine that 30 years ago, China, which had just experienced ten years of turmoil, faced with anti-government armed forces shouting "revolution" and swallowed its anger. The people of the whole country are still stuck in the formal struggle of the old ideology and are facing an embarrassing situation. In the absence of experience and precedent, what kind of courage and boldness does the old man need to make a decision that will bring about earth-shaking changes in China?

Spring is humid, and I will continue to absorb social nutrients. I also cherish the learning environment for what my elders often say and do. I can't fully appreciate the hardships of my learned father. However, looking back on my ten-year school career, my method is indeed a continuation of spring nursing. Brand-new tables and chairs, bright classrooms, detailed and heavy dictionaries, computers connected to the world. This contrast was once the elder of Ho Chi Minh City. The complicated year hanging on their lips is like a distant nursery rhyme, with twists and turns and vague stories. If these are all backward in the century, it is just a feeling of looking back at the great reform and opening up. Even now, seeing his former primary school, I can't help feeling: how can the school year be so beautiful and well-equipped?

Spring is damp-proof, Junting goes home to rest, swallows are occasionally seen, and now the old man keeps birds. "What is the symbol of the rich, three turns! The sewing wheel turns, the pointer looks back, and there is a better coil radio. " Father, Xie Tang, the old king of Yan Qian, flew into the homes of ordinary people. Today, the existing sewing machine, sewing work has been subdivided again and again, and watches have changed from real products to furnishings; Digital highways are overwhelming, cities are next to urban network projects, and virtual life is full of humanistic atmosphere ... So, all the changes, as soon as they look up, are twenty or thirty years. Is this a miracle?

Moisture is everywhere in spring. From the mother's hand into a gorgeous dress, a line of clothes, 30 years ago, who would want to wear gorgeous court clothes to shoot their own beautiful moments? A pair of chopsticks with monotonous diet became a complete set of tableware on the dining table 30 years ago. Who would have thought that people would like to eat raw fish? From the positive change of tea, the packaging of a cake has become a high-temperature antiviral tea bag. Thirty years ago, who wanted tea to be a decent drink? Tourism has changed, from bicycle era to automobile era and convenient public transportation era. Thirty years ago, who would have thought that buses and subways were flying while watching TV?

Spring is wet, and it also grows at jointing stage. China applied to join the WTO, and the speed of the moon in China has caught up with the world record. People in Liu Xiang and China are proud of more and more countries. The oriental nation, which has been sleeping all the year round, began to recover. Legend of Spring Thunder in TVXQ!'s Reform and Opening-up. Looking to the future, looking to the world, advanced in thinking, armed and confident, China people began to face the world political and economic stage. Economic globalization, mutual infiltration of cultures, efforts and footprints of all people.

A cup of tea, savoring the dribs and drabs of life, is now. What if I lived more than twenty years ago? Maybe it's a glass of water, living on paper and writing quietly under a desk lamp. Father's life is so familiar, but so strange. It is hard for us to imagine what kind of tickets we will get one day, just as it is hard for our next generation to imagine how we will face such "backward" machines to record our lives.

In the future, we have embarked on a road that we have never set foot in. This can't be a broad road or even a thorn. The miracle of 9.6 million square kilometers of reform and opening up continues, in this sacred land with endless spring breeze.

Stop writing, and the surging trend of thought will be difficult to calm down for a long time. Thinking about the past 30 years through time and space, echoing in the ear, the old man, development, only development is the last word! "