Ignore

Ignore

2012 nian 10 yue 7 ri. Sunday. A sunny day. Although I can’t see the fierce j golden light, I can’t smell the smell of rain either. When I woke up today, what I saw was the gray sky. Floating clouds lie quietly in the vast sky like cotton wool, just like a large cotton bed. I always wonder if we can lie on the soft floating cloud and watch the other face of the world if we turn the world upside down and make the heaven and earth translocate? Most of the time, we look at everything in the world from our own perspective, especially the people, things and things that have vital interests with us, I have never really thought that the world is actually a world that cultivates all kinds of people, and the thoughts between people are actually different. At noon yesterday, she finally taught her how to set up her new blog. I only hope that this can arouse her habit of writing logs. Looking at Ruoer’s excitement, I think my original intention has been achieved. But whether I can achieve my final wish, we have to wait and see. At this moment, there was peace outside the window. Only the electric fan hanging on the wall turned hard, making a slight trembling sound. Is that the protest from its fatigue, or the dirt on its body has made it uncomfortable? The sound of the subway wheels running over the rails has roared in my ears for decades. Now it sounds as if it has integrated into my life. In fact, living in this noisy city, living day and night together with noise and polluted air, we cannot feel the freshness and joy brought by nature. Thinking about it occasionally, I always hope that one day I can go to the pasture to experience another kind of life. Recently, I suddenly found that Ruoer really grew up. Perhaps, she hasn’t really understood to distinguish right from wrong; Perhaps, she still can’t distinguish the trifles in life, which is important and which should be released. However, I instinctively felt that Ruoer was no longer the little girl crying all day. She seems to have her own ideas as well as her own ideas. As for whether it is good or bad, I think only the next day will know. But to my relief, in recent days, I have often heard Ruoer say thank you. No matter she helped her with a pen, a book or some tiny movements, she would naturally say thank you. Therefore, I always remind myself that as long as she says thanks, I must respond appropriately. Last night, Rouer kept asking me to watch her dance. In order to satisfy her wish, I had to put down everything and sit on the sofa bed waiting for her to make a fuss. When the music rang out from iPad, I saw Ruoer seemed to be full of vitality, his hands kept dancing, his feet seemed to wander irregularly, but it seemed to imitate the pace of so-and-so dancers. Therefore, my mentality gradually changed. From watching her dancing for a moment to really appreciating her dancing posture, my thoughts in my heart circled thousands of times in that short few minutes. Who taught her such dance steps? Who gave her dancing soul? Looking at her happy swinging limbs with melodious music, watching the curtains Dancing with the breeze, I imagined that I was in a vast wilderness, watching dancing butterflies dancing in the flowers, see dragonflies chasing each other in the wind. Later, I asked her who arranged the dance steps for her. She seemed to understand and said she didn’t know. After my careful inquiry, I realized that it was her own idea. I was surprised by her creation, and even more by her passion for dancing. For a long time, she had a strong desire to perform, but my wife and I ignored her talent in this aspect. Through Rouer, I met a talented woman Jayesslee. This pair of talented women didn’t know which country they were from, but they had a clear voice. And Rouer is playing one of their songs to dance for me. I watched several videos of them online with Rouer, which made me love these two women. I like that they perform other people’s songs with the same heart; I like their cool and lyrical voice; I prefer their elegant and refined faces. Therefore, I told Rouer that if they had released albums, they would definitely buy them back to share with her. On the day when she was excited, when the sound of piano rose from her fingertips, I was also carefree. The wind that night was like a lover’s hand, touching my face, very gentle and romantic. Through my fingertips, Ruoer teased my dream many years ago, which made me unable to help closing my eyes and intoxicated with her unskilled song. And I seemed to see a great musician sitting in front of the piano, waving his fingers, letting the Keys pop up a soul-stirring melody at the fingertips, seducing my soul. Today I think of it that there seems to be an unknown talent flowing in Ruoer’s body, an undiscovered artist. Vulgar my wife and I were in this materialistic society, when the diploma left all my parents’ eyes blank, ignoring that Ruoer might be able to achieve quite good attainments in the music world. Ashamed, oil but praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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