Time

I suddenly felt that all the previous things had passed, and all the things that couldn’t pass passed unconsciously. The things we did, the words we said, the tears we shed and the poems we wrote in those years were slowly annihilated in less than 700 days. So far, it has disappeared without a trace. Today, the sun came out very well and looked warm. I was cheated by it to open the window. At the moment I opened the window, the cold wind blew on my face, which made me shiver. You see, even the Sun has learned to lie. It is no longer the warm sun in winter long ago. It looks very warm, and it is also very warm when it is sprinkled on the body. No. 1 Middle School seemed to be holding a sports meeting. When I was sitting by the window and swaying on the Internet, I heard the familiar music, which was still the music. I have listened to the music for many years, but I don’t even know the name, and it is still the playground of that school, but the scene is similar every year, and people are different every year. I have to sigh that everything is different. In the past, only four words were said to be beautiful artistic conception, but now there is a moment when there is indeed such a vicissitudes of life. At the moment I blurted out these four words, “things are different from people”, I suddenly felt like an old man in ancient times, with tears while laughing when looking at the yellowed photos. On the surface, it seems silly and abrupt to have such an idea. It seems that if I am well protected, I don’t know what things are different from people. However, is this really the case? Recently, it was probably when the character broke out. Many people who hadn’t contacted me for a long time came to me and talked about the recent situation. They had a feeling of meeting each other after more than ten years. Some strange familiarity. Suddenly heard, Xiaofan, I will tell you a secret. What happened to me. Or, Xiaofan, I tell you, I met XXX again. What happened to xxx? I would feel, oh, I am out of touch. Then everyone will sigh, time flies so fast, thinking about what happened at the beginning. Then, there was a long period of silence. Then, there is no more. Time flies quite fast indeed, just like a book. The previous page was still in childhood, climbing trees, fighting, playing football and playing childish games. The next page was white-haired watching the sunset together. Just to make a metaphor, the reality is not so exaggerated, but sometimes in the midnight dream or lonely sleepless night, I will think of a lot of pictures and dig out a lot of memories buried deeply, then these naughty guys will shake in front of your eyes like running lanterns, making you dizzy, sweet and sad. At this time, you will sigh that the life of the first 20 or decades is really the same as that of a book, with different scenes page by page, while falling into a deep dream. I haven’t returned to Tongliang for a long time. As soon as I came back this time, my father pushed off several dinner parties to prepare food for me. I leaned against the door of the kitchen and watched my father eat happily with a lovely apron and a lovely oversleeves. My eyes rose up and I felt a little I am and unfilial. So I also ate a lot in the danger of being supported to death. When I was picking up the dishes, looking at the happy smiling faces of my parents, I made a decision now that I must make myself fat, we must also arrange food for them happily in the kitchen when they are old. When I called someone LV, I joked that I came back this time like a hero returning to his hometown after winning the battle. The group was still discussing the things of classmates. Some said they would go, some were silent, and some said they were boring. I was watching and following the scene, so I couldn’t help feeling relieved. It is hard to imagine that many years later when we are old, when we are entangled by some things like trifles, garlic, rice, oil, salt, work, family and so on, but we cannot get away, how many people will remember what we said together once a year? We don’t have much time to indulge ourselves like children, and we don’t have much time to just get together in the future. I really miss all kinds of things in high school in those years, such as sports meeting, singing competition, climbing mountain, basking on the handrail like salted fish after class, and the wind time every Sunday afternoon, and my chaotic and painful senior three years, the treasures I am reluctant to forget. I don’t know how many people will cherish them like me? It is the good scene of the unscrupulous party and chat, but I don’t know how many people have the same idea? Therefore, it is inevitable to be sad! I can’t go back to the time I miss very much. I thought it would take a long time to heal the wound. People who once thought they would never forgive each other for a lifetime, but now they can also ask with a faint smile what happened recently. The past has passed, and we are still moving forward. I don’t know how many people will stop to drink tea with me and talk about the past sb years? It is said that it snowed again in Bayue Mountain. I haven’t been there for a long time. This winter, find a sunny day and climb the mountain! (Note: Bayue Mountain is the only tourist hill in the small town of Jiayuan. Snow is rarely seen in winter in southern cities, and only a little snow falls on the mountain with a higher altitude, comfort the heart of southerners enjoying the snow. As for No. 1 Middle School, it is the school where the author studied in high school.)

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