Early morning wake up

When I woke up in the morning, there came a short sound of ramming in my ear, and the voice of talking freely. Lying on the bed alone, I saw that the time had 08:12, and I was still a little sleepy and sleepy. I turned the fan all night and felt a little cool when it blew on me. Then window came tune tone, sentence pronunciation, cadence. In my opinion, this tone is very likely to be Beijing opera, but it is absolutely impossible to be a local Huaihai opera, let alone other operas. I was surprised to think that they were a group of villagers from other places, and began to listen to BeijingOpera a few months ago. If one has nothing to do, listening to some traditional plays is also a kind of free enjoyment. In this beautiful and shy early autumn, the multifarious voice was like the maple leaves on the branches being drenched by the rapid rain, showing a trace of cleanness and mirror. Beginning of Autumn, I still pulled the quilt to cover the cold body. I don’t think much about it. I know the harvest is not worth mentioning, let alone in such a yellow season, I am ashamed to say it out. But I also imagine the birds in the yard shouting happily, waiting for the host to give food because of its silence. It’s just that I have been waking up in birds and dogs recently. It was not a noisy and disorderly scene like chicken singing and dog barking, but a peaceful and rich scene with the sound of people. After a simple wash, a person went to a small restaurant near the residence to have breakfast. Because of long-term insomnia, I occasionally take a nap during the meal. Life is always a lot of difficulties. After a long time, it seems that I gradually adapt to this kind of life which is a little messy. The peaceful life suddenly becomes a lot of mess. People become more hurried, and life gradually becomes fast-paced. I remember many years ago, I lived with a group of colleagues in Kunshan in a house with three bedrooms and one living room provided by the company. When I woke up every morning, I always hurried to the direction of the company, life is like a machine. I bought some steamed buns by the way in a small restaurant on the roadside. Eat while walking. Sometimes I even forget breakfast. Maybe the steamed stuffed bun is difficult to eat and not to my taste. The morning in Kunshan is a little quiet, probably because it is a little far away from the center of the city. In addition, this area is also a pioneer park. Compared with other places, it should be more passionate and creative. Now I think of my life at that time. Although I was young and vigorous, I lacked discrimination and analysis. At that time, when doing things in the company, I often made some jokes, which made my colleagues laugh generously. I can’t remember how many mornings I woke up involuntarily in a burst of sorrow. I was shocked and at a loss, and I was also worried about the future. I have also dreamed that the morning with birds and flowers, whether in a city full of lights and wine, extravagant and prosperous, or in an ancient and mirror-like wilderness, should be quiet and peaceful in the morning, instead of being outspoken, guessing and abusing at will. As time passes, everyone has changed his tone. To be exaggerated, it is to rotate between the low octave and the high octave, and the mood is naturally ups and downs. Discontent gradually erupted from the mouth. The morning in my dream is far less beautiful than the Peking Opera in the yard near my home, nor is it as delicate as a few roses in the hot sun outside the door. When I was very young, I was in my hometown. When the East turned white, the morning glow was slightly exposed, and even the vast sky was dark, while at this time, the adults had already started farm work in their fields with the coolness of the morning. The dog who followed the host all the way to the field shouted Wangwang. Quiet small village as the crowd of the fair began to be bustling and crowded, the villagers doing business also set up small stalls in front of their own doors, shouting goods. Just like the food market near my residence now. When the sky was just white, cargo owners, dealers and vegetable farmers were busy in front of the booth, while I was lying on the bed lazily, listening to the singing from the yard, there was always an inexplicable sigh. Although it is just a drop in the sea, I still have to walk firmly, looking forward to the next quiet morning. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

80 s, are we really old?

I accidentally saw such a sentence on the Internet, the 80 s who grew old secretly. Inexplicable sadness suddenly rose in my heart. The people standing in their memory should be the best in the world. Their Love career is full of harvest, flourishing and prime time of life. They shoulder the mission of connecting the past and the future, raising children and supporting the elderly; Contributing to the society and serving the motherland. How glorious, proud and fulfilling! When I was a child, I always longed for myself to be the master of this world someday. Looking back suddenly, it seemed that the past was still yesterday, but I grew old quietly. Nowadays, most of us born in the 1980 s are approaching the age of establishment, and where are our actions? I don’t know when I started to pay close attention to current affairs, as if everything in the news had nothing to do with myself. OWN also so willing to confined to this narrow space, like a frog in a well, narrow mindedness. Wandering between home and work everyday, the taste of life is much more insipid than boiled water. The ambition when I just stepped into the job was diluted in front of the old man of time. How long have you been working? A friend asked like this. Decades and. I quietly returned.? My friend was extremely surprised, with a strange look on his face. I don’t know his voice? What more profound meaning does it represent? It is to ask me about my poor family; Or to deny that my work is unknown and nothing has been achieved. I never came up with a satisfactory answer, maybe both. Thinking it over carefully, it is also true. As all living beings in nature, who is willing to be poor and mediocre? Some ancestors said that gold always shines! But there are also rumors that heroes are useless. When I was young, I was once dejected by the withering of a flower; When I grew up, I was also grieved for leaving my beloved relatives forever; But now, I will face everything around me with a detached attitude. The ancients said: white hair fishing on the river, used to see the autumn moon and spring breeze. Everything in this world will become indifferent if you see more. Then you will understand the meaning and value of life. The writer Bi Shumin once said that people often picked up the golden mane on the ground only when the happy golden carriage had driven far away and said, “I have seen her before. As a new generation across the century, we are in the golden stage of our life after S, and we still have a lot of time and opportunities waiting for us to realize the value of our life. We don’t grow old secretly. Even if we are mediocre and achieve nothing now, these may be the test of our will by God. As long as we do our duty in work, as long as we are worthy of our hearts in life, we are wise, and we have never been here for nothing. The world is so beautiful and we are so lucky to come to this world. We will never feel sad about spring any more. The road ahead is so long and charming, we have a lifetime to pursue, explore and explore. 2010.4 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…