My 34 years

I suddenly asked myself: is it 33 or 34? I couldn’t answer it for a while. The children laughed and played on the back seat, but they couldn’t hear it slowly; The red light crossing was already green, but they turned a blind eye until the driver behind rang the impatient horn, just pull off the accelerator from the beginning. The thin trees on both sides were looking up against the wind. It seemed that dark clouds were hidden in the clear sky. It was clearly noisy, but it became a black and white picture, and everything was silent, only the disc player was still singing. It was not that simple. There was no memory of babbling in my mind. I couldn’t remember anything at that time. I remember the words of loss, regret, sadness, sorrow, grief and despair, all of which are so profound and numerous; Happiness and happiness always pass through the flash of thoughts with only sigh. People are like this. Even if they are no longer bitter about pain, they are always bitter and sweet about memory. The real simple and innocent happiness is only before junior high school. Looking back now, at that time, the cane my mother smoked on her ass seemed to be gentle touch, and the tears falling from the pain of flesh and skin were also crystal. At that time, I could chase wildly with my friends in the fields, cry loudly after touching and falling, Act coquettish willfully in my mother’s arms, and be happy for a long time and slowly after getting a small gift like a pencil, quite differently. After experiencing the breakdown of friendship for the first time, I fell on the desk and cried quietly. I couldn’t lift my spirits for several months; I began to think that my mother was too much in charge, and it was always full of fierceness and rebellion; in addition to being shy and watching secretly, I like a person, which is a torture that is hard to say; When I am full of ambition, I also have worries about tomorrow. Time passes very leisurely, I also want to keep up with its rhythm with a relaxed pace. At that time, I was chasing his car with bare feet for a few miles, and then lonely in the dark night; I still remembered the joy before the wedding and the tears at the wedding, but it was not the same happiness; obviously, I was still immersed in the happiness of being a new mother, but fell into the grief of losing my father. Looking at my mother’s red and swollen eyes and desperate eyes, I felt a sense of responsibility and mission that I had never had before, but now I think of it, I did not do very well, because my mother often worried about me. I am diligent in my career, but there is no improvement. I always think that I am the phoenix of Nirvana. The topics between my girlfriend and my girlfriend, from telling the sweetness of my sweetheart to the sorrow and fatigue of the marriage defense War, from beauty Heart Sutra to ovarian maintenance, begin to care about age and don’t want to remember how old I am, I am only willing to receive blessings from a pair of children, and then forget that I am one year older. It is said that women are afraid of getting old. In fact, we are not afraid of getting old. We are just afraid that no one will hurt. If you give me a pair of generous shoulders to tolerate my love without regret, then I don’t care how many vertical and horizontal wrinkles time will carve on my face. However, worry is always inevitable when someone appears, but the time is wrong. Those who miss the mood all understand it. Some days, you forget, but some people who care about you remember, it is a kind of happiness; Some days, people you care about forget, but you remember, then enjoy quiet happiness and lonely freedom in frustration. Last year, today, I watched a movie alone in the dark cinema with tears. Today, I just want to sort myself out from a mess. When I recall the next day, this life may not be too long and long, full regret. In my 34 years, my mother always remembers Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…