Rural Chronicle (VIII) self-examination

Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. At that time, I couldn’t feel such a complicated mood for my childhood ignorance and youth. So when did it start? With the growth of age and experience, we become less and less simple. What kind of state is the most real self? I hope I can give myself an answer. In the colorful picture, the man with long hair and shawl is me. The explosive music, dazzling light, big glasses, small glasses, women, men, red scarf, black sweater, I opened the depth of my memory, and it seemed that I was not familiar with it at that time. The broken wine bottle, bleeding wound, Crazy Eyes, a young guitar without question marks, far away is like reading someone else’s novel. Or, in a suit and tie, in a corner of an office in Jiaodong Peninsula, make phone calls exaggeratedly, distribute business cards with masks to people who don’t know each other, and then, repeated use of a sentence, please take more care, please take more care…. I didn’t pay attention to whether I had time to spend the month before and under the moon. It should still be there, but it is certain that in the wind and rain, the scene of a person on the road was played over and over again. I am most proud of the continuation of my life. My daughter, the anxiety of waiting outside the delivery room, was clumsy in her arms for the first time. The first note that her daughter learned to speak was.. Dad… Dad. There are countless friends around me, some of whom have already lost their messages, and some of whom have accompanied them till now. Occasionally, a greeting can change the mood of the season. Friends may be the closest to the appellation of relatives. In my address book, the best friends and family names gather together. What is unforgettable is also the scenic spots in every city and village that you have passed. It seems that you are born to be a walker. Walking freely is the most relaxing posture. All the places you have been, there are long and short stories. If possible, I want to write them completely. When I can’t walk, I will read them page by page. A person’s identity can be changed in many ways. For decades, it is not easy to maintain any of them. Students, soldiers, workers, cadres, bosses, employees, every time you change your identity, and at the same time it is the same environment, which is very like acting. You have to enter the role, not only to play well, but also to be full of emotion. Every time you play, you must be physically and mentally exhausted and have a deep impression. Till today, I believe that many people like me have already acted numb. We are playing series with our own participation every day. However, which role is our own nature, who can make it clear? A person’s life is very limited. He didn’t care much about it when he was young. At that time, he had too much time to squander. The older he was, the more precious he felt his life. Looking back, he was just silent nostalgia. Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. Mom. I heard my voice hissing in the air. Well? Mom. Is this kid drunk? Trying to say? Mother. I just wanted to shout, but I didn’t want to say anything. At this moment, I know that I don’t have to act any more. This is the truest self. My father, mother, brother and child, no matter what identity they I am. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. 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