Breaking off occasionally

The English word of banana was casually put into a line ba-na-na-na-ba-na-na by me, which is more like us nowadays. We stand in a row and listen to the adult’s words, and automatically complete the mechanical copy from action to thought. Yan vibrated the vocal cords at the other end of the phone with the frequency of ultrasonic wave. It seemed that there was a danger of jumping out of the microphone at any time like fried beans. Ah, ah, ah, I had to clamp the chatter receiver with my arms and quickly browse “holding the hourglass of time” spread out on the tea table. The clock on the wall ran round and round in anger, while my mother was watching the South Korean TV series which were divided, divided, combined and died. A dozen of consumption tissue 886 looked like shouting out this sentence to the air, because when I reacted, there was only a long string of du-du busy tones left. The low sobs brought me back to the real world of accelerating movement again-now, the heroine had a car accident. There is no night in the city, and there will never be a moment. The night market downstairs in the quiet community shows off the neon lights that don’t stop the market. Those dragging wine bottles, smoking cigarettes, holding dice and sending cards, it seemed to prove that this was a vibrant paradise; Neighbors held Carnival parties, roaring speakers, exploding balloons, and the air was filled with the oath of youth without regrets; in more houses with lights on, sons fought in the World of Warcraft with high morale, and women watched soap emotional dramas with fast plot changes endlessly, men are dealing with telephone cities one after another, like a large machine with overloaded operation. Each belt is tightened to the maximum extent. I can’t imagine that if one chain is broken, whether paralyzed cities can be truly called home. Endorsement, homework, listening to classes, exams, keeping up with the schedule, driving the midnight train day after day, we are busy day by day like crawlers, practicing the correct outlook on life. Values time is the sand flowing between fingers, and we should catch it even if we can’t catch it, after grasping, we should make more efforts to continue grasping. We are accustomed to the fast pace of life because 24 hours should be used as 48 hours, trying to turn every day into a polar day. We thought we chose the right one and gave up the inappropriate schedule. When was the last time we climbed the mountain with our parents? Don’t remember. Promised to accompany my sister to watch cartoons? When she grows up, she can play alone. With students about good catch up? Come on, send a letter to each other E-MAIL the meaning is good. So we had a lot of precious time left and hid the fact that we were empty-handed tacitly. I can’t help thinking of a vintage Tang costume show I ‘ve seen: the designer specially selected a group of models that are slightly plump, rolled up the high bun, emptied the servant girl, swept the moth eyebrows, and gently touched the Black Lips, the stage background has been changed into the elegant and luxurious palace style. The models turned around again and again, looking back and smiling again and again, but the feeling they gave was always just the clothes shelf. Why? Because the focus of modern people’s life is forward-leaning, hasty, nervous and flustered, all written on their faces. No matter how carefully decorated they are, they can’t walk out of the calmness of women in the flourishing Tang Dynasty and lean back slightly, the charming flow of walking Lotus gently. Tired, tired, life should not be just a mold, the mold lacks the participation of eyes, ears, hands, nose and soul. When running forward aimlessly occupies nine out of ten of life, leaving too little space for people to think, unable to accommodate Su Zi’s leisure feeling of eating three hundred litchi per day, and unable to accommodate six flying flowers to enter the house, sitting and watching the elegant taste of Qingzhu becoming qiongzhi, he couldn’t bear a travel note written by Xu Xiake and a song written by Ji Kang “Guangling San”. Fortunately Zhuang Zhou was born in the Warring States period, otherwise his Zen language of dream butterfly might become the theory, the Buddha who had a smile and realized the truth in the world had no choice but to frown? Have a rest, pat the dust on your body, pour the gravel in your shoes, count the stars in the night sky, smell the fragrance of the grass you just cut, and turn over the old photos in the photo album, hug the dearest and favorite person; Burn a stove of Sweet Dreams, brew a light tea, light a bunch of lights, a paper of plain paper, record the most beautiful voice in the heart, keep the two or three things that made you sigh at that time. Occasionally, stopping is not a negative escape from reality, but a smile to life in an upward posture. Have you ever seen a pilgrim who crawls on the ground? Every time I kissed the loess, it was so slow and dignified, because what I got was just the moment when I lowered my head and stopped, instead of the chase with my head held high. Maybe for life, we need to have a devout attitude like a pilgrimage. 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