-Zhang Ailing
It is still sunny in Wan Li on Sunday. Although there is more wind than yesterday, it always gives people a warm feeling. Holding a rag to wipe every piece of furniture in the living room, the place where my hand passes is boring and bright, and the cleanliness of my home always gives me a sense of pleasure.
Thinking of that moment yesterday, he was also scrambling to mop the floor and do some cleaning in front of me. I snickered at his busy appearance. It turns out that he is not like a big stupid bear, a diligent person. I always feel sorry for his busyness, heavy work, monotonous work and rest, and short sleep, but I can't stand these tossing. I cooked Cordyceps, bones and scallops with my teacher's milk kitchen and rice cooker, and made him a nutritious soup. I can't help it He can only use this soup there. He asked me what that one was, and I lied to him that it was a girl without sorrow, but it was actually grass in Cordyceps sinensis. I forgot to tell him that this soup is also called Meng Po Tang. After drinking, my understanding with him will eventually be completely forgotten. Hehe, an hour and a half's journey, I went to the market early in the morning to buy a "fan bone" and a clown cactus. I know he has no time to grow flowers, so a drought-tolerant cactus is the most suitable. A postcard printed with maple leaves originated from his telling me that Beijing is a beautiful maple tree with red leaves all over the mountains. Everything he told me that interested me was imprinted on my mind. A lovely piggy perfume seat, a bottle of lotion that I bought after running for three times, because I went there twice before and it was out of stock. Coupled with the bumps all the way, I really don't know if this move is stupid. What is the motivation for this move? Why? It's really not an idea from my heart. I hope he can drink delicious soup and his health will get better. Simple idea, not simple meeting. I used to go out less than half a step, in fact, I did the same. Looking back now, I have an impulse to cry. The golden mean is like me. I get up early and get greedy for the dark, work quietly, work hard for my family, and have a mediocre appearance, but my heart is light and I have no wings to fly, leaving only a self-opening and self-falling wheatgrass! Think about it from another angle, does it also mean that your limitations have expanded? Courage increased? People can never just stay on a horizontal line and face all this without regrets. Don't doubt whether every step you take is correct. Be firm when taking a step. Persistence is not a crime. The only thing you should tell yourself is that you can be wrong, but you can't regret it. Whether this is the last time or not.
Happily, I put my head on his shoulder and slept soundly arm in arm. When he was happy, he clapped his hands and sang a song: "Stowe eats his own pear, guess one, guess two, and you can bury one." The left and right hand guess boxing, and the hand that doesn't take back at last is winning or losing. We also like to play children's games. Winning or losing is not important. What matters is whether we are happy or not. What I like is his hand. His hands are warm, but mine are cold. His hands are more beautiful than mine. I can see at a glance that he grew up with sugar and has people loved by his parents, brothers and sisters. Unlike me, a child of a bitter and tortuous family, everything depends on the labor of one hand. Shamefully, that hand has no style and taste, and it also "shows" a few poems on the card, which is shameful! There is also a recitation that seems very important. In fact, there is no inside information, no matter how serious it is.
As the saying goes, life is an extension of dreams, and the moment of gathering is also my pursuit of dreams, even if it is only a few hours. From the quick memory of learning English, Mei Lanfang's historical review, to the movie Emily the Angel, from glutinous rice balls and corn to jiaozi, all the topics revolve around TV and eating. I don't understand why I'm not bored. I don't understand what I want to say when I don't meet you, and why nothing comes to my mind when I meet you. Maybe, I care too much about those hours, maybe it doesn't matter what I say.
Wait for the bus at the station and ask him: What are you thinking? I wonder what people in the station are busy with. Faint, I want to say, a little reluctant, but when it comes to the mouth, it becomes: what is the purpose of people coming here, and why do they work so hard to make money? Life will not take you, and death will not take you away. A: Enjoy the process. I said, what will happen if I do something wrong? A: It will be good, at least better than now. Me: Really? Then I don't know you. A: Yes, it's really strange. Me: Have you read a sentence? Meeting you among thousands of people is not less than one second, not earlier than one second. This is fate, we should cherish this fate! A: Yes.
In fact, I really wanted to hug him the moment I touched the red bean.
When watching the Paralympic Games, I learned a sign language for the deaf from the host: Do you love me? I tried to apply once, but I forgot. Actually, do you love it or not? It's okay to ask and answer. The child is not a fish, but Ann knows what the fish is thinking. Not me, know I don't know what fish think?
12 13, this special day was specially chosen as the time frame. After two days, sitting in front of the computer, I beat the words with my own thoughts, sorting out those chaotic thoughts into words one by one. Many times, many things that have been confused will be clearly understood at that moment.
Looked at the phone, the phone is very quiet, no information and no phone. From the beginning of knowing him, I shared my happiness with him and my sadness told him. I remembered a sentence: I will accompany you for 30 thousand drunken smiles, and I will not complain about my sadness! ! So I know that after this winter, I will finally be silent and draw a picture that the land is a prison. I know I will continue to hoard in prison, take the road I have taken and grow old slowly, but I will give him my happiest smile when I meet him in the future. In earthly life, most of us have an ordinary love, which is not so perfect and pure, but it is all in life. Cherish those who spend ordinary days together, everyone in life is a passer-by. Don't let those haze cover up your inner glory. Put it down and your heart will be happy. The past is like smoke, the dust is like a dream, and life is just a turning distance.
In our different fields, we are constantly busy with trivial things in the world, and thinking about different faces has become my formula in leisure time. Without deliberate management, a name, an image and a voice will appear anytime and anywhere, which will make me feel heartache gently. In a distant and familiar place, there is such a person. I want to hold his hand again. I want to listen to a piece of music "Little" quietly. My eyes meet and I smile.
Ears still ringing with my shy and slightly crude reading:
Is there really an afterlife?
therefore
I want to be a bird that knows how to fly.
A flower opens in an instant,
Melting snowflakes silently.
even
A corner of the blue sky in front of the window,
Set off the wind of the pages,
divide
A drop of rain falls on your palm.