In the past few days, I have climbed many hills, worn uneven soles, worn thicker clothes, thinner and thinner, and seemed to be getting more and more accustomed to the days. Growing up, I was too lazy to open my mouth to not wanting to speak, but it was just the kung fu of crossing a river. Now that I think about it, it's certainly not interesting to take a moment to talk about thinness and heaviness.
The swaying and heel-to-heel bus drove through the fog to the evening, people were keen to sigh the sunset on the horizon, like a glass of wine poured and placed on the table to relieve fatigue, no one knows how much fatigue was relieved, but there were many drunk people.
In the headphones is a promotional interview with a writer I liked when I was young after he released a new book, just like someone who I haven't seen for many years turns around and appears from the mountains, saying that I have been in the mountains for a long time and wants to come out to breathe. Contrary to the reticent imagination, the eloquent writer is more convinced that there are always many people who want to express themselves, but it is difficult to find the right person. It became clear at first that her pen could write about the majestic mountains, but not the intermittent smoke discarded on cigarette butts on the streets. Compared with Yu Xiuhua's suffering, there is only one article in her memory that records her overstretched life, her mother gave gifts for her work, she asked herself from a distance why she was not admitted to Tsinghua University, it was the first time in so many years that she saw her proud mother like a good kitten in front of others. Later, it occurred to me that maybe it was just that everyone could speak differently.
There are always people who still think about these poured bottles and cans, and there are always takeaway brothers who walk through the city with disdain for this. The tattered road had worn out his sewing heart, and the wine in his hand must have made him sleep tonight better than the sunset that shook by as soon as he looked up.
This life pierces everyone equally, but does not distribute the same armor to everyone.
When the car arrived at a stop, a few people jumped down as if relieved, and a large wave of people came up like a wave.
Probably because there is no excuse to light a fire and cook if you miss this train at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and if there is no fireworks in the silence of the night, there will only be a cold bed. The master who hurriedly squeezed out of the car with a shovel on his back still vigorously dialed out a way to get out of the car, leaving a hurried apology and the sound of the shovel knocking on people's heads, together with the rapid explosion of brakes, the sunset must have a good song to accompany it.
Before they could see the city, it was dark, and when it was dark, the people on the road had a reason to rest, even if it was just a whole day's wind.
Perhaps, the moment you close the door, the outside world finally darkens, and the world inside you turns on the light.
The faint breath in this wild grass is the world that can accept itself.
I've never been a happy person, so it's probably not about happiness or peace to have.
After adulthood, I didn't gain more yearning, but I was in the bustling but was reflected in the poverty, and later I realized that the electricity that suddenly broke off was just a reminder, the more compact the narrow alley, the more anxious it is, and the closer the distance between people, the more difficult it is to feel at ease.
finally jumped into the sea of people, but was beaten by the surging tide and couldn't distinguish tears, and there was no way to talk about grievances, so it fell into silence.
The uncle with the mobile phone ** outside is addicted to his own world, and his dark and rough hand slides up and down the old mobile phone that is not very sensitive. Tiredness can be seen at a glance on the drooping eyelids, the meal in the hometown has been heated, and it is difficult to cross thousands of miles to come to the dream, ** The other end is full of children's cries and adults' noises, and the woman who cooks said loudly, today your mother wetted the bed again, and the sheets were too late to change. The man scratched his head in embarrassment, opened his mouth slightly and said nothing, and turned to ask his son how his studies were, he could read if he wanted to, and he could afford it now. I haven't heard the follow-up story yet, and I don't know that the woman with a headscarf who came out of ** squeezed and said she wanted to get out of the car.
Every time the car arrives at a stop, the crowded and noisy undulating crowd is like a wave rolling up from a distance, and the waves are scattered on everyone's body near or far, and every person who jumps out of the car at night is damp.
When the green space at the zebra crossing counts down, there are always people in a hurry to step on the road before the traffic starts, and there are always people who look at the green light and hesitate to wait for the next round. The moon stopped in the sky leisurely, in the cold air, there was not a single cloud in the sky, but it was still impossible to see through the bright moon.
Looking at the surging **, it suddenly occurred to me that this city can't listen to the story quickly, and the people's hearts can't get out of the story slowly.
Then let's tell another story.
Back then, the gentleman strode into the casino, seeing everything novelty, seeing everything had the strength to taste it, and he gambled on the toys at this table, and the girl who fell in love with that table gambled on the house, and no one persuaded him, and said with red eyes that I would try again. In the end, he lost his entire youth in this casino, along with the courage and time that overflowed in his youth.
When he walked out of the casino, his gray-haired mother asked him if he still had a way to go.
He said dismissively that the road was made by man.
He turned around and went into the distance.
After a few years, he became the loser in the story, appearing in front of his gray-haired mother when everyone thought there was no news.
His mother asked him, has the road come out?
He said with red eyes and walked out.
Mother asked again, "Okay?"
He said that those who did not lose their courage and time back then walked a little better.
Mother patted him and said, "Let's go farther."
The night's end was in the story, in the dampness, in the road, in the headphones, in the crowd.
Young people, the question is the question, the answer is the answer, and the question and the answer cannot be ** as one.
If you can't open your mouth, you can't open your mouth.
Thin and heavy are antonyms, but they always go hand in hand.
For more information, you can pay attention to *** The Light in the Shadow", maybe you can find your own shadow!