The lonely compound that worries about it, the deformed hands and feet, and the difficulty of walking in the rain. Exhausted and dilapidated,lifeMore than one possibility. VolunteersOut of the drizzle brought out a "strange man" who had been in the limelight for a while, and he still stuck to this gray hut. Under the big camphor tree in front of the door, behind the rusty iron door, the world he is in seems to have been forgotten by the years. lifeThe only warmth in the room, only comes fromVolunteersA meal delivered. Here, is a detachmentWest LakeNot far away, but lonely and hard.
In that dilapidated place, raindrops knocked on the ground in the courtyard, and the muddy path reflected a helpless depression. The compound is littered with traces of the past, and weeds are spreadingMossCover up. The years have passed here, leaving only the sadness of being corroded by time. And the big rusty iron door seems to guard a forgotten past. The old well in the courtyard, the old well that once used buckets of water to draw water, is telling the vicissitudes of the passage of time. In the face of all this, he can only stay quietly and be accompanied by his loneliness.
Deformed hands and feet, in the darkness of the night whispering, the twisted limbs reflect the glory of the past. VolunteersWalk down the dimly lit hallway and push the door openWooden doors, a strong stale smell came to the face. The bedside is neatly arranged".Double HappinessEach cigarette box carries the precipitation of the years, and each box contains the story of the past. The deformation of his body is not only a distortion of his appearance, but also a trace of time. In that dim and old room, the oncoming lunch box was not only wrapped in a meal, but also a meallifeThe precious warmth in it.
In that silent hut, the light reflected the body covered by the quilt, which was slightly weak. Under the futon, there was a deformed body, and the strength and health it used to be were long gone. His arms were curled up in front of his chest, and his deformed and distorted appearance made people feel pitiful. placed at the head of the bed".Double HappinessThe cigarette box, as if witnessing his glorious years, is now only empty and desolate. Outside the windowLoquat treesThe shade of the light also covered the helplessness and silence in his eyes. A lunch box is not only about food, but also about warm human care. Every time I open the lunch box, it is like opening a fond memory of the past years.
The lingering of childhood, the swaying youth. Through the time tunnel of the years, the imprint of the former self left in Yan Li's eyes is particularly deep. The warmth of my mother and the applause of my friends seem to be drowned in the dust of the years. Once sunshine, now haze. lifeThe ups and downs of the , in his heart, carefully interpret the past years. Like that."Double HappinessThe cigarette case is not only loaded with tobacco, but also a precious memory polished by the years.
Recalling the image of his mother holding his back, Yan Li's heart swelled with a little warmth. On that rain-soaked night, the image of "holding my mother in my arms and asking, 'Does it hurt, does it hurt?'" is vivid. This period of light has become an indelible stroke in Yan Li's life. In the early years of naughty childhood, along with the caress and care of his mother, the beautiful footprints left by the years were also engraved in my heart at that moment. And his mother's leisurely back has also become his spiritual fulcrum through the years, allowing him to remember the warmth and warmth of homeAffectionof preciousness.
The brilliance of his work and the helplessness of being trapped constitute one after another distinct imprints in his life. Under the torrent of years, Yan Li is like a lonely boat swaying in the ebb and flow of the tide. Every choice, every decision, is deducing the "ifs" and "ever" in his life. He was the son of the lunar calendar, and later a person recognized by the factory director; used to be academically ambitious, but then fell into the bottom of life. The passage of time made him look back at his former decadence and scenery, and he may still regret it in his heart, but he also better understood what is precious in life.
Between the dilemma, he was held hostage by work and family. The freedom and scenery that were liberated at first were slowly confined to itlifeof the bog. Every time he tried to break through, he seemed to encounter some kind of invisible wall that trapped him in it. Job changes,Self-worth's explorations are constantly staged on him. The direction he chose at the fork in the road of life may seem confusing when he looks back now, but it also makes him understand that what he should cherish is the hard-won experience, precipitation and growth.
The years of polishing have made Yan Li's perception of himself have undergone subtle changes. What was once arrogant is now like dirtMole antsGenerally tiny. The lingering decadence and sadness gave him deep thoughts and reflections on his life again and again. The tempering of the years made him recognize his weaknesses and shortcomings, and also realized some important things in lifeValues。Perhaps, it was this reflection and reflection that allowed him to find that peace and understanding in the vicissitudes of life.
A moment of introspection is a baptism in life. In his lonely days, Yan Li may have deeply examined his life course for the first time. Those weaknesses that were once hidden by arrogance and conceit are now revealed through the lens of time. He understands that life cannot be smooth sailing, and everyone has their own weaknesses and shortcomings. This kind of self-reflection is not only a summary of the past, but also a review and departure for the future. Perhaps it was this process that allowed him to see his deeper heart and the true meaning of life.
Time flies, and he looks at the end of time, but his heart is ethereal. In the awakening of self-knowledge, he saw his own imperfections, and saw those preciousness that had been hidden by the years. The pathos at parting may be more of a reflection and question of one's own life. His story is not unique, butlifeA microcosm on the road. Attentive experience, maybe everyonelife, all have been confused, sought and depraved. Through Yan Li, this "weirdo", we should draw that profound from itEthicsReflect, face your life with warmth and love, and pick up the preciousness left by those years.
In his stories, we see the twists and turns and ups and downs of life. In those years carved by the years, everyone has their own confusion and confusion. And the real value may not lie in what we have lost, but in whether we can understand that sincere self-knowledge from it. Thinking, transcending and growing is the true meaning of every life journey. At the end of Yan Li's story, perhaps we should reflect on our own lives, face our own shortcomings and shortcomings with honesty and courage, and give life more possibilities with love and warmth.
In the corridor of the years, his story rises and falls like a tide, with ups and downs. From the chic scenery to the trough of hardship, every step carries the pain and joy of his life. He is like a lone star in the night sky, blooming with his own light. In the intertwined paths of life, he may have found the deeper truth of life in silence, or he may have touched the softest side of his soul in loneliness.
In that drizzly courtyard, the elegance and hardships of the years are intertwined, making his life more colorful. Like a piece of jade carved by time, every turn and loss has achieved the tenacity and softness in his heart. Perhaps, it is this vicissitudes of life that has allowed him to find another meaning of life in loneliness and loneliness. On the stage of life, every story like him has an endless light, and his ethereal life may be the most precious scenery in our lives.