Stealing half a day's leisure. Leaning on the recliner in front of the north window, the air was a little cool. The familiar smell of medicine reminded me that for so many years, nothing has haunted me more than a migraine. I've tried many ways to get rid of it, but I didn't expect it to still be with me.
My friend asked me why I hadn't written lately. In fact, I write every day, sometimes I change some old works, sometimes I write new ones. It's just that it's rarely sent to ***, and now submissions are always required to be original and debuted, including not being able to display on any online platform. For a long time, I've neglected age. Anyway, I am 80 years old, and whoever asks how old he is, he can quickly calculate it by subtracting the current year. For example, in 2024, I will be 44 years old. It's starting to feel urgent. Started scorching in January, at the age of 45, it was a watershed moment for someone who wrote.
A few days ago, I heard a description from a literary friend in a group: "He is an unknown author in a small county town in a remote province of Benliu." I couldn't help but sit down in my heart, and I could match several items. I belong to Ben.
5. Remote provinces, small county towns, and unknown authors. It feels like it can be used as a personal signature. It's also a reminder to yourself that you know the urgency of time.
My mother is a person who likes to be lively, and she is always worried that I will be lonely. I'm like my father and like to be alone. The Spring Festival is such a grand and lively event, for me, many times it is like a burden. The smell of the New Year is very light now, and I still don't like such a ceremonial day. It means that you have to face a table of dishes, and you have to eat dumplings in the middle of the night......I have to say that many middle-aged people are no longer suitable for such formal eating and drinking, but they should occasionally fasting to make themselves more refreshed.
I was especially afraid of the sound of firecrackers at night. In the mobile phone, I received ** New Year's wishes from time to time, and I also had to participate in it and send blessings to familiar relatives and friends. It's probably as unengaged as I am, so it's going to be boring. Although I don't like to do any of these things, I have to cooperate appropriately at such a season. I don't want to get up late at night to eat dumplings, but I will eat a few. It's just meaning, I really won't watch the Spring Festival Gala.
With the sound of firecrackers outside, I read one of the articles in "Blazing Flames". I read foreign ** very slowly, probably because some of the sentences and situations in it are a little unfamiliar. For example, when I read a New Year's card in a story, I paused. I recalled the exquisite New Year's cards I received in the past. It's a pity that no one sends these now, and very few of the cards I received have survived.
Suddenly, I really wanted a hollow greeting card, three-dimensional, that could stand on the table. When you open it, you will also hear the ** sound, and it is best to have a favorite blessing on it. Whether it's simpler or simpler, like the "Dream of Red Mansions" series I received in middle school, or the pattern of a kitten, it has a nostalgic connotation.
There is a lot to cherish about the past. It's just that I found that once many people write articles reminiscing about their childhood or reminiscing about the past, they will make people feel out of touch with the times. The vigorous present, compared with the old hardships that young people don't understand, one is fresh and the other is old. That old thing has its charm, but it is not very suitable for writing in loose words. For example, when I was 19 years old, I rode my bicycle and rode 18 miles to the county library to read books and ......Immediately, you could feel that it was indeed Ben Wu's age.
Would love to write a New Year-related **. On the first day of junior high school, I wrote a sentence in front of the computer for most of the day. On the evening of the sixth day of the first lunar month, I wrote more than 500 words. Sometimes, a touching scene gives me the urge to write a story. But that full scene has not yet unfolded in my mind.
Fortunately, the annual leave is only a few days, and it will pass soon. I'm waiting for the submission after I officially go to work, and I'm waiting for the daily rhythm to get nervous again. It's another year to say goodbye, there is always new hope to guard, and there are always new goals to achieve.