How time flies, like sand leaking through your fingers. After turning over page after page of desk calendars, day after day, unconsciously, there is only the last page left on page 365, which feels like turning over a whole stack of desk calendars from right to left in front of you, in a flash, in one year.
At that moment, my heart was suddenly empty and I felt a little lonely. Really, a sense of loneliness that I have never felt before comes to my mind. I almost subconsciously turned the desk calendar to the right, and unconsciously extended my finger to the left.
It seems a little unwilling. So many things have happened in a year, it seems that nothing happened in a hurry, and it's all over. With the appearance of the last page of the desk calendar, everything seems to come to an abrupt end, drawing a full stop here. Is it liberation? Or mentality? I don't think so. Otherwise, I will be calm. Calm is like every page on the desk calendar. No matter whether you turn it over or not, it's quite old-fashioned to lie there lazily and stay out of it.
At this time, a cold wind blew in from the window and soaked my skin at once. I was shocked and cold all over. I quickly got up and walked to the window sill. For a moment, I heard the desk calendar turn around. I looked back and saw that the desk calendar on the right was blown to the left by the wind. As soon as I turned my head, the wind came, and which papers followed.
Back at my desk, I feel that every page in the desk calendar is no longer a thin piece of paper, but a blur of time. Along the way, all the past, including youth, seems to be hidden in every page of these desk calendars, as if reminding and evoking memories of the past, …
The time is set at the night of the Lantern Festival.
That night, I walked alone in Guliangzhou. It's still a full moon, but it's like a touch of blue ash, cold in my eyes. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street; There are no flashes and hibiscus flowers. Yes, it's just a few sanitation workers in orange clothes and community epidemic patrol officers with sleeves. There are also advertising lanterns on both sides of the street. On the night of full moon, standing on the high lamppost exudes a misty red color, which brings a faint holiday ornament to the empty night and becomes a comfort to this rare monotonous night.
That night, I wandered alone in the empty street. The haze of the virus hangs over my mood, and I feel that my heart is blocked, so I wander aimlessly.
It was very cold and shivering. It happened that the poem "Believe" from the Lantern Festival party came from my mobile phone, which caught my attention. I felt warm inside and didn't look around. Vaguely remember this:
"Where are you?
"Dear, I left a message for you. Why didn't you call me back? "
"Children, the New Year's Eve dinner has been served, and we are waiting for you."
"Mom, I can't come back. I have a task. "
"Where to go for the New Year?"
" ……"
Listen, a warm current comes to my mind. When the epidemic is raging, a greeting is undoubtedly the warmest encouragement, which inevitably makes me worry.
I remember that I was shocked that night. Because of the virus, I was rushed to the Wenmiao community building by my unit to check the people who came in and out.
It turned out to be a day when the spring thunder suddenly moved, just like the spring thunder woke up the insects that were dormant and hibernating in the soil. The virus continued to act as a demon and came out to make trouble, so we had to weave carefully.
That night, under the dim street lamp, I stood on the street, staring at the building on duty, thinking about the ancient Liangzhou wall built by the Sui Dynasty, as if I could feel that in that era of the Golden Goma Iron, it used its solid body to resist foreign invasion. Now, we will unite and win this battle. Facts have also proved to the world that China's strength is indestructible.
It's over. The rampant virus was conquered by us.
Time goes back to the morning of February. Maybe it's too long to stay at home, or maybe the hearts of donkey friends have been stored for too long and are a little moldy. On February 29th, the last Saturday of early spring, three old donkey friends couldn't wait to drive to Qilian Town, Tianzhu, and entered a village called Kuangou, where they climbed a mountain peak in Qilian Mountain.
Should be soaked in the city for too long, should be in the face of the epidemic every day to add inexplicable fear and depression, that moment standing on the Qilian Mountain, suddenly there is a relief, everyone seems to be discussing, holding hands and yelling at Xuefeng:
"Oh, I'm coming!"
Say, "I'm coming!" It seems that I have got through the second pulse of Ren Du, and my heart feels transparent. In front of the clear sky, how many white clouds are there, and the clouds are rolling and comfortable; The mountains, wrapped in silver and winding all the way to the west, suddenly made us ecstatic.
After that, it was like being summoned. I went outdoors almost every week and went hiking every month, as if I were on the road all year round.
Along the way, of course, there are flowers, thorns, mountains and ice and snow. Among the flowers, we appreciate; We were stung among thorns; In front of the mountain, we looked up, and in the ice and snow, we rolled. There may be loneliness, but it is also casual; There may be a distance, but it is also poetic. Every time the donkey smiles casually, it becomes sweetness in daily memories and happiness in life.
It is true that there are too many ups and downs in life and too many tangled knots. Some people say that life is picturesque, but many paintings of life only add a few strokes, and too many blanks need to be sketched by themselves. It is better to give peace of mind a home. In the story of running water taking away time, I still write the most beautiful poems in the years, still with a familiar smile, embark on a journey and set off for the distance!
In the past, the joy in life and the sadness in helplessness have all become memories;
The past time is impermanent, and the human feelings are warm and cold, which are all memories and left to the years;
In any case, time will accumulate year after year at the original speed, and year after year, we will never return to the original point of departure. Yesterday, whether it is good or not, is a thing of the past, no need to be upset, no need to entangle, a new starting point, a new beginning.
In the new year, we should let go of many obstinacies and knots, understand ourselves in our hearts, shake hands with unhappiness and make peace with ourselves. Let your heart become brighter, warmer and more grateful, and don't let depression spread like weeds in Qilian Mountain.
Bloom flowers fall, the tide rises and falls, and inadvertently has moved towards the second half of life. Year after year, the bag of years is gradually filled with loneliness.
In fact, there is more than one "I" in everyone's heart. This "I" and that "I" often sit together and talk. Lonely people have an "I" in their hearts. They overcame loneliness with him.
Therefore, from now on, we must maintain a peaceful attitude; We should continue to insist on walking and outdoor sports; It is necessary to constantly cultivate photography and fishing skills; Get used to writing down what you see, hear and think. In any case, we should feel the sunrise in the morning with a happy attitude and appreciate the afterglow of the sunset with a grateful attitude.
Years are long, but there are not so many days to come. Don't wait, let our daily life soak in the sweetness we cultivate and meet in every smile at sunrise and sunset.