After coming out to work, I often imagine such a scene, that is, when I go back to my family for reunion on vacation. Home is the only undefended place in my heart. However, only those who have left home can really understand the meaning of the word home.
I like to go shopping alone, let pedestrians wander around, as if time is stagnant at my feet, I have become a reference, everything is in such a hurry, I am calm.
I just like shopping alone. I can be unrestrained, unrestrained. The wind is very cold, hitting me, reminding me of winter in my hometown. A warm winter sun shines on the earth, and the sun playfully hits people's faces, as if the world is so happy. However, people always don't know when they are blessed. At home, they always fantasize that one day they can travel around the world, see the wonders of the Grand Canyon in the United States, linger on the tenderness of Zhouzhuang Shuangqiao, and immerse themselves in the mysterious and romantic lavender sea of Provence. ...
At the moment, however, I feel like a prodigal son wandering outside. The crystal ball in the street window is so beautiful and pure, but my heart is empty. The road ahead is the way to the company, but I seem to have no direction at the moment. I know I just hope that the other end of the road leads to a bright place in my heart, and home is a lamp that will always light for you in the dark. In this journey of not distinguishing things, even if I "want to send colorful stationery and ruler elements", I can only "know where the water is boundless" Many things in this city don't belong to me at all. Maybe this is the price of growing up.
The road to work is tortuous and has a long way to go. We stick to the pure land in our hearts and tell ourselves to persist and adapt. However, I am used to people coming and going in the crowd, and I begin to doubt whether I can stand the test of fame and fortune. The so-called "the world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit."
Profit is because of greed and fame, but also because of competition. People often carry this burden and age their lives. When I am tired, I never shy away. I talked frankly with my mother on the phone. Although my mother's expressive ability is not good, I understand what she means. She said don't go with the flow, let everything go with the flow, so that you can live, you won't be stubborn, you won't miss it, you won't force it, so you will be carefree.
Mother, a great name, the embodiment of love, an open-minded person who can accept all rivers, is my bosom friend thousands of miles away, and together with my missing home, she escorts me.
In fact, many things have been hidden in my heart for a long time, and I can't explain them clearly. What I'm afraid of is that "I want to make friends with heptachord" but it's hard to find a bosom friend. I didn't decide to write it down until finally, just because I was moved and awakened. ...