Here, I want to pick up a piece of paper, a pen, a word and a symbol around me and write down the bits and pieces of life …
Unfortunately, this is incompetent and can't be sustained.
With the wind blowing in from the window, the history papers on the table were scattered on the ground.
Some even fly into the sky with the wind.
Fly farther and higher ... and finally disappear into the sea, fields, villages or downtown areas of Wang Yang.
But some are unforgettable! Broken but still connected … like a promise!
I don't know if it's over … if it's not over …
It wasn't the most beautiful meeting.
The article my friend asked me to write happened to be "The Most Beautiful Meeting". Maybe she was meeting a beautiful love and wanted to cooperate with the story. Those odds and ends were a long time ago, but I just remember what she entrusted, and there has been no precipitation about good love in my heart, so I can't write it. When I woke up with a cold and cough in the middle of the night, my computer hard disk was still sobbing, and I sang Beijing Opera and Qin Opera all the way in the stereo. I remembered that story, but it was not the most beautiful meeting.
When early winter came, she went to that city. This is a city with beautiful flowers. You walk in the street or on the road, stand by any flower and see it everywhere, as if you can forget all the bad things. Those flowers seem to have spent their whole lives showing off their most beautiful years. Later, she remembered that it was a Sunday afternoon and walked out of the station, wandering between the subway and the bus. She looked at the passionate faces in the crowd and took a step back subconsciously, so she turned and got into a taxi.
On Sunday afternoon, he booked a return flight and walked out of the airport, which is a city he is familiar with and has all the memories of his growth. The first time he left, he had to leave. He left with a sad heart. No one knew that he would come back so soon, perhaps not even himself. If I had known he would come back so soon, he wouldn't have to beg her and she wouldn't have left her. After all, she is gone. He only left for a month, and then she left. Later, he said that her love could not stand parting or waiting.
When he walked out of the airport, he rushed to the company. Winter has come, but the city is not cold at all. With a leisurely mood, he walked from one red light to another until at the red light intersection of that station, he saw a woman, dragging her suitcase, standing between the subway and the bus, quietly watching the bougainvillea burning by the roadside. Maybe she saw him, maybe she didn't see him at all. He doesn't know. He also imagined the woman he loved deeply for two years, and imagined what she looked like when she resolutely left the city. When he turned around, the woman in the distance had turned into a taxi.
For a whole week, she hid in a small room, smoking, crying, staring blankly and sleeping. In this way, she lived a chaotic life that she thought she could never stand up again. I get calls every day, too. If it is not a friend's concern, it is an old story about feelings, but it is not an affair, but a liquidation of interests after the end of a relationship. She didn't want to care, but she couldn't bear it, so she pestered and argued, and then burst into tears because a relationship became vague and ugly after hanging up the phone.
Back to the city where he used to live comfortably, but without her, he seems to be painfully unable to stand up. It was at this time that she comforted him and gave him a shoulder to bury his head on, although it was a weak shoulder. They have known each other for many years. They are friends, very friends. Two weak hearts collide. Finally, they crossed the last line of defense defenseless.
A week later, she walked out of the house, the sun was dazzling, and she smiled at the people she met. She wrote to tell everyone that she was doing well and let everyone know that those seemingly unbearable injuries did not survive. She likes an injured woman to reappear in front of people cleanly and calmly after washing lead China.
She went to a company for an interview and received a trial notice the next day. She didn't think too much and worried too much. She just wanted a quiet place to rest and handle trivial things easily, so she went.
He went back to the company to deal with odds and ends. I don't know when he will be transferred next second, but what is certain is that he will never stay at the headquarters all the time. First, I want to go out and exercise myself, and second, I want to be arranged by my superiors.
When she saw him, she thought it was a clean and shy face. Being unfamiliar with this company, she went to ask him some questions about this project. He said a lot, and she kept looking him in the eye. She thinks she is a talkative person. She hasn't spoken so eloquently for a long time.
When he saw her, he felt deja vu, but he couldn't say anything specific. She asked him about the projects operated by the company, and he said a lot, hoping that she could integrate into the company as soon as possible and that she would do well.
This is their first meeting, but it is not the most beautiful one. Later, he said to her, why not make it earlier, just like that Sunday afternoon.
All winter, he was with the woman who crossed the last line, snuggling and stroking.
All winter, she said nothing and lived a half-life and a half-life life.
At the coldest time, she finally couldn't help it, and fell ill in bed and couldn't move. It was a long time before she shed tears for the first time. At the most vulnerable time, she still misses the man who lived with her in another city, the man who took good care of him, and the unrecognizable man who trampled on her life. Thinking about it, tears can't stop flowing. At this moment, the phone rang and she picked it up and looked at it. It's him. She remembers that shy face.
On the first day, he knew that she was ill. The next day, if her desk was empty and he couldn't see her, he guessed that she might be very ill. So I greeted her, told her to take medicine and let her take good care of herself.
When life returned to its original place, everything changed subtly. They all agreed that it wasn't love, at least not then.
He just thinks that she is a gentle talented woman, with endless words and endless joy.
She just feels that in the gloomy sky, someone keeps talking to her every day, and she is happy during the period, and with the passage of time, she has a little dependence on this happiness.
Until their dependence becomes two people's They have just discovered that there may be some dangers. Afraid it has something to do with love.
However, when love comes, it can't stop.
It was a sunny and spring day when he took her hand. He said, how can there be such cold hands in the world? He held her two hands in his palm.
She has never been held by such a pair of broad and thick hands, except her father. She has been in love twice, but she has never felt that way. She was so nervous that her palms sweated.
She loves her father, loves a man like her father, and through vicissitudes, she can smooth all the injustice in her life.
But he is obviously just a big boy.
She recalled the man half a year older than herself, but he didn't bring her anything. On the contrary, she must take care of everything in his career and life. She stared at the shy face again and suddenly wanted to change her old ideas. She also wants to be young and doesn't want to be a mature woman. She was still young, and she recalled that she had never been willful.
He stared at the woman in front of him, and she attracted all his eyes. He knew that she had endless stories, and he wanted to explore them. He doesn't know if it would be the same if it was another man, but besides, he wants to protect her and give her warmth.
He also misses another woman who comforted him as soon as he returned to this city, the same weak woman. He thought that life was like this, and she gave it to him, and they lived like this, neither good nor bad. But he wavered. Faced with this woman who suddenly entered life, he was a little at a loss. He wavered in his thoughts and measures of life.
He said to her, why not make it earlier, like that Sunday afternoon.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he wants to live with his own ideas.
She got lost in the subway, and she let him lose it on purpose until she really lost it, and no one could find anyone. She's a little anxious. She gave him a big hug when he found her sweating profusely.
Throughout the spring, they walked hand in hand through most corners of the city.
They only hold hands and sometimes kiss. She never talked about such a relationship, although everyone's relationship is like this. Her first love affair was still young, and she had no memory. The second one only remembered running everything for that man every day, without pure and beautiful tenderness. So every day she was with him was full of beauty and happiness.
He bought her an ice cream cone, which she only thought was a cheap food for the little girl. Taking the ice cream cone in his hand, she tasted the sweetness. So later, she always likes to let him buy her ice cream cones from far away. She likes to see the moment when the ice cream is about to melt in his hand, and then two people scramble to eat it. In her footsteps, she has never been so capricious.
Good times, no matter how long, are short-lived.
Soon, he will be deployed by the company again. They never made any promises. He left quite simply, and she didn't see him off. Only the night before they left, they watched movies one after another, just like meeting for the first time. They sat in the same position in the cinema and watched one after another. She saw the movie tickets he left in his wallet. She didn't know that he would keep those memories for a long time.
It's easier to wait without expectation. He doesn't have to keep her waiting, and she doesn't have to wait for him.
I just miss breeding.
He hides his thoughts every day and the irresponsible pain he has caused her. He stopped contacting the woman who had the original plan in her life. He knows that the more he misses her now, the more he proves that he has no love for that woman.
She constantly convinces herself and her fruitless love every day.
One day, two people can't stop looking for each other at the same moment, and then they can't stop to tell each other. In fact, there are only two words, and that is missing.
She was still waiting for him, but she was tired and left.
The right family-eternal truth
In recent days, I accidentally turned to the novel Les Miserables, feeling fascinated by mystery. After seeing the love tragedy between Augustine and Theodore, these are the only four words in my mind. T-Bag's romance as an artist and the lifestyle of an upper-class family never let the daughter of a small factory owner like Augustine really enter his world, let alone the way. Not only economically inappropriate, but also deep in their spiritual world. Theodore is an artist. He was once described as a genius in the article, while Augustine was only the daughter of a small family, innocent, without reading enough poetry books and social experience. Although she tried her best to make up for these shortcomings in order to save their failed marriage, there is no doubt that he failed. Augustine even asked her husband's lover, the Duchess, how to keep a man's heart. The duchess "enthusiastically" taught him the secret: "It is good to let these people pursue us, but if we marry them, it will be a serious mistake. We women should worship geniuses and appreciate them as children's play, but never live with them. Bah! Living with a genius is like the operas of those people sitting in the box, but they run backstage to see the organs of the scenery ... "Augustine just did it. I can't help but think of us in reality. How many points are on and off. When you are in love, everything is wonderful and sweet beyond imagination, and you can't wait to be together in minutes. But when you really face the daily necessities, everything seems to suddenly return to reality from dreams, and the simplest life has become a catalyst for the failure of two people's feelings.
What's going on recently?
Today's class is not as good as yesterday's. Comparatively speaking, I was so happy yesterday that nobody cared about me. Carefree surfing the internet, you have to bring a new person today. I didn't like it at first sight. Short, fat, unfriendly, listless all day.
In the morning, I asked her to use the non-editing on the eighth floor. It's very cold. Today, foggy weather has a great influence on me. I am extremely depressed and want to cry. What's wrong with me ... I'm depressed in this class and have done a lot of things that I owe a lot. Why am I so unstable and can't keep my feet on the ground? I don't even know who to tell or how to say it. This kind of feeling can only be digested slowly by itself, which is very uncomfortable. ...
It's almost time for dinner. Orange came to tell me that Miss Li from the news department is going to give us down jackets, only five, five ... Not much to say. I don't want the red one. So I'm not interested, but five places are hard to find.
Lunch express, maybe only oranges and I know the secret. I don't want to talk much or talk nonsense, so I just keep eating. It will be solved soon. Why do I have so many questions and so many things? Go to the eighth and third floors for self-study in the afternoon. In the meantime, Orange came to see me on the third floor, and we talked for a long time at the door, which seemed ambiguous. Rustling. Some colleagues have a long story to tell, and my sympathy has been bothering me. I can't help myself. What drives me crazy is not my job, but my class.
Then go back to 14 floor. I found no place for me to sit. If you want to call Aunt Liu, just go around the first floor. Orange asked me to go to the fourth floor and talk to their people. I'm so persuasive, just say a few words and I'll leave. Talk to those three boys who don't know each other very well. But my heart is still not practical. Then I went to get the down jacket, but fortunately it was not red and purple. Go back to 14, try it, it's too small. Decided to give it to my sister.
Today, my nephew is two years old. That's what I wrote on my mobile phone calendar. I want to go, but I don't know them when I know they are eating out. Forget it, forget it. I got off work early, pushed the orange cart to the station and talked a lot. This is my happiest time. I can say whatever I want. Express your joys and sorrows happily, although there are almost no joys and sorrows today ... suddenly I feel that I have had a miserable life.
It took a long time to wait for the bus, but I got on 64 1. There are really many things. Still sitting in a stepped posture, the knee is already 45. Very scary. That's all the way. Fetion once knew a handsome guy left someone on campus. It's good to talk to me and be a teacher. My legs were uncomfortable all the way, and my knees hurt like hell. Same position, different mood. That time it didn't start, but this time it's over.
Yes All right. okay ...
Handsome
How much does it take to see the true face of life? How much you see and think, you will no longer look at everything around you like a dream, thus smoothing the gap between dream and reality; How many setbacks will it take to be tamed by too much stimulation and too much helplessness in the secular world? ...
"I looked back on how many autumn, but I lost it. I didn't expect it, but I did. I can't explain these mistakes ... "
In the evening, listening to Danny Chan's "What do you want in life" under the orange light, there are really too many feelings.
Life is a long journey, different routes will bring different stories, and a person never knows what ups and downs he will give up, who he will know and who he will love each other.
"What kind of life do you want? I have compromised and tried to have it, and my dreams are colorful. Where can I collect it when I dissipate? What do you want in my life ... I didn't expect that all I lost was mine. "
Many things in life don't need to be watched or chosen, just like there are four seasons in a year, when flowers bloom and flowers fall ... At this time, clear and bright notes swirl down. My emaciated self is still standing among them, and a quiet smell spreads in my mind ... Oh! Let's walk the road of life smartly.
The author's anthology of the prodigal son
They met at that moment.
The abbot sat quietly under the tree to enjoy the cool.
There is a glass of water in front of you.
The abbot's eyes opened.
A leaf fell into the cup.
Floating rotary jump
Time seems to have stood still.
The leaves slowly sank to the bottom of the cup.
The water in the cup gradually changed color.
The abbot picked up this glass of water and drank it.
… … … …
Although there are thousands of flavors
The abbot raised his head.
Look down at the leaves at the bottom of the cup.
Be lost in thought
What a cautious encounter.
Shui Ye meditates on tea tasting.
Selected Works of Filial Piety Writers