Life is bright and everything is lovely
Winter solstice (Guangdong)
Shadows hung over the disastrous moon, and crows perched on the cold tip. The cold wind is biting, and the sound of falling rain reflects the noise of the city.
In this bustling, there is also a secluded place. Step down, push the door and push in.
Ding!
The door blocked the world, and the soothing piano blocked the human voice.
"Two cups of cappuccino, please. . "I chose a window seat and sat down.
The orange street lamps in the alley are like stars in the dust, and the blue bricks and green tiles tell a long history.
My thoughts drifted until the doorbell rang again and a middle-aged woman dressed simply and hurriedly sat down in front of me.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't delay your time, did I? " She put down her bag and made up in a hurry.
"Nothing, please adjust first and take a deep breath to relax." I slowly stirred the coffee, watching the milk foam rippling, and the faint fruity smell pervaded. "This is not a job, so I'll just chat."
"My name is Xu Feng." She took a gulp of coffee, as if it were no different from instant coffee. "I have been divorced for a long time, and now I have two children, both of whom are at school."
This day is really impossible.
I am an ordinary accountant, but the leader is picky all day and can't pass me. This account is wrong, and that watch is correct ... Just today, I went to pick up a child from school, and my watch was a few minutes late, and I started yelling at people again. It was a bully!
Well, this kind of life is really not a human life. Is it easy for me to support my family? Those two at home are rebellious again, always holding back. "
I looked at her tired face and there was a mouth like a machine gun under two huge bags under her eyes. Maybe her life is a mess, but it doesn't deserve sympathy.
But out of professional ethics, I still comforted a few words.
"Well, what makes you so upset today?"
"Today, still so depressed.
I met Xiao Huang, the new comer of the company, on the subway. Do you think young people should not be full of vigor and vitality? He was only in his twenties when he fell asleep on the iron. Hey, young people nowadays. Oh, what a pity.
Well-and that Fenze bar, it's a mess, it seems that there are still people fighting, that's called a fierce, it's terrible.
What hope do you think this society has?
But the hardest thing to say is that I saw an old lady sitting alone on a bench, staring at a tree, her eyes a little cloudy, and no one was with her. "
Her eyes were a little red, and she paused.
"My mother is also before leaving.
My dad left early, my ex-husband and I were busy, and we had to take care of the children, so we didn't have much time to spend with the elderly. Every day, she goes to the park and sits and looks at a big banyan tree with the words of husband and wife engraved on it.
She sat all day and did nothing.
She said that she missed Lao Xu.
It wasn't long before dad came to pick her up. "
She stared at the bottom of the glass, full of melancholy. She didn't cry. Maybe she stopped crying a long time ago.
I took a sip of coffee and asked, "What do you want to do most now?"
"Find a place where no one is, jump off a building, and get it over with."
"I respect your choice."
She looked at me in some surprise.
"If you are determined to leave this world, why not finally enjoy its beauty? Go west, and the Sirius Tower there will be a good destination. " I paused, "but please pay attention to the people and things along the way, especially those who brought you a bad mood just now." If you still want to die then, I respect you. "
"Please remember that you are very important." I stared into her eyes. "You gave me an unforgettable night. Thank you. "
I know it's risky, but I want to gamble. After all, I've always been lucky.
She mumbled something, but said nothing. She got up slowly and left.
Ding!
Feng Hsu stepped into the busy street again, and people came and went, and she seemed a little out of place.
The man's words lingered in her ears for a long time. Apart from her parents, he was the first person who cared about her.
"Look, is this the old popsicle?"
Not far away, an old man with some lisps carefully tore open the parcel and gave it to his wife beside him.
"Don't let your son know."
"Very good." The old lady was so happy that she couldn't see, and her toothless mouth carefully held the popsicle.
Just like many years ago, boys scrimped and saved to buy 20 cents popsicles for girls. In order not to be discovered by adults, they hid in the corner and ate and laughed.
"After you marry me, I will buy you popsicles every day."
"good!"
Xu Feng thought: Maybe mother was not sad at that time.
She walked on, and many unrestrained foreigners set up barbecue stalls. The barbecue is noisy and fragrant.
Local music and food give some comfort to people in other places.
People who were fighting just now also sat together to eat and drink.
"Beauty, would you like some?" A middle eastern man with a beard shouted to her.
She shook hands and declined their kindness.
Speaking of which, she used to have many suitors.
Time will make people old, but the world is not so bad.
She still walked towards Sirius Tower, but her pace was much slower.
A stage was set up under the tower, a street band was playing and many passers-by stopped to watch.
The guitarist and lead singer in front of the band turned out to be Xiao Huang.
He took off the fatigue of the day, his slender fingers fluttered on the strings, his lips approached the microphone gently, and his voice was very magnetic, blowing people's hearts like the wind. This song is called Hope.
"Remember that the morning will come."
As the night surrenders to the sun (the night will surrender to the sun)
No matter how dark it becomes (no matter how dark the world becomes)
Don't stop your light from shining (and don't hide your own light)
Because it won't be over until you say it's over (if you don't face the problem directly, the haze will linger)
Nothing is impossible (if you choose to run away from everything)
Unless you walk away (the problem will never be solved)
You see I have hope (you see me, always full of hope)
……"
There is something on Xu Feng that is dissipating. She smiled and turned to join the crowd.
……
The second time I saw her, it was at Santa Monica Beach.
Whales fall in the wind, and geese return in the clouds.
Soft white sand wraps your feet, and the breeze is mixed with light salty seawater. Chaoyang weaves a golden net and gathers barefoot women by the sea.
She seems to go against the times and glow with youthful brilliance.
A white dress floated in the blue sky and blue sea, and plain hair rolled up the morning mist.
There is a skateboard in front of her. In the picture, two children are playing, and the waves wet their trouser legs.
She smiled when she saw me and gave me this picture.
She wrote four words "Life is bright" and made beautiful notes.
I picked up a pen and wrote "Everything is lovely".
Life is bright and everything is lovely.
Author's style:
About the author:
High school students from Guangdong to Japan. Write as you please and live an elegant and exquisite life.
Introduction to this edition:
Li Shuhua, a prodigal son in the book, female, born in 1966, senior English teacher in middle school, member of Zhenjiang Writers Association, member of Danyang Writers Association, member of Danyang Poetry Couplet Association, member of non-party intellectuals association of United Front Work Department of Zhenjiang Municipal Committee, member of Danyang Table Tennis Association, member of Lianhu Table Tennis Club, volunteer of Danyang Charity Federation, member of Danyang Student Nursing Home, member of Danyang Phoenix Charity, and member of Danyang Ruyi Charity. He has read in newspapers and magazines such as Youth Poetry Forest, Zhenjiang Teachers College, Danyang Daily, Zhenjiang Daily, Jingjiang Evening News, English Weekly, English for Middle School Students, Friends of English, Yangzi Evening News, Writers' World and Contemporary Writers. Invited columnist of Chinese and foreign literature and art, contemporary digest, the most beautiful writer, founder, editor-in-chief and anchor of Spray Art ... Wechat: In August, 2020, he published the collection of essays "Flying Songs of the Waves".
Painter's style:
Brief introduction of the painter:
English: When she saw me, she gave me this picture with a smile.
English: When she saw me, she smiled and gave me the picture.
Japanese: Her daughter has a private meeting; She smiled; She has a private meeting; She has a private meeting.