Standing on the balcony, I first watched the birds scurry across the roof of the city and fly to the south under the gray sky. Xia Hong in the East makes the sky gorgeous. Before that, my blood was being tortured by the heat of late summer, and at this time, the coolness of autumn has been injected, which makes people feel like a watered seedling, or like a land with a long drought. At this moment, I was suddenly surprised to find that my heart was so calm. I didn't hate the air and sound in the city in the past.
I live in a corner of this city. In order not to be a "skin", I have changed my language, image and tolerance over the years. I am afraid of the contempt of the city, so I actively adapt to the rules of the city and strive to maintain my image and dignity so that I will not be despised by the city. On the one hand, I am more cold-eyed and contemptuous of those who dare to despise and laugh at me. On the other hand, I work harder to accept everything in this city, even to the point of starvation. Not long ago, I simply thought that adapting to this city was an important part of my life.
Cities are changing at an alarming rate every day, but only from one quantity to another, and there is no qualitative change. The arrogance in the bones of the city has never wavered, and it has even been magnified by people with ulterior motives.
The lawn in the central square of the city is evergreen all the year round. Since all the street trees were replaced by camphor trees, the urban landscape has become an oil painting, eternal, beautiful but lifeless. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing, but I can only perceive the seasonal changes of the whole city from the changes of temperature. After 18 years of polishing, my unparalleled yearning for the city began to weaken so much that I didn't respond at all.
The air and sound of the city bring me more haste and hardship of life. I gradually realized who I am. I don't want to forget, and I can't forget that I am just a passer-by in this city, a passer-by in the noisy crowd of this city, walking in a place that doesn't belong to me. For the city, I am just a simple walker.
In an increasingly big city, many things are being lost. They are not material, but just a small poor spiritual corner in the soul, which can arouse our mood.
The heavy rain last night made my dormant consciousness gradually recover, and I had a premonition that autumn was sneaking in with various customs. It hasn't rained so well for a long time. Facing the fresh sky, I think, in this city, I should leave some things, such as kindness, such as sincerity ... If the kindness and sincerity I sow can sprout on my daughter, what a happy thing it will be! This city urgently needs everyone who passes by to leave something behind, even if you are just a simple walker.
Since my view changed, my mind was bathed in the autumn rain last night, and my relationship with this city is no longer as complicated as before. Walking in the street every day, walking in a sunny city or drizzle, trying to maintain the last simple feelings and kind character in life.
When the graceful autumn rain, like a kitten with a warm body temperature, lies on my pillow in a crouching posture, I suddenly realize that what I want to express at this moment is the joy and satisfaction that I have been unable to express, and the knot that has finally been resolved-re-understanding autumn and re-understanding myself.
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