The editor suggests that I can write life stories, preferably short essays that are closer to life, which can attract everyone's attention and resonance. The "proposition" composition of
is not my best. I like to write with emotion, write as I like to write without restrictions, just like writing freely when I often take the high-speed rail.
typing on the computer keyboard for a long time in the evening, but I couldn't write a line of words for a long time. bored, I came out and walked around.
The cool breeze by the lakeside of the late autumn brushes my face gently. I like autumn, the leaves are tender and yellow, the atmosphere is soft and the tones are bright.
The magnificence of gold does not show the innocence of spring, not the strength of summer, but the softness and wisdom. In autumn, you know that your life is limited, but you are still alive.
"Jiangfeng Fishing Fire" in the distance reflects the "drift lights" by the lake. This beautiful Jiangnan town looks particularly quiet under the night. I like this night and enjoy this kind of comfort and tranquility without any sense of incongruity.
The small square on the shore of the lake is dancing square dance with the rhythm of music; the people who run at night, men and women, old and young, some of them wear headphones and listen to music, and are intoxicated in their own world.
children led their parents and jumped happily; a fully equipped bicycle rider, they shook their headlights, and the ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
The strangers I saw on the plank road by the lake, passing by them, so peaceful, peaceful and quiet.
We live in the same world, and although there is no intersection, they are so formed into a landscape in my life.
Anne Erno "The Years" says:
In fact, we are completely in the same world, and time is also passing ruthlessly.
When I was years ago, I came to this small city, alone, starting from the bottom, and there was no one around me who spoke.
Whenever I am alone, bathed in the moonlight at night alone, I sometimes feel lonely, desolate, sad and helpless; I also feel tranquility, vastness, joy and strength, and these opposite feelings sometimes merge together.
Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the rivers and moons look similar every year.
I don’t know who the moon is waiting for in the river, but I see Yangtze River sending flowing water.
people are in a foreign land, with unchanging local accent or taste, "Homewhere is the village at dusk at the end of the evening of , the smoke and waves on the river make people sad. " hometown has never disappeared in my heart.
In everyone's subconscious mind, they have longing and dependence for their hometown, and with a faint homesickness, they go to the world for their homes and wander around the world.
However, once your hometown leaves, it is difficult to step into the river of your hometown again. The only thing that remains unchanged is your memories of your hometown.
It always surrounds and tracks me until my body temperature and breathing return to the same as before I left home.
The hometown that I can't go back to will always be hidden in my heart.
The town I was born in is a relatively closed place.
Since I remembered, the town has a strong clan concept, Feng Shui dragon veins, temples, and feudal superstitious thoughts have filled every life scene.
Heaven and Earth Lord, Land Lord, landlord master, gods of all sizes, and temples of different levels are everywhere in the townships.
I lived in my hometown for more than ten years. I left the township after graduating from high school, went to study and work in other places, and only came back every few days every year.
slowly, due to work reasons, I came back less and less. Now every time I go back to my hometown, I am like a passerby and a foreigner local people.
The hometown dialect I speak is different from the people in my hometown, mixed with the "soft and soft accent" at the workplace. The Mandarin I speak is mixed with Beijing accent , Guangdong accent and Chaoshan accent.
So, before each time I speak, I have to pause a little and switch to the hometown dialect in my memory to avoid making a laugh.
My hometown, although the general appearance of the town has completely changed, life does not seem to have changed much.
Age men and women gather in summer at the corner of the west eaves of the city and under the big banyan tree in the North Gate Market, playing Paijiu, playing Sangong, and shaking dice to bet on small money.
3rd aunt, fourth aunt, parents and parents chat in a short time, seventh uncle and eight uncle, their chests and big belly are enjoying the cool air in the summer, everything seems boring and boring.
People are still paying attention to each other and peeking at each other. The streets and alleys are still spreading rumors like wind. They are sad, resentful, jealous, joyful, happy, blind date and love each other in this small circle.
Every time I go back, I no longer pay attention to the clan or relatives like before.
Once adults live independently, they sometimes feel that relatives are often vulgar. They try to benefit from each other and roll their eyes if they don’t get enough of them. In addition to relatives who are close to blood, some relatives are really inferior to friends or classmates.
However, where the roots of childhood are rooted, everything there will always be related to you. I have never left this thick soil, and my soul has always been there. The stories there are always fertile ground for you to write. There is a tension that happens in a stagnant and closed air that is worth recording.
material life is actually a very simple thing. It is just three meals a day, and you can live very well in most situations; but the abundance of the soul depends on the absorption of knowledge and the purification of the soul.
In this complicated and noisy world, a person can quietly enjoy the tranquility and beauty of life, concentrating on talking to himself seriously, and clearly know what he wants, rather than letting himself go, is a rare soberness in the world.
I don’t have the glamorous resume of others, the talent and extraordinary strength of others, I am just an ordinary person. But I will insist on doing one thing, Zhan Ru's hobbies like writing, and persevere.
Everyone lives in a different jungle. Only by choosing the jungle you want to go to and you can adapt to can you feel the real fun!
Over the years, I have kept recording life, using words to record the familiar and strangers around me, and recording their life, work, love and sorrow full of energy and blood.
text has a wonderful power: even after many years, readers still have the ability to communicate with you in the past.
so I recall slowly, record slowly, walk slowly
Writer Chi Zijian wrote a passage:
Life can be slower, and then slower. The clock of life cannot be turned forward blindly, but you must get used to being late to life.
We can be more lingering on moonlit nights, or we can stay for a few more days during the journey due to the beautiful scenery. Stay at your own pace and go with the flow.Dance with the wind and sing with the rain!
Yes, There are many beautiful things in this world, and it is easy to pass by when you walk too fast.
