Night is falling and it is raining outside the window!
The sound of drizzle has been flooding my heart for some time! The autumn rain is like the missing words in late autumn, drowned in the colorful fallen leaves, evoking my memories!
Ordinary days always walk through my ordinary life from time to time, taking away loneliness, loneliness and joy. I can't imagine that my life will eventually become a scene in these ordinary days, extending and expanding the meaning of life!
Autumn is gone and winter comes. This early winter time is also a season for nostalgia. So when you listen to the sound of rain outside the window, you always think of the past about early winter in your heart. Although it is far away, you still review my life and fight my heartstrings!
In this memory, there is one thing that left the deepest impression on me. That is, the family is surrounding the stove. I live in the north and mainly rely on the stove to keep warm. When winter gets colder, the family will gather around the stove, chat, eat, read books, and make tea. This situation can be seen everywhere in the winter in our northern rural areas, and it is very happy. Even now, when winter comes, I still often enter my nostalgia!
Years are like flowing water. When I opened the floodgates of memory, I realized that those stories that have long been distant. Reading the words that fell into life, I still found that those coldest seasons are the warm springs in our lives!
Maybe, our lives are very ordinary, but this is not the reason for us to sink. Every part of our journey has a scenery worth remembering! For this reason, whenever I feel lonely in the ordinary, I will review my days in my ordinary time. I place hopes on nostalgia, and only use this as a rain of nourishment!
Now, it’s winter again!
The wind is mixed with a hint of chill, as if a familiar paragraph is presented in front of you! Yes, I can never go back to that village. I smelled the rain, recited time, and thought of the stove again. The flame that warmed my memory was it that ignited my hope!
At this moment, I am sitting quietly in the autumn night, watching the loneliness of winter, and a kind of thought flew out of the window and flew towards the winter night!
Everyone has a established life. The scenery along the way has made us successful, but only the scenery that falls into our hearts can always become our nostalgia!
Time is still there, but we are no longer who we were!
Early winter time, the years are silent, silently accompanying the seasons to write chapters of change in time. Inadvertently, we have experienced various scenery in the passing years. Yes, for us, this will be a lifelong silence. Therefore, I firmly believe that whether it is the sunny day or the wind and rain, whether it is the thick ink or the light in the book, we must hold the courage and perseverance of life in making a living, and seek the poetry of life in making love. Perhaps, this is the life we want, right?
At some point, the rain outside the window had stopped! Walking in this quiet night, I heard my heartbeat! It was like a note bounced under the fingertips, so I secretly thanked: I am still alive, breathing the air...
2022.11.11
Note: The picture is from the Internet, thank you!
Author Profile: Wen Xiaohong, from Changzhi, Shanxi, works at Changzhi Shangdang Secondary Vocational School. He is a lecturer. His online name is mostly used in pedestrians, Wen Xiaohongzhu, Changzhi pedestrians, etc. He loves literature and mainly writes prose poetry. His literary works are mainly scattered in China Writers Network, Hongxiu Tianxiang, Jiangshan Literature, Prose Online, Yangliuan, China Poetry Network , Toutiao, Baijiahao and other major websites, as well as Shanxi Daily, Qilu Literature, Education and Teaching Research and other publications. The novel "Woman in a Rental House" is listed on Hongxiu Tianxiang . He is currently the deputy editor-in-chief and editor of the prose column of Jiangshan Literature Tianya column. It has always been my creative principle to use words to record life. I will follow my writing, so please pay attention.
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