I was cleaning out the refrigerator at noon and found a bag of small yellow croaker, which I soaked in water and defrosted. Putting on gloves, I picked up a small fish with my right hand and let it lie flat in the palm of my hand. It was very small, its length could not exceed my

I was cleaning the refrigerator at noon and found a bag of small yellow croakers , which I soaked in water and defrosted.

Put on gloves, pick up a small fish with your right hand, and let it lie flat in the palm of my hand. It is very small, its length cannot exceed my palm, and it is very thin, its width cannot exceed my two fingers.

The little fish is lying in the palm of my hand. It is dead, and its soul should be gone. After all, it has been hiding in the snow for a long time! However, when I saw its eyes wide open and staring at me, I felt panicked. Holding the scissors, I didn't know how to start.

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Suddenly I remembered what Dai Xiu said. When she was cooking fish for her son, she felt a sense of guilt. Seeing a living life ruined in her hands, she vowed never to buy fish again! Every life has a soul.

"You can't think like this, you have already turned yourself into a fairy! You can't be a fairy anymore, the child is growing, not to mention your body also needs this kind of food!" This is what I advised her at that time. However, now that she was facing the palm-sized fish, she actually had the same idea as her.

I first met Dai Xiu at the Daguanzhong Poetry Meeting. I just felt that there was a woman wearing a linen cheongsam sitting next to me. I didn't pay attention to her. She was as quiet as me. She had been recording like me, but her handwriting was neat and graceful, while mine was scrawled and casual. .

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During the intermission, people left one after another, or walked out of the door, or gathered to chat. There were only two of us, motionless. I was flipping through my phone, and she was looking at Bai Lin's poetry collection.

Yaya came over, greeted her, and introduced her to me, saying that she was Li Ziqi from Baoji . Looking carefully, she actually smells like Li Ziqi. A braid hangs down from her right shoulder. She has an oval face, delicate facial features, lively eyes, a high and small nose bridge, and a slight movement of her thin lips. She speaks softly. Quiet as a spring, dignified and beautiful, with extraordinary temperament. For such an elegant woman, there were traces of sun exposure on her face, which made her puzzled.

So we started chatting. She and I had endless things to say, and I was more willing to listen. Even when we took a nap after lunch, we still couldn't stop. In the corner of the hall on the second floor, the dark and comfortable sofa became our world.

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She idled her house in the city and lived a pastoral life. She was close to the land, flowers and plants, and even built another house in her own courtyard. I can't imagine that this woman in front of me is so delicate. How a woman builds a house by herself! There is no longer doubt in my heart, she is a woman who likes the sun.

Her husband is away from home all year round, and her daily life consists of driving her son to school and taking care of her flowers, vegetables and fruit trees. Of course, there are also the poems she likes and the joy in her heart.

Sitting in the yard every night, she looked at the stars in the sky, listened to the chirping of insects and frogs, and she could even see the cemetery, standing in the darkness, only a dozen meters away from her. But her heart is quiet and calm. She enjoys and is grateful for this kind of life and is grateful for the small courtyard where she met her. I stayed there for four years. When I first went there, my son was only eight years old.

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I understood every word she said, and I admired her courage. She said what was she afraid of? Everyone underground has a soul. Those animals, flying insects, flowers, plants and trees are all there. Stay with her!

Everyone has the right to choose their own life, to live the way they like, no matter what is right or wrong, just for the joy in their heart.

From then on, whenever the sky darkens, I will think of Daixiu and that lonely little courtyard.

I am Chu Chenchen, thank you for reading

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