Once we were still young, carrying the yellow troubles, but at that moment we knew that we would grow old. The older I grew, the more lonely I was. When I walked through the bleak winter, I experienced another desolation in my heart. Last winter, my mother and I went to the field to pick vegetables. Except for the vegetables in three parts of the Acre under our feet, there was a barren field around. Not far away, a vast expanse of withered and yellow weeds were burning in the blazing fire, and a thick blue smoke rose in the air. Suddenly, an inexplicable sadness came out of my heart. I know that behind the light is darkness, behind the prosperity is loneliness, and after the beauty is a scene of withering. Maybe all the beauty in the world will experience a burning, just like a flourishing age fireworks, which will eventually turn into ashes. However, looking at the scene in front of me, I thought a lot, thinking that life can only be cultivated in the resurrection of death again and again. This winter buried all I had. I was sad and delighted. I began to look forward to a warm spring. I was placed in this desolate and barren land, and I suddenly asked curiously, where is our rape flower? Mother smiled, silly child, where can rape flowers come from in winter? Spring will come. I suddenly realized that the golden rape flowers once flooded my young childhood, and that golden silhouette was clearly destroyed in my mind. Now I have lost my memory. I only remember that there was once a piece of rape flower, golden and green, just like the time shortage wrapping my childhood and growing all the way. When I opened the package of memory again, I saw beauty but forgot time, just like me, even forgot which season rape flowers belong. Maybe there is always a moment in life, because of beauty, I forget the time, let everything around me, and even forget myself. There are always a few people in your life that you will never forget, a few cities that make you linger, and a few songs that you will never get tired of listening. My heart is tired, I want to find someone to tell, and the person who is most willing to listen is always myself. I know that I am a loyal listener and a loyal reader, because neither we nor I like betrayal. At this moment, I typed lines of words to let the gentle notes flow gently in my heart. Yang Yuying’s song “I am waiting for you in Spring” was still so beautiful and beautiful. I was intoxicated, not only because of her sweet voice, but also because the soft lyrics kissed my earmuffs, which was a murmur that could comfort my sadness. If a song can be a dream, I would rather listen to the single cycle for a lifetime; If a city can block a heart, I would rather stop and wait for a lifetime; If a love can perfect a story, I am willing to give up three thousand prosperity and promise a happy life. When I was young, I promised myself that I must become a very powerful person in the future. I want to be a swordsman in others’ eyes and a hero in my own eyes. It turns out that I can’t escape from my little self all the time. Later, I learned that to be a great man, one must learn to be a puppet first, and to be a businessman, one must learn to be a hurting person first. I can disguise, but the disguise is not enough, I will also hurt people, but the wound is not cruel enough. If I gather all my intelligence together, feel deeper in my mind and more vicious in my means, and throw out a little Yin flying knife at a critical moment, maybe my life will change dramatically, but I’m afraid I don’t know myself at that time. Therefore, I began to believe in fate. When one’s efforts and efforts couldn’t bring out the most beautiful youth, I could only use fate to explain that numerology sometimes must exist, and numerology should not be insisted at all times, everything is just because the oath is too beautiful, but the reality is too cruel. A long time ago, I had been looking forward to going to a university I yearned for, longing for a job I liked, and also hoping to marry a woman I liked. Then would I become the happiest person in the world? There are too many variables in life, and anything coming is not the final ending. No one can be sure what is the happiest and what is the most painful to lose. Then the only best way for us to get happiness is to overcome our inner fear. Things beyond our hearts are too slim and there are too many uncertain factors that can happen at any time. In fact, the key to life and happiness was put into our infancy on the day we were born, but we were too ignorant at the beginning, looking all the way, but lost all the way. Facing the crossroad of youth, we took too many detours to realize that we were finally tired. Maybe it was those detours that paved a broad road. Even if we regret being young and frivolous at the beginning, we should not forget to say thank you, because every step we take is an experience, and these are often the most precious wealth in our hearts. I used to grope constantly in the tunnel of time, wandering from place to place on the way, and stumbling all the way. I used to think that the world was far away from myself, but actually I was far away from the world. I lived in the world, feeling so close and so far. I gradually got used to this feeling, because everything tended to be plain, I began to rely on this stable status quo. My youth could not stand the trouble, and the step-by-step life was also a kind of comfortable life. Sometimes I am afraid that I will accidentally walk into a deserted land and lose myself from now on. But I know that when winter comes and spring comes, there is another warm wind dyeing the boundless green, and my heart recovers again in all things. I lit up the little hope of spring and went back to this beautiful coastal city. I started to continue working and living. I wanted to open my mind and face the sea. The spring was warm and flowers were blooming. QQ:1300882611

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