The rain is the cloud's favorite companion, but I always inexplicably favor the rainy season, the sentiment of the rain, for many years, has not changed, in it every time when it comes, will miss the carefree teenagers, miss the passing of the beautiful youth, miss the hometown of the river and a piece of the golden wheat fields dancing in the wind......
These years of fighting with life, has been exhausted, but also white Shaohua, I often ask myself, is still that idealistic red-blooded teenager? Whether to live into their own desired appearance? Whether every time you get frustrated, you can still glow and be excited? Whether it is still the original appearance of it ......
Yes, I have never had a clear answer, in the life of a setback, after an ordeal, and sometimes just so comfort themselves: "thirty has passed, and go with the flow of it!"
In fact, life is not as good as nine out of ten, over the years have worked hard for the ideal, tired, repentant, encountered bumps in the road and also gave up, not as good as a person hiding in the corner and cried, there are joys and sorrows on earth, but each person has a different life experience, stories, sadness, and some of the helplessness is just, and can not feel the same way with each other.
A dear friend once complained to me that she regretted marrying into this city, and that her parents-in-law always accused her of being wrong, and her husband didn't speak up for her, and not only that, but often complained that she hadn't fulfilled her wifely duties. She had also asked me, "Have you encountered anything very bad in your life? Has there been anything very painful?"
In my opinion, these trivial things are just the daily life, in my case, the work is not smooth, all kinds of helplessness in life, my father's sudden death and I was not able to see the last side, and then I found out that the tumor, lying in the operating room table, in the state of general anesthesia by the respiratory machine for more than ten hours of surgical operations, I think this is the life of the most terrible and most painful things! The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
After experiencing the parting of the world and the aftermath of the disaster, I realized that the worst thing in the world is when some people have 80% of the happiness, but also for the remaining 20% of the suffering and to argue. And some people are still for some small things and chatter and pretense, in fact, everyone should be content, no matter what life gives us, we should not complain and fear, cherish the short life every day,
line in the city, bustling, tired, always want to turn themselves into a quiet person, do not see the old friends, do not know the new man, the only person alone, quiet and free from constraints, and enjoy belonging to the I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Also sometimes, very much want to go back to the strangers, plant a vegetable field, herd a group of cattle and sheep, raise a group of ducks, in that the river side of the leisurely stroll, in that endless golden wheat fields in the harvest of busy, in that a green village under the rain, do a laugh silly naive people, to say that some ridiculous, in the seemingly barbaric era, these are just the inner sensibility of the line of text.
Every time I am sad, I always think of the hometown of the river, every spring, both sides of the river will be full of dandelions, teenagers, they gave me unlimited imagination and vitality, I am often in the river with my friends fishing, catching crabs, but also along the banks of the river to pick the dandelions that furry seeds, they seem to be a graceful elf, and when they are held in the heart of the hand, and then meet the The breeze gently threw them into the air, so they will be accompanied by the breeze to fly freely ......
So far, I often dream of the dandelions along the creek, they are like a young girl in the spring sleep, wearing a furry white dress, fuzzy face to me slowly drifting, lingering in the ears and cheeks, so that I am in the corner of my mouth in my sleep raised I thought I was back to that red-blooded teenager, holding the dandelion's furry seeds in my hand, frolicking and playing carefree under the village and by the river....... I was awakened by the sound of this playfulness in my sleep, and I held my hands tightly in the air, not wanting to open my eyes, and I wanted to go back to my dream once again to say goodbye to that red-blooded teenager. I want to go back to the dream again, and say goodbye to the red-blooded boy, but I know that, as long as I search, it is impossible to come back to the road and meet you.
The years are long, all the way to the flowers, all the way to the rugged, no matter how bad things encountered in the journey of life, how painful things, the outside world is still mountains, water, water, yes! "The world does not become routed by grief." I think after the baptism of the years, although the vicissitudes of life, but also should make themselves stronger and braver.
These years with life, stumbling, although there is reluctance, but also compromise, although there is sadness, but also happy. The heart of the longing, once again the sword to go to the end of the world, may return is still red-blooded young man, wish a lifetime of smooth, a lifetime of being loved!