When you read more and more books and learn more and more things, you will find yourself shallow and ignorant, and feel more and more ignorant. Maybe that can be called modesty, admire modesty.
Meet, coordinate with each other, travel together, share the experience of not meeting each other, and listen to the sound of the wind blowing in your ear. Three people huddled in a gadget and bought some things with each other. The agreed destination eventually turned to a farther place, and they coordinated with each other. They said that a street was delicious, they drank porridge, and finally they chose to change places because it was difficult to choose. Hard-to-read words seem to see classical Chinese, especially narrow entrance, and some. A small building with simple texture and a sense of carving, I chose the adjacent tables and chairs during my first visit and saw a simple glass oil lamp covered with dust outside the window. Maybe it's not an oil lamp, because I don't remember seeing a lamp that actually lit oil when I was a child, and I don't want to recall those memories in detail.
Ordered a set meal for two; Braised beef rice, the first thing is to eat this. I ordered a dough shrimp with a little rose sugar in it, which is very sweet. I have always called it tadpole, a cold potato wrapped in red pepper, and some Dai flavor, but it is different from Dai flavor, wrapped in tofu and supported by a white plate in the shape of wings. The entrance is just soft, and the beauty lies in the minute when the teeth meet. Choose dishes together, discuss together, take photos together, and wait for the dishes to say something. Maybe I don't remember those words at all. There are only warm memories in the depths of memory. When three or two friends get together for the first time, I eat together and don't tease each other about how they eat. I only look down at the dishes in the bowl, irregular plates, shared dishes, my own dishes, square tables and chairs, and three different personalities. Go with the wind and return with a full load. Touched the long-lost strings, and some were eager to try.
Back to the sudden darkness of the space nest; With the inspiration in memory, liking the darkness can make people calm down and think quietly. Something is better than nothing.
A few pieces of air-dried sliced sour papaya from afar, take a few pieces and put them in the quilt; Sprinkle some sugar, soak in water, sour and sweet, like this weird, hate the weird smell but like the weird taste, it's not weird, it's weird. I took off my shoes and socks, but I couldn't get them out of my mouth.
My friend's message asked if Zhang was right, and I was worried in my words. Only by replying to the flowers can he feel at ease, because he is grateful and helpful, and he needs others to help him and feel guilty about you, so that he can become softer, warm himself and soften others. This is growth.
I like the freshness after rain. Some leaves in the jungle give off fresh and clean air and wash the sky. The cloud is like a broken lotus root. We are linked together, listening to other people's experiences, stories, those who left, those who came back and those who accompanied us, engraved in our hearts, just like meeting ourselves in a dream, sharing each other's stories together, and those unforgettable expressions are memorable. There is no confusion and fatigue after a nap. When I went back to my nest, I chose a favorite picture to make a scenery, which was very comfortable. It's a fragrant feeling. After waking up, simple food is not difficult to choke, but I suddenly thought of my mother and home. It's no big deal, but trivial things are enough to listen carefully, not boring teachers, but worthy of respect. It's great to practice what you have been learning but haven't learned, ask for advice on what you have learned for many years, and get careful teaching. This is her name. Please allow me to call her that, read a book, leave some notes and buy a pair of sandals. Because it's autumn and my feet itch, you can take the ointment donated by your partner. At first, if you pour chopped red pepper on your feet, some salt water will soak on your feet, which is not beautiful. Only gratitude.
Last night, he shared a song with me, which was pure tone without lyrics. He said, close your eyes and listen carefully, and you will feel at ease. I complied with his request. Maybe it is a suggestion in the eyes of others, but it is a mandatory requirement in my eyes. I am so eager for such a request because he is willing to share it with me, which is more important than anything else, because I know it is not easy for him to share with others, and that is the greatest gift. I took the commemorative album I made for it and wrote the message from my classmates. It was a pen, delicate and gentle, and said a lot. Extreme as always, but I was fascinated by it. Because of the unusual quality of being fierce now, I finally expressed my opinion and had a good dream. This is the ending. No more news.
He said that if dreams become empty, the dreamland will last forever. It was a beautiful dream at first, but now there is only empty space, empty people, empty dreams and empty environment.
Reading Xi Murong's poem "Notes on Knotting", I don't quite remember the content; The warm scene and atmosphere are unforgettable. Read it together. Twice, did I have a summary in my heart? I firmly answered no, but some people's shadows flashed in my heart, fleeting, and I met an emotional emperor named walking expression pack, which felt very commensurate. Ready to start painting nail polish. Amuse yourself.
The light purple scrub nail polish is uneven and unprofessional, because it is twisted and painted with light pink nail polish. Actually, it is not. I find that some things can be done very well and almost perfectly for the first time, but doing what I can do will destroy the original beauty. I think love is the same, with time and frequency restrictions. The so-called human error is vividly reflected. The same is true of life. With the length and width of time, you can share your recent books and writings with new people and change your attitude towards life. At first, I stopped being shy and started talking about it. I like to enjoy this feeling and played a basketball game. Running and jumping, like dancing, like an elf, with a clever shadow, sweating like drinking a little wine, intoxicated. I think people will become ugly. Whether shooting or for you, your gaze is the greatest strength. I hope you haven't left for a long time, and you can vaguely see my smart figure by my side. I cooked a packet of glutinous rice balls, all spilled black sesame seeds and floating balls, but they were all eaten by everyone. I didn't cook well here, but I was respected. Nobody had dinner. How nice and comfortable.
You think that some people will die of old age all their lives, but you don't know that one day, with a peaceful mind, a peaceful tone, a taste that doesn't imply other meaning or speculate, you just tell the homesickness, those fruits and those full smells. When you recall them in the middle of the night, you can't help drooling and instantly recall those beautiful and moving times.
Light, once full of warm time. I haven't seen that tree. Maybe I saw it disappear as early as in my memory, leaving only a trace. I don't remember whether the taste of fruit is sour or sweet for a long time, but I remember myself that day, who was filled with honey. Every time I talk about this past, my heart will instantly soften. Some softness cannot be replaced or changed by others. It will stay warm for a long time. I hope this is what I cherish. No matter who I like, who I don't like, and how deep I am, I am protected. Protecting you is my instinctive reaction. But I don't love you. Some people hurt the whole world and don't want to hurt you. It's good that others don't need to know about it, because I will keep those lucky things in my heart, because I know it won't happen again, because it won't happen again, so it will be more precious. It's rare to meet each other late.
I also know not to force others to accept my heart and gift, even if I am extremely careful, because I don't know what trouble and pressure a very thoughtful gift will bring to others. Casuality is the best ending. If you accept me, I will give it to you. If you don't accept me, I will suddenly keep something. Some things were described by a friend in high school as' sometimes you have to have them in your life, don't insist on them all the time'. This is the best way to be satisfied with it. Just like you don't like it but learn to accept it, because there is no other way, even if there is another way, it is the best choice, isn't it?
When you meet what you need to meet among thousands of people, people and things can be decided whether they are good or not, not to mention whether you want to. There are always too many people who believe that everything depends on human efforts, just as everything is natural. What comes naturally is only artificial catalysis and natural gift.
If you can meet, maybe you won't meet anyone. When you can't meet, there may be many people you want to see. When you really have a choice, you will start to be confused again. Most people follow suit.
I like Xi Murong. I don't have noisy rhetoric, I don't have overly lively rendering, I tell the story directly. Recently, I always confuse the authors of the books I read, always confuse Anne Baby and Xi Murong as one person, and always overlap some of their lives. I don't know why I always think of Xi Murong's husband as Annie's baby in the garden. I'm surprised at this. My children, neighbors and musicians' sisters are not so distinct. Think carefully, but there is no exit, so I put it on hold for the time being. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe that part was envy. I envy her for having a good husband, wisdom, courage and reason, and helping her read the manuscript. Those happiness are all things we have never had, so I envy them. Trivial and meaningless happiness like that is what every woman pursues all her life, and she enjoys it all her life. This leads to the so-called tragedy or comedy, and she has to bear and bear the heavy consequences of sadness and joy.
I don't know why I always think trains are special. Others may know that it's not because of some scenes in some movies. Perhaps it is because the train carries the sweetest childhood dreams. At that time, the most vivid memory about my father has been completely forgotten, about a few years old, as if it happened in the last century. If it is unclear and ethereal, it can't be described clearly and accurately, but I know how I feel in my heart. Mid-Autumn Festival, short vacation, going out, encountering trains, crowded lanes and various carriages, I didn't recognize myself as usual. There should have been a seat at that time, and I was hesitant at that time. I was used to being polite before I typed these words. I always live like a puppet, attached to all those who demand my own form according to other people's requirements and expectations. I only go out, only travel, only experience, away from all information TV series. Only by using mobile phones and social software can we feel and recognize ourselves with our eyes and hearts. The truth is not through post-baptism information or hype reports. After all, you will meet with texture yourself. You must believe this, because we are all our own miracles.
May you become an immortal soul and miracle in someone's heart, and live forever with long-term companionship and waiting, or with indelible memories of the past and the bottom of my heart. You should be willing to be a person with texture, no matter what kind of person exists.
Arriving at Jianshui in the evening, mixed with busy and depressed stations, crowded people, shouts of drivers, wavering thoughts, not knowing where to go to get to that specific place, following many people to take the bus, there is no bus facilities in a bustling city, and the oldest appearance is sparse in twos and threes, but there is enough space, and there is no cramped space and breathless space in a big city, and I bump into antique houses and the pace of modernization. In the crowded and busy street, I got off the bus and walked freely on the street, stopping and stopping, encountering a little anxiety and anxiety. Fortunately, I am calm and strong enough inside. After all, I once wandered, screamed and cried in a strange city, and met my first old self when I met Jianshui.
I wore a light pink skirt from my high school partner, embroidered with fine flowers, which was extremely literary. I've been mixing the wind, a white shirt with two black lines embroidered on the neckline, a velvet cardigan with chain buttons and black canvas shoes with eye patterns.
Zhengbei Street, Confucius Cultural Square, Pedestrian Street, looking for places that need to solve physiological needs everywhere, because the backpack is very heavy, I searched around for two hours. There is a beloved notebook and a notebook commemorative book I made myself, some nuts and an unfinished book in the backpack, Bear. White cotton skirt, asked the local classmates but didn't get any information. I continued to get up and look for it. Finally, I found it everywhere, but suddenly I found the backpack there, the mobile phone there, and the wallet I had been holding in my hand was not there. All the documents and ID cards were from this country. It is necessary to buy tickets, stay in hotels and even eat. There is an agricultural bank card issued by a high school and a construction bank card handled by a university in the university admission notice. There is also a credit union that my father just opened for convenience. The first two are also bound with online banking, all the cash, the exam notice I have been preparing, the meal card, and some documents. I searched my backpack carefully, searched it over and over again, first solved my physiological needs, carefully and calmly analyzed it, and then went back the same way. I didn't blame or lose my temper with the people around me. I tried to remember all the details, and the road I walked was sour and sleepy. I stayed up until four o'clock in the morning the night before. There will always be troubles. After all, the document is important enough, but my heart is always calm and there is no ripple. However, whose shadow and face flashed in my heart, I went back the same way, step by step, and every step I took, I found the brown and black wallet where I stopped. Luckily, not so many people picked it up there. Maybe it's not the kindness of others, but my own luck, because the color of the wallet is inconspicuous and very small. Whatever it is, I am lucky enough. My partner said that it is more meaningful and profound to have such an experience in a few hours, because if I can't find it, I will not only be unable to go back, but also be penniless and hungry in this strange city. But I believe I'm fine. Everyone has a history of crying in strange joints, and I will be braver if I do it again. When I find it, I will come across a small Muslim restaurant with antique carved windows. I chose a position just outside the window. Acacia, which has just grown up for a few years, is opposite me, watermelon juice, things that like bright colors, lemon juice and spicy hot pot, and six dishes of vegetarian dishes.
I took out my stationery and began to describe the experience of Jianshui in the simplest and most accurate language. I stopped writing after writing a few words, hoping to send them to people who understand me. In order to stay in the shop, I embarrassed three taxi drivers, because the first two couldn't read, and the last one took us around three times, because he knew all the terrain, and all of them bypassed all the roads I walked today and took them to an inn in another busy street, but this was not the purpose. Naturally, I like silence. Especially when you are alone with yourself, the group is a little lively and weak. The story that the hotel is called a small town, the facilities are good, and the alley is quiet, but I don't know why there is always an unknown smell floating from time to time, but the partners say that they can't smell it, feel hallucinations and have more imagination.
I started doing my own thing when I checked in. The companions sang loudly while watching the Mid-Autumn Festival program, silently took out everything in the bag and began to look for a quiet corner. I sat in the corner, wrapped my half-covered hair into a ball and found a comfortable sitting position. The phone has been turned off, and I didn't listen, say or think. I am immersed in my own world, I am independent, and I have met my dream. Turn off the lights, share the gloomy childhood with peers and listen to other people's stories. She has a cold and is sleepy, but she has been listening. Say that finish, tears silently from the corner of her eye. It's different that she doesn't know me after taking cold medicine. She is very sleepy and tired, but it is an infinite pain in her feet. Insomnia, deep sleep at night, no battery on my mobile phone. She doesn't nag and socialize. She woke up one by one in the morning and then went back to sleep. Wait, she sleeps in a foreign land. After getting up, she was fresh, brushed her stomach, and watched the toothpaste with other colors and white foam with bloodshot eyes overflow due to friction and collision with her teeth. I don't know why I walked out of the hotel through some special scenes in the past, a centipede braid falling from the inclined side. I don't know when the rain started to make the air slightly fresh, so I walked casually. Intuitively, I walked into an alley that had just greeted the crowd, saw halal grass bud rice noodles, ran into Jianshui No.4 Middle School, and walked casually. No purpose, I don't know how to get into Lin 'an Street. I happened to pass by several schools and met a courier to send my own commemorative album. The result was not satisfactory. I hope all the letters can reach their destinations on time and reach the recipients. I temporarily decided to go back to Jianshui and stayed there for one night, with all kinds of scenery. I just caught a late train without buying tickets in advance, and everything was just right, where I slept soundly.
After coming back, I continued to suffer from insomnia, interacting with the darkness, and flocking in groups. It seems that the sequela of depression is intermittent, and I always remain the most tired but awake to the greatest extent. It goes without saying that I may have to plan my next trip, maybe I can feel at ease on the way, maybe I can relax when I am sore all over. I received nuts from afar and some things that little girls like to eat. Nuts have a faint aroma, as well as jelly, which was the patent of children at that time. I felt a little sensitive the moment I saw jelly. Suddenly, someone is willing to treat me like a child. How lucky I am, because everyone around me has labeled me invisible. You are an adult, there are always a lot of things tied in a cage. You should follow other people's patterns step by step. Some people also know how hard it is to be innocent. Some things need to be understood before they are valuable and meaningful. It is extremely difficult and precious to know only one word, just like amber in time is becoming more and more crystal clear. At that time, our time, memories and youth were all United with those people and closely linked.
After eating all the fruits, I don't know why I put all the shells in a packaging bag and put them in the cupboard. I don't know why I did it. Maybe it's emotional. Maybe I want to keep it as a souvenir to remind myself not to forget. Don't forget this touching gift from his own birthday. Others don't know the touch point, but I will remember it. Some people will not forget in the cold wind, some people will live in their hearts, and some people will be buried in tears at the bottom of the sea.
The future, the past, they all bear together, because the link attributes of the past and the future are closely linked at that unknown moment, just like the torrent of history rolling away, shaping everything now.
China always has fatalism, some people believe it, others don't. If you ask me, I can only say I don't know. Everyone has his own beliefs, and we can't criticize or comment. I believe that everything has its own conclusion, and everything will gradually loosen with the soaking of time.
My classmate called and said that he bought my favorite cupcakes in my hometown. He thanked me and hung up. It was an episode, but I was a little surprised. After all, she is a forgetful person. This is a surprise, just say it, but it is taken to heart.