Classification: officialdom cunning
Ten years, lightning Shi Huo, flickering. Qian Wen, we haven't seen each other since the day we parted. Memory is like a pressed gourd, which floats in my mind from time to time.
I want to hold your hand and remember that quiet, distant and breezy night together. We have known each other for five years, and we hardly need to know each other. We only read everything from hurried footsteps, elegant costumes and eager eyes. Almost at the same time, we reached out and held hands in the squares and hills of big cities. At that time, there were mixed feelings, ups and downs. Walking hand in hand in silence. A curved sickle hangs obliquely in the western heaven, giving off a faint glow, adding a little beauty to the shallow night. Walking quietly, through the uneven gravel road, the bushes on both sides of the road are bright green in the moonlight. Not far away, a big iron bridge, which is said to be left over from the Tang Dynasty, was covered with wooden boards and leather shoes, and the clang spread far away in the quiet night. Walking through the iron bridge, it is a grassland, littered with rocks, with a bit of charm in chaos. There are many people walking, and the path is faintly curved in the distance, and the grass at the foot is shivering in the wind. In fact, I have said what I should say many times, and I don't know how many times to discuss it. Meeting each other is just a kind of support and a form. Walking, I don't know when the crescent moon fades, nor when the night dew falls on my hair.
I want to hold your hand and look at it forever. Remember, there is almost no "material" support for our mutual understanding, only our inner feelings. We sat on the stone, with the breeze and the afterheat of the sun, arm in arm, looking at each other, exploring, looking for and feeling. Network language has already built a bridge for mutual understanding today. Surprisingly quiet in silence, but it is better than a thousand words. In this way, we sat for more than ten days and nights. When you left the city and got on the bus, I realized the meaning of meeting, and my arms would never appear again. Ten years have passed. In the days you left, you didn't make a phone call, watched a video on the Internet, and had a dream. The short time together has always supported me through the thrilling storm.
I want to hold your hand, which has been in my heart for ten years and inadvertently entered my heart. On the day you left, you made a deep excuse and said: If two feelings are long-lasting, why should they be together sooner or later? Just want to have it, why be together. As a man, I can't bear to say goodbye. Without saying a word, I held hands and looked at each other with tears in my eyes. From then on, you and I parted ways, you and I lived far apart, you and I parted ways, and you and I depended on each other. How many times have I received your short message of more than ten words when I was exhausted from work? When I am disheartened, you will suddenly write a few words, winter has passed, can spring be far behind? When I was full of ambition and leaning on Redjade, you suddenly sent me an email: I hope you can consider it carefully! I was stunned for a long time after receiving it; Whenever power turns into money and power breeds power, a short message suddenly appears in the mobile phone: I forgot to put my hand behind me, and there is no way to turn back. Let me wake up from time to time, but it's too late, and I can't help myself in the Jianghu. Maybe you expected the end of today when you left, or maybe you didn't want to witness the disillusionment of your dreams.
I want to hold your hand and tell you the vicissitudes of this decade. You are drifting away, and the world is no longer ruthless. That day in Hulu Temple, an old monk who was said to know people very well and looked pale pointed out: Don't be sentimental when being an official, and don't be tender when being an official. From this incident, we talked for two days and two nights, through the ages. People really need guidance. From then on, sympathy, affection, friendship, love, etc. Just like the Monkey King at the foot of Wuzhishan, he will always be at the bottom of my heart, and occasionally his outcrop will be fleeting. There is nothing I don't want to do, don't want to do, dare to do, don't have the heart to do, don't like, don't like, only things that don't let me participate; There is no anger that I can't stand and don't want to suffer, only anger that I am not qualified to suffer; There are no women I don't want to play, dare not play, don't want to play, and don't deserve to play, only women I can't play and can't play; There are no occasions where I dare not and don't want to go, only those where I am not allowed to go. Ten years, ten years, although you-the mole that Zhu quarreled in my heart has not changed, I am not myself anymore, from a clerk who has received a lot of anger to a section chief who has little power, from a place pair place who takes orders from others to a small warlord who dominates one side, from the head of a small city to the master of a big city; I can't recognize all the delicious food, but I can't eat chopsticks with my eyes full of food, and I can't be moved by women, but I can turn a blind eye and enjoy it freely. Qianru, really, in the past ten years, my feelings and sadness, my innocence and kindness, my conscience and anger have all flown. The only thing that hasn't been lost is the true feelings that the two of us have been looking back.
I want to hold your hand, and women will lose. I used women, and women used me; I play with women, and women play with me. After you left, my dreams were full of you, and I woke up drunk. The advice of the old monk kept me away from you and close to other women. Damei, Yongzhen, Yuan Meng, Feng Dan-there are many women with countless names. There are three to five years, short March and May, and some even have only three days and five days. They released themselves, achieved themselves, won some awards, promoted some, prospered some and neglected some. They also used them to pave the way for me. Once they leave, I have no memory in my heart, only their names. In fact, I should have thought that women could be used by me and others. When I saw those vicious confessions she voluntarily wrote without trial (I am worthless: greedy, lustful, corrupt, heartless, obsessed with money, etc.), I realized that I was just a male dog in heat, and I saw through them.
I want to hold your hand. What's the lover's last name? Power, money, status and appearance all seem to have surnames, but in fact it seems that there is no surnames at all. You, my first love, my true love, surnamed Qing. What the world lacks most is the love that you and I once had. Sometimes it is hard to think of the love of your lover. Even if the world is not openly allowed, it is true after all.
Nowadays, the bars are freezing cold, there is no gentle hug, no fat fragrance, no hand holding. Naturally think of you, maybe you can see my words, maybe you can't, it doesn't matter.