It's the afternoon of summer time. Time goes by, unaffected by baking and enjoying the cool, soaked by the falling rain, leaving no feeling or trace, as if it had never happened.
Accompanied my mother in hospital nursing, registration, blood drawing, laboratory test, examination, medicine infusion, floor by floor, up and down the stairs, very busy. Besides, it was raining, so I left with an umbrella and my clothes were soaked. My mother complained bitterly, "If I had known, I wouldn't have been hospitalized", okay? No It's impossible not to be hospitalized, injected, taken medicine, examined or infused. People are in trouble as long as they are alive, unless they enjoy themselves in heaven early.
It's still raining, it's raining heavily! After settling down my mother, I will walk away with an umbrella and continue to shuttle through the hospital to deal with related matters sent by other doctors for my mother. I couldn't wait, which made my mother sick and couldn't afford to eat. Haha, Leigong Huoshan will come to you and can't get away.
Wandering, the rain pours like a rainbow, dripping on the ground, splashing "one bubble and one bubble, sleeping well all year round;" Only now, hospitals are lying in hospital beds. "Mom is ill, just like the rain is falling all over. When she was sick, she washed her sasha and was busy seeing a doctor. Spend money on dreams in a hospital bed. When you wake up, the dream is a dream, reality or reality. Rain is rain, I am still myself.
The world in the rain is a world of water, dripping on a person's face, cold and swishing, soaked in ytterbium, full of foam, unconsciously, the rain is everywhere as if crying, tears are about to flow down, undercurrents are everywhere, one after another, trickling east, rippling west, tiptoe to slowly pass.
Open your heart and glance at the rain, trees and flowers, lush forests, intoxicated by the rain, tempting the earth to sleep quickly and happily, rippling happily, wandering in the water one day, leaving with dreams.
Thoughts have flowers, but they have long since disappeared. It kept raining and the flowers were ravaged by the rain. The stamen has turned into soil, and it is integrated with the land, shaking its head and accepting the baptism of rain.
Sad and beautiful, it will be hot and dry without dog days. This summer is really good, far from being more irritable than the specific heat. There is always joy and poetry, accompanied by deep night, persistent neon flashing, mottled tree shadows, swaying and swaying, without discussion, everything has its place.
Haha, every word of the frog appears in the dark, like singing a rain song and jumping out happily. Rain, rain, how happy; The leaves are covered with water, which is taking advantage of my mouth; Chewing and wolfing, mosquitoes complain bitterly; He didn't hide in the Jade Emperor Temple, but came to tip the frog.
Cicada also took this opportunity to make a scene, squeaking like a crisp sound, and singing a double reed with the frog, one after another in the thick night, laughing long and comfortable.
Suddenly I found that the eaves of the rain seemed to have a bridge on the trunk, and the water under them was as tender as water. Pedestrians, as if from the cracks in the branches, crossed and left, condensed into ink paintings. In this rainy and foggy night, they seem to have unique insight, which intoxicated me and made me become a hand-painted painter, painting wonderful works and praising the night.
I feel the rain again, and the sound of rain is ringing. It is a cool bed on a summer night, baking casual notes, letting it stir up passionate feelings, being gentle and freehand, sincere and generous, and grinding the moonless night into a mystery.
Although the story of the day is over, it has left a lingering aftertaste and does not need to be entangled. Look at the lilac tree, under the umbrella, Iraqi people are there, laughing with their lovers, and laughter will lift the veil, chop it into pieces, and guess puzzles in the fantasy space.
Sweet nostrils, divergent Fantine, night outing, abandoning confusion, looking forward to new life, ups and downs, life pattern.
I am such a person. I have no interest in life. I only know that I am wandering in words, and everything else is zero. Ordinary, insipid, sweet enough to comfort yourself. You can also drink delicious food with a glass of water, taste delicious food, sing pen and ink, spit out the tip of your tongue and chew sweetly.
Life is so simple, day after day, you are full of youth, you are surging, and you perform spiritual scenery like a peach blossom. I couldn't help crashing into the night and jumping out of my mouth with no proud ridicule. Alas, rain, I don't know when it will rain.
The rain seemed to have a feeling and stopped after a while. But my steps still haven't stopped. I walked around the hospital and there were too many patients seeking medical treatment. Kaka's corners are full of sleeping bodies. Rain like this, if you eat well, dress well, play well and lack exercise, you will naturally get sick long ago. Unlike a melon baby like me, who still shuttles through the rain every day without taking more than 20 thousand steps, how can I retreat back to my nest? Therefore, many middle-aged and elderly people now dance square dance, run, walk quickly and do various sports. We should treat them well. After all, if you can't afford to get sick, you can't afford a doctor. You can only exercise yourself, eat well, get sick, or get sick less, only suffer from minor illnesses, and finally die peacefully.
Have it, let it have it! If not, just wait for it to disappear; Is it good to have it? Disappear, well, God knows what is stirring my heart!
When I went to my mother's ward, she asked me with concern? I answered, went through some formalities, took some steps and thought of something difficult to say. She knows that I am an expert in sports, so naturally she has nothing to say over and over again. Just tell me to hurry home and live, and there is a big family to be your pillar; She has long been used to living alone, and there are two or three patients in the same ward, just in the same boat. So I stopped insisting, said goodbye to my mother and went home.
At night, the world is still dark, and there is no difference. As time goes by, all kinds of street lamps flash, and endless traffic lights shoot like rainbows, rendering the night of the city with street lamps, which is charming and strange.
Should I look for the innocence of the night and dye the innocent feelings for the innocent memory? But once my scar was broken, I felt a dull pain unconsciously, so I had to walk slowly. I shed my soul lightly and elegantly, swept my eyes for the charming night, and sang the truth for myself. Otherwise, if I become a celebrity and have money, I won't wander around the street in the middle of the night. Even if I am skilled, I will be scared.
The noise of the day stopped breathing early at this time, and the silence of the night came in handy. But I am a lonely mediocrity, and I am more and more awake as I walk, filtering out the precipitated emotions. Only when the boat of the mind sets sail, think for a moment, lose everything like a movie, filter out the impurities of pain, and land on the edge of happiness, feeling that the memory is really mysterious, and it is the best human nature to be glad that you have come.
Young people often exchange their lives for money, while old people exchange their lives for money. The years are fucking upside down, nagging, chattering, shouting mountains and rivers, lamenting songs, singing in my heart, cadencing and weeping for the wasted years.
"Less and less pen into the world of mortals, 60 years old can't visit; The confidante is scarce, fleeting and ashamed. In the literary cluster, I have no traces of traveling; The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. What do you have? " I was stunned by the tone I blurted out, and let the night accompany me and slowly flow down the long street.
Through the streets, covered with the shadow of the pupil of the night, floated away, wet the earth, and the water was full of ghosts of bitterness. They looked at me and I faced it face to face, leaving it at a loss and doing nothing. Think about yourself. I have no money, no right and no name to come to the old man. I only know how to leave the beauty of the night to my appreciation eyes, accumulate Chinese characters, edit them, let them read with countless people, then linger around the seasons and turn the dream of the wind back to the mountains.
Rain is always reluctant to quit the stage of history, and night is the time for them to show their strength. Anyway, most people ignore it and are dreaming and sleeping. They trickle out again, fall to the ground, string up the lack of time, soak the rivers and valleys, grind out the distant moon, tell stories, drip beads and spread smoothly.
Nevertheless, I held my umbrella high, regardless of my inner desire. I was tempted by the poetry of the rain, and I fell into sadness and coolness, paving the way for the surroundings. I was young and childlike, but I didn't see it. The road of growth has passed away, and I no longer hesitate for the unhappiness of the rain, because I already know that my feet have jumped into the sky, wandering in the years, and in the artistic conception of love, the water is flowing eastward. Before I knew it, I had arrived at my door.