"Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
For I love this land so much..."
I forget when I heard it, but from then on, I will never forget it again.
Just like the song sings: You exist, in my deep mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my song ~ ~ ~ (to have a transliteration [look])
As a child who grew up in the countryside, I have not seen the lights and greenery of the north, Shanghai and Guangzhou, nor the hazy smoke and rain of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, but some are just the unrestrained and free playing and playing on the mountains and rivers, and I yearn for the prosperity of the big city in my heart, and I also cherish the simplicity of the small countryside.
What it looks like in memory
All the good things in memory begin in the countryside. When I was young, I didn't feel it, and now I want to come to the countryside for a really happy day, running around every day behind the older children and going crazy everywhere.
I still remember a night when the breeze was slightly cool and the insects were singing. My cousin mysteriously woke me up: Hurry up and take you to a good place. Confused, I came to a watermelon field, watching my cousin knock on this, touch that, and suddenly, I heard a loud cry: Who is the rabbit cub, stop! My cousin quickly picked up a large watermelon and ran, leaving me alone in the dark night with a confused face.
Although he also ran away, the next day he was found by the uncle next door and cleaned up...
Later, as I grew older, I walked out of the village, out of the county seat, and into the city I am now.
Who I am, I'm there
I'm laughing here, I'm crying here I live here and I die here I'm here to pray, and I'm lost here I'm looking here to lose here...
When I first came, I didn't get used to it. It's funny to say, in a small city, you actually get lost, only to know that there is a central street here, where there are many people and very loud.
There is a big shopping mall on Central Street, with bright windows and a high-end atmosphere.
Looking at the "tall buildings" of more than ten floors, I silently told myself in my heart that I wanted to stay here and be a city person.
The ideal is very full, the reality is very bone.
Although it is not a first-tier city, but the consumption is chasing the first line, looking at the balance of the monthly bottom, you can only bury your head and move bricks.
Before and after doing several jobs, changing different industries, serving dishes, washing dishes, opening shops, working, from nothing to debt, not much money, a lot of accounts, people are not fat, but the heart is tired.
Brick moving days
When I first started moving bricks, I didn't understand anything, and I was always cautious, afraid of doing something wrong. Get up early every day and be greedy, do your own thing seriously, and suffer from the oppression of unscrupulous bosses. For a while, every day overtime until the early hours of the morning, because there is no technology, no background, can only get the minimum wage, or even no wage, if you can eat a bucket of instant noodles every day, even if you are happy.
One winter, originally said that the day to rest, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the boss called to say that there is a very urgent job must return to the unit immediately, the big night car to hit, cold wind, the streets of a foreign country, exceptionally cold. It was hard to take a taxi to the unit, it was already 12 o'clock, but the boss said, it is too late, you go to sleep. I went, I bought a watch last year!
As I get older, my feeling of time becomes more and more blurred, and the current month feels less than the previous day, and I don't realize that I am running fast.
About the dreams that once were, there is no attachment.
In fact, it is not a look away, just a powerless compromise.
The dream that I just came to was not realized in the end, and one day I passed by Center Street, only to find that the original big shopping mall did not know when it closed...
I can't help but feel some emotion in my heart, it turns out that society abandoned you, and I didn't give a greeting.
It turned out that only I was living in the memory.