The rain started to fall around eight o'clock after my jogging last night. The sound of rain is sparse when it is tight, and it rains night after day.
How did I spend my day today?
I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, and the rain was rushing. Get up and look at the balcony window. Sure enough, because the window was not well sealed, and because the rain was a little heavy, the rain drifted in along the window gap, and there were several wet marks along the wall, and there was a wolf trail around the window crack.
A long time ago, I would pretend to be vicissitudes and say, "Now when I listen to the rain monks, the sideburns are already stars." What now? Would hate rainy days. Because, it will make it more difficult for me to clean up every day, and it will also wet my canvas shoes.
Without the mood to eat, listen to the radio lecture - Jiang Xun talked about literature, and today I am talking about Bai Juyi's "Long Hate Song" and "Pipa Line". What came out of my mind was "the big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers." And "On the seventh day of July, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispered in the middle of the night, 'In heaven wish to be a bird with wings, in the earth wish to be a branch of lianli.' Look, the function of literature is here: the books you have read, the ancient poems you have memorized, will melt in your blood and become a part of you without you.
At noon, I still had no desire to eat, and I was worried that the noodles that had been in the refrigerator for three days would break, so I made a bowl of egg cabbage fried noodles. People are really strange, often doing reluctant things for some strange reason, from a bowl of fried noodles to human sophistication.
After eating, what to do? Practicing words? study? The chill from the rain gave me the decision to tidy up my closet. Spread out the clothes of the four seasons on a bed. Thin summer clothes are placed on the top floor of the wardrobe, and black and white sweaters hang on hangers. When I folded the skirts, I thought: These skirts are not well worn. I have some regrets in my heart, and I always have a fanlike love for "skirt horn flying". However, all my skirts are white, and only white. Does the skirt feel lonely? They ask: Why is there only white? Can I add some color? For example, black, for example, red.
What to do with tidying up your wardrobe and ironing all the sweaters that have creases due to long-term stacking? Night had come, and the rain still had no intention of resting, tirelessly knocking on the roof and the ground.
I haven't watched Korean dramas for a long time, and I haven't watched "Ghosts" since the New Year. Occasionally, I see news about how good the ratings of "When You Sleep" starring Lee Jong-suk and Soo Chi are. Just to kill time, click on. In the play, Hidetoshi says to strangers, "Believe me, if you light a cigarette with a lighter, you will die." Because, she dreamed that this stranger died of an explosion caused by an explosion caused by lighting a cigarette while refueling the car at a gas station. However, strangers scolded her for being neurotic. It really happened, and Hideyoshi blamed herself badly. In real life, you, me, him or her, each of us will have a time when we are powerless, and there will be times when we know the outcome but are powerless to change it. And trusting each other is even more difficult.
I remembered the red beans and barley I soaked last night before going to bed. It has been night and day, and if it is not beaten into soy milk, I am worried that it will break. So, add rock sugar to the soy milk machine, turn on the power, and press the "Start" button.
Hungry today? Not. Just worried that the noodles would break, worried that the soaked beans would break, so I ate two meals.
The current time is 21:51 on October 3, 2017, and "When You Sleep" has been put into the fourth episode. The plot is: The father believes in his daughter's dream, saves all the passengers on the bus, and dies with the soldiers who fled with guns and ammunition. Trust is simple, but it still doesn't change the outcome.
People's sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and loneliness are always in the shadows, reminding them of their existence when you need them. In the Song Dynasty, Jiang Jie, who listened to the rain under the monks, wrote in "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain" that "sorrow and joy are always merciless." Before the first term, drip until dawn. ”
Life is hard. What can we do but be patient, except pray for heaven's kindness and add a little happiness?