Ruan Xiaoqi
"Sudden Autumn"
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I don't think the summer is long, especially the three-volt day.
Trumpet flowers crawling all over the fence, nail grass covering the ground, the strangers who are dusty servants, the cooking smoke of the temple on the south mountain, the lover who whispers on the cornfield, the woman who hastily cleaned up the bedding in the twilight and dried for a day... Quiet, generous, silent, small town in July, no argument, no words.
From the age of 30 to 40, I have lived in this small town called Li Village for 10 years.
There is no love, there is no hatred, just like a husband and wife who have been arguing and beating for a lifetime, when all the calculations, grievances, and injustices are blown away by the rain and the wind, and this town called Li Village, the only thing left is to froth.
Having exhausted all my strength, but living an ordinary life, I have begun to surrender to the years.
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Eat melon in July, break the pot in August, uncle in September, and get rice in October.
Catching crickets, boiling edamame, cutting rice... These work can only be built with the "lunar calendar", think of the fragrance of grass, the softness of cotton and linen, and the stickers of millet red date porridge.
If a person likes nostalgia, he is old, I do not reject the solar calendar, but I still like the lunar calendar in my heart, which is related to nostalgia, but not old.
Spring rain shocks the spring valley days, summer is full of summer and summer are connected,
Autumn dew autumn frost falls, winter snow snow winter small cold.
How can these festivals that are accustomed to each other and forget each other and go deep into the bone marrow with foam can be experienced by those who have passed the festival?
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Lauren Oliver said in her "Seven Days of Suddenness" that the arrogance and frivolity of youth often become the mistakes and wounds in life. Our ordinary but precious life, wrong will not start again.
When people reach middle age, they feel more and more that they live a good life in the present, let go of what they should let go, meet what they should meet, and miss what they should miss, all for the sake of "no regrets" in the future.
To put it bluntly, love is a disease —
Love in youth, is low fever.
The love of the year of confusion is a high fever.
The love of old age is incorrigible.
Who hasn't lost their heads for love?
Just like a cold that almost killed, a few "sneezes", it was all over.
I want to cry but dare not cry, is this kind of getting along not like the happiness we dream of?
Lin Xi said it well: If nothing happens, it turns out to be the fiercest revenge.
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When he was a teenager, he was cold and did not know the madness of the year; In middle age, a fallen leaf disturbs people's hearts.
The past is vast - a person who missed it, and has been remembered for many years; A wrong word, the umbilicus can not reach for many years; An unfinished love affair, left and right for many years... How many Penglai old things, empty looking back, smoke and mist.
Raymond Carver said that people who do not sleep at night, there is always something to hide during the day, the knots that cannot be untied during the day, and the night is slowly consumed.
Over the years, who has greeted the morning and evening with a few lines of tears in front of the window?
Years later, who wouldn't dare to ask whether it was false or true?
Holding on to Zhiyin, warm a heart, a deep middle-aged man, who suffered for whom? Who did you fail?
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Unique eunuch tourists, partial shock phenology new.
Yunxia out of the sea dawn, Mei Liu crossed the river in spring.
Lady's breath promotes yellow birds, and the clear light turns to green apples.
Overhearing the ancient tune of the song, I want to dip the towel.
——Du Zhenyan, "And Jinling Lu Cheng's Early Spring Tour"
Is a person sensitive to the seasons old? Nostalgic for the old 40 years old, is it dying of old age?
Obviously it's July, but I already think it's autumn.
Qing Ben has a home, why should he be a thief?
Who in a small town in the south makes a warm quilt one by one?
Who looks through the autumn water in the small town of the north?
The ancient road outside the fence I led you through, the years of the barren smoke and grass even broke up into silence!
Ruan Xiaobi, who lives in Suzhou, likes simple and natural things such as writing, purple sand, Yantai, and idle chapters, and his works can be found in "Essays", "Readers", "Mangsang" and so on
Ruan Xiaobi text——
1, tomorrow across the mountains, the world is two vast, people to middle age, eventful autumn!
2. But to rejoice in one night, even if you die, is it compassion or adultery? Is it love or stealing?
3, even if the person is low to the dust, as long as it is not humble, there will be a kind of elegance from the bones
4, indecent middle age, and what about the year of innocence, who of us is not "pretending"?
5, either bow down to the subject and steal peace, or prefer to be jade crushed rather than tiled, 40 years old is the most "entangled"!
6, there is always a kind of warmth, hanging on the old wall of you and me memories, do not lean on, there will be vertebrae wounds