Li Chun day was the coldest day in Shanghai.
I remember that in a novel with an alternate history, the male protagonist was born in the north of the Xiaoice river period at the end of the Ming Dynasty, because he was too cold for fear of being frozen to death on the street, he fled to the south at the risk of military disasters.
It is true that the South will not directly burp people like the North.
But in terms of the tolerance of modern people, if you cool down coldly, you still have to die or live.
Five nine six nine walk on the ice, this is the north.
The ice skates hanging under the pipes in my hometown were used as popsicles when I was a child.
Seven nine rivers open, eight nine swallows come, normally speaking, it takes March. But the winter and spring in the south are more abrupt, and somehow it comes.
Just like these days, it has rained for several days in a row, and it is not cold, but I always have a sense of atmosphere that has opened up in spring.
As if there was a voice in my heart saying, wait, as soon as the sun comes out, it will be a spring.
After the Spring Festival, it is spring, such a grand festival, as if to solemnly tell you, leave bad things in that cold winter.
Spring is coming.
Yesterday, Brother D asked me if I had finished writing the manuscript.
Brother D is a circle friend I met last year, he and a few friends engaged in a rock and roll public account, usually send some music reviews, band interviews, performance information Ah.
I saw that this was not what I wanted to do, so I shyly mixed into their writing team, and tweeted every three to five minutes.
But I'm the man, procrastination, no, procrastination is advanced.
For example, this manuscript, a text appreciation of the lyrics of the five people.
At the beginning, I volunteered to write this topic, and patted my chest to promise that it would be finished in a week.
Then I wrote for a month, and only half of it was written.
In the last week of work a year ago, I vowed to get the manuscript out that week and not let it pass this year.
As a result, as soon as I took the oath, I was unemployed.
This is probably the price of my fish writing.
So this manuscript, which should have been sent out last month, was delayed again and again, and the tickets were jumped until yesterday.
When Brother D asked me on WeChat, I was still stunned, manuscript, what manuscript?
Sleeper? manuscript!
Then I remembered that there was this manuscript that was more difficult to give birth than Nezha.
I quickly turned on the computer, clicked on the document, and sorted out my thoughts a little.
Strangely enough, years ago, this manuscript was very difficult to write.
This kind of dry goods thing, to write, need to be broken open and kneaded, it is all ground out little by little.
Repeatedly jumping tickets, but also because to the back is really bald, simply thrown aside.
As a result, this time I opened this manuscript again, not to mention the fountain of literary thoughts, at least it was handy, and the writing was surprisingly smooth.
In less than an hour, the manuscript, which has a total of more than 4,000 words, was completed.
Finally, I closed the end, saved, sent, turned off the computer, all in one go, as if I had been queuing for three days.
Writing years ago and years later, it feels completely different.
If the years ago were stuck in the mud and it was difficult to return, then the year would be a good time.
Ah, is that what it feels like to be reborn?
In fact, nothing has changed, even after a year.
The weight on the scale will not be reduced, but because it has soared by 10 pounds after a year.
The job will not change, the boss did not give you a salary increase, but because of the industry downturn overall salary cut.
I am still the mediocre self, no house, no car, no savings, and no talent.
But I just feel that something is different.
New Year's Day, the focus is not on the New Year, but on the Past.
I remember that there was a relative in my hometown, when I was young, I was a rotten gambler, and I was addicted to food.
In today's parlance, it's a stubborn bronze.
The bastards in that area all knew him, and they also knew that their grandfather had some savings, so they rushed to make friends with him, and it was not happy to drink and eat meat every day.
Over time, he took this group of wine and meat friends as confidants, but these "confidants" only remembered his money.
They set up a game, slowly led their relatives to the table, and lost a bottom.
Originally, the old man in the family was also a figure with a head and a face in the local area, and the family property he earned was not cheap, but it was a pity that he left early, and his son was a loser.
When this relative got lost and returned, he saw the true face of his friends, and the family's money was lost to him, and he still owed no foreign debt.
He wanted to slap himself, but it was too late.
In those two years of the New Year, the debtor blocked him every day, so that he did not even dare to paste a couplet.
But the rotten gambler also has a prodigal son to turn back, he carried through the most difficult years, relying on the spring to dry the construction site, and paid off all the accounts.
Perhaps the gambling did not change, and in the two years of working on the construction site, he bought two apartments in the town in the western suburbs.
As a result, this time, he made the right bet, and the subway was repaired to their doorstep.
Life's ups and downs are really hard to say.
Later, when drinking at a table with him, he said that the most difficult years, he hated the New Year the most, and his favorite was spring.
People's New Year' Day, it is tired for a year to rest, the family reunion is jubilant.
He was counting the accounts he had saved for a year, and he did not dare to show his face in hiding.
But as soon as the spring begins, he can go out to work and earn money, and last year's accounts are temporarily put aside, as long as he works hard, there will always be a day to pay it off.
For the big guy, the matter is undecided, you and I are dark horses.
But for me, ordinary people, there is not so much perseverance and heart.
The last inning was a mess, so let's start another inning.
Pretending that bad things can be left last year, I am light on the road.
Escape, while shameful, does work.
A bunch of emo monsters in the circle of friends, as if a year has passed, are full of energy.
It used to be a song at three o'clock in the morning, and now it is "good night, Macca" at seven o'clock in the morning.
In the past, it was "not worth it in the world", but now it is the reward of heavenly rewards.
That ambitious look reminds people of last year, the year before, the year before, the year before...
It seems that at the beginning of each year, everyone will be full of energy and ambition, believing that this year, they will be able to overthrow the world.
Then at the end of the year, I was obedient to the world again, and said with a Buddhist face, "Tired, destroy."
Again and again, the essence of human beings is the repetition machine.
Just like Ms. Li this evening, she made a mind map with great interest, which listed our saving plans for the year, weight loss plans, study plans, and all kinds of things, which made people yearn for it at a glance.
It's as if if you list these beautiful things and it can be realized immediately.
Planning is such a pleasant thing.
You write "lose 20 pounds" on the paper, but be aware that this is just a result.
From the plan to the result, there is something in between, called the process.
It is not that you write "lose 20 pounds of weight", and the 20 pounds of meat can be written by you.
They are all adults, and their hearts are still a bit forced.
But even if they knew about this, everyone was still happy to make plans at the beginning of the year, full of confidence.
Why should a year begin and end?
It's about giving people a chance to start over.
Since the new year has begun again, why not greet it with a new look and attitude?