Enjoy the love of half a day of sunshine because of life

"Enjoy the love of half a day of sunshine, because of life" | text: Ju Xin Ruoxi

"The water of the clear lake testifies, and the blue sky is the media"

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Today is a rare good weather since the beginning of spring, there is no cloud, the sky is blue, the bare peaks are also a little bit moved by the warm sun, and it seems that I want to find some color and give the love of the breeze.

After lunch, I asked pingyou, who was painting, to sit in a park not far from home. The park's trees are still cold in winter, but the lake where the wind blows is rippling, and there are more adults and children. Some recreational facilities are already in operation, some are being renovated, and couples snuggle up to each other through the warm trails.

Ping and I found a morning chair to sit obliquely, the wind is no longer strong, the sun is more soft, talking about the past years, very emotional about the passage of time.

We were both in a country school at the time, and we were about the same time we got married and got pregnant. But after she gave birth to a daughter, she listened to the advice of her mother-in-law's family, hid the child, and returned after the full moon, saying that the child was not born.

This matter can be hidden from others, but it cannot be hidden from one's own heart. She desperately wanted to have a child, so she always came to hold my daughter for me all day long.

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Once she teased the child to hurry to class, the student asked her what was yellow on her clothes, and she saw that it was my daughter who pulled the on her red pants, and the contrast between red and yellow was particularly eye-catching. Fortunately, she had a clever move, saying that she accidentally spilled turmeric paint when she was painting at noon. Because she is an art teacher, the students are convinced. After that, she coaxed my daughter to check her clothes carefully before she dared to go to class.

The following year she had her second daughter, and life was hectic and stressful. If she and her husband had lessons, they would put their daughters in my dormitory, and the two little girls would be accompanied, and they would have a very fun time, and the days would be full and enjoyable.

After the students finished school, the huge playground was empty and silent. A few of us who lived on the school led the children there, chased and ran, and we sat under the flagpole, chatting and carefully staring at our children, life was monotonous but also warm.

Later, Ping's husband was transferred to a middle school close to the city and his home to facilitate the care of children and the elderly, and Ping's young daughter was also taken away. Since then, every weekend Ping has hurried back, leaving our mother and daughter behind, and suddenly she is alone.

After two years, I was also transferred, leaving ping to continue to run between school and home, and our meeting was interrupted. Later, Ping also transferred to the elementary school in the city through hard work, during which her painting level improved.

In recent years, Ping has bought a house, which is close to my home. We began to interact more and more, from colleagues to each other became true friends, often hanging out shopping or sitting in the park, giving a simple comfort to the lonely and lonely life. It also has a little more warmth in the bustling city.

In fact, those of us who fought from the countryside to the city are very lonely, surrounded by familiar faces and strange hearts, neighbors have lived for more than ten years, just nodding friends. Everyone is very defensive of each other, and they will not and cannot open their hearts.

I often think that the building is actually a beautiful well, and the opening and closing are your own survival. You don't go out for a month, except for the water bill, no one will worry about how you are doing.

Running on the road to work and home every day, many smiles are fake, and it is difficult to communicate. Don't look at the city dressed brightly during the day and brightly lit at night, many people are actually hiding their inner sorrow and struggling in the apparent happiness.

Recently, in order to pick up my daughter who studied late, I had to walk a long night road at ten o'clock, passing a nightclub, the vehicles at the door were like ants, and even the sidewalks were occupied by various vehicles, and I could vaguely feel the emptiness and indulgence behind this song and dance.

Maybe the locked building is really not a perfect home, although there is heating in winter and air conditioning in summer, but lonely street lights can't illuminate all the portals. The sky was blocked by layers of towering cement walls, and green trees seemed to be at the end of the sky. People could not find the lifeblood of the earth, so they had to release their bodies to the days of drunken gold fans.

Like flying years, less friendship is more difficult.

I chatted with Ping for a long time, and I felt a little sorry for each other as the years passed. But looking at the thawed lake in front of me, my heart became clear again.

The water grass softly followed the water waves, swinging in a circle, as if the beautiful Shaohua was still there. I simply turned on the music on my mobile phone, a song "Because of Love" sang softly and passionately, and a song "All Things Are Born" was Chun and Jingming.

Across the windy thin branches, the sun fell brightly on both of my bodies.

Thinking about tomorrow, there are still many happy and unhappy roads to go, and I suddenly have a lot of courage in my heart. On this sunny day, although we did not see the green grass and the red color, we spent half a day of leisure and poured out bits and pieces of life.

The spring grass grows, and the nightingale will sing. The poet who steps on the green will no longer be independent of the north wind. Many romantic and wonderful lives await you and me.

The clear lake testifies, the blue sky as the medium, leaving love in the world, only for the blossoms in those dreams.

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Pseudonym: Ju Xin Ruoxi. I hope to use warm words to bring spiritual beauty to everyone. I also hope to find my own world with words.

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