At this moment, the sky is not yet light, sleep has slipped away early, staring at the eyes, but there is only a touch of darkness in front of the eyes, the time is still early, can only lie motionless quietly, time passes really fast, today is the twenty-eighth of the Waxing Moon, two days later, is the most important traditional festival of our people, ten thousand lights, the Chinese New Year's Eve of welcoming the New Year.
When I was a child, Nian was a piece of brown candy hanging outside the window, which could be seen but could not be touched, and it was really eager to see through. When I became an adult, Nian was a glass of drunken wine, and when I drank it, I wanted to drink it, and when I got drunk, I said I was not drunk, so that I often walked sideways and read ancient poems. Who knows if you are not careful, you are a middle-aged person. At this time, the year is a mountain, pressed on the shoulders, pressed in the heart. Even if there are occasional one or two heroic verses, they are all pickled into spicy strips by sweat. Now, it seems to be a threshold, inadvertently, a threshold has become a shadow behind it. What I can't figure out is how those slow days suddenly turn like flipping through books?
Alas, the year, in fact, is a crack, so that the heart stuck in the rift can not go up, can not come down... In the morning, I got up, stretched out the old waist of the slight hump, touched the hair that began to be scarce on my head, and suddenly found that I was really old. The past few decades, looking back seems to be a moment, but it is only a blink of an eye, and the past is still haunting the mind.
People who climb mountains know how high the mountain is, and people who wade through rivers know that the water has waves. From the twenty-ninth lockdown of last year's Waxing Moon to today's Gengzi Year waxing moon twenty-eighth, a whole year, we have come to today, the last sigh is that it is good to be alive! Oh, yes! Friends who are working do their jobs well, friends who have retired raise their bodies well, and the so-called life is better than anything if you are alive.
Friends, live in the northeast you don't think it's cold, live in Beijing don't think of officials, live in Chongqing don't think of the heat, live in Shanghai don't think of money. Living in the countryside you are surrounded by greenery, living in Inner Mongolia, you have romantic yurts. At this age, I experienced a pandemic. It's good to be alive, in this era, to enjoy your old age. The years are quiet, not living up to the sunshine, not living up to the father, not adding burden to the children, is to live out their pride.
Today's dinner with colleagues in a hotel to eat, in fact, what to eat is not important, and the premise is to have to eat, on this basis can then consider how to eat well, eat elegantly. When hungry and not choosing food, it doesn't matter what is comfortable or uncomfortable, and it is not good to die of hunger. Or it is with colleagues, everyone is happy, more than a dozen people gathered together, a table full of dishes, there is a colleague to complain that the dishes are not to taste, although it is difficult to adjust, but it is also too many good days, mouthy.
I don't think I had a hard life, I remember the last century, when I was in the army, a day of training, what to eat is the taste of the mountains and the sea, the company of more than 100 people, each person's living standard is only a few dimes, enough people to imagine, not to starve or complain to death is strange. Some friends may say: What era were you, now, you can't eat a bowl, you can't sleep in a bed, it's enough.
I've been drinking for almost thirty years, and to be honest, in terms of the taste of wine alone, wine is not really something to drink. But why don't you have to drink something so delicious all the time and still be "addicted"? Wine, for the soldiers, is very natural, wine represents manhood, or the situation is a soldier, now old, and "addiction" is different, to put it bluntly, this is the scourge of loneliness.
Speaking of which, some people may ask: How did loneliness come about? Hey, in fact, in this world, loneliness is originally nothing, just because there are too many hopes hidden in people's hearts, when hope falls from mid-air again and again, falling into despair, loneliness will unconsciously come over, become an inexplicable melancholy, entangled in the time that comes and goes. A few days ago, a friend said that he still quit bars. I laughed because I had been out of the wine for four years and picked it up again. Friend asks: Laughing at what? I said, I can't quit drinking, but I can't quit loneliness! He laughed too.