Chen Dye: The cloud you can't leave behind

Chen Dye: The cloud you can't leave behind

In this life, there will definitely be less left than what is lost, and there will be fewer and fewer. Some of them make you feel relieved, one by one, two wide, and then go forward lightly; some, you don't want to argue, you just want to say "You are right, long live the understanding", and then laugh and pass, the clouds are light and the wind is light; occasionally some, as if they are specially rushed to let you appreciate what is sinister and evil, to give you a lesson in solidity; more, are all over the place, bustling, nodding their heads, and forgetting; However, there is another kind of state in the world, it is buried deep in the blood, precipitated in the bones, timeless, haunting, unforgettable.

For example, home.

About 20 years ago, my mother and I moved to a very tall building. That day I stood downstairs, looking up at my own high window. I thought to myself, this is really a shelved cabinet, it is not easy to go up and down.

So, self-consolation: every day with your feet on such a height, I think the mind will be higher.

I don't like elevators in my life. In a stuffy tin can, sometimes I happen to meet a certain leader, give you three meetings, and the elevator can't fall to the ground. And sometimes, after a few strange people are circled, they rise up in mid-air, and their hearts go up to their throats. If you catch the iron cage and lose your temper, it is really scary to put you in mid-air and get stuck.

Once, I caught up with this situation. That day, I was the only one on the elevator, and I hurriedly called my mobile phone to report the danger to my home, but the signal in the elevator was too weak to call out, which made me anxious to be bored inside. Imagine that I am within this square inch, the oxygen is absorbed little by little, the person will be suffocated, and the spirit will be a little chaotic. Fortunately, after being locked up for more than ten minutes, the iron cage suddenly turned upside down and rose smoothly again, as if nothing had happened. As soon as the elevator door opened, I fled with my life. With this experience, I didn't like the elevator more and more... The following link: Chen Dye: The cloud you can't leave