Ming Dynasty Chen Zilong's poem "In the Rain in the South of Shangwei City": "Chundian shakes Fanghua, and the long forest is quiet." ” Ming Dynasty Wen Zhengming "And Answer Mr. Ishida Falling Flowers" I: "Ruthless just hated the all-night rain, ruining Fanghua for another year." ” Qing Gong Zizhen "Dong Xian Song" Lyrics: "Nai Xi Wind Letter early, the north is cold, buried, the fingers are like electricity." ”
Fingers are like electricity. It seems like we haven't had time to do anything yet, but it seems like we've done everything. As children, as students, as friends, as wives, as mothers, and as strivers for a cause that is not salty or light, we have all experienced or are experiencing.
In the trance, I always feel that something is missing, and the background color of life is less colored. The cold and wet weather eroded everything around them, making them deteriorate and moldy, and eventually forgotten or discarded.
Wrapped in a heavy cotton coat through the crowd, I was a little abrupt. If people can hibernate, stop thinking, and spend this harsh winter still, I am very willing.
There are also many people like me, who are sensitive to the fact that their winter is coming. But there are also many people who are still wearing thin suits and small white shoes, looking like I am in autumn.
Suddenly remembered their college days of their own, more like now, the cold of winter is just a beautiful little trench coat, domineering youth, can not resist the beauty.
It turned out that Fanghua had passed. Life lacks fighting spirit.
Tears fell in an instant. I think of the alumnus, the woman who showed up on the playground with us every night, no basketball, no brothers, the wind, she had been dead for 6 years. She'll be 29 forever, or maybe she's coming again. May she do as she wishes, and we will be all right.
I remembered what alumnus Gu Yanxi said to Xiao Hui, "I think you look like a star Mo Wenhui!" ”
After Xiao Hui listened, she replied shyly: "Really? Thank you! Then he ran back to the dormitory.
Gu Yanxi asked me with a puzzled face, "What is wrong with her?" Just run, the ball doesn't hit? ”
"You praise her beauty, she's embarrassed!" I replied.
"Pretty? Where did I say, I just said that her teeth are like, all a little toothy! ”
"Ah..."
Back in the dormitory, Xiao Hui suddenly announced that she was going to be in love, I think she misunderstood, but did not break.
Maybe youth needs some confusion, some impulses, doing what you want to do, loving what you want to love, without any reason, any excuse. Despite the madness, it was all in time, it was just beginning.
When you are in your 30s and 40s, you have been a brilliant person, and the distance between you is only a thick coat, and you lose the temperature, and you don't have to feel nostalgic and sigh. On the contrary, the way the corners of your mouth rise when you recall it is also a unique flavor, very beautiful. Like a warm sun in winter, a breeze.
Those who were once "enemies" in our youth for a small matter are also in our warm memories, and now they think childishly and ridiculously.
That kind of thing, that kind of joke, who else can say it to you now. "You like so-and-so, so-and-so likes you" "Go, we confront him..."
In youth, some people are like shy lilies, gentle and lovely, and some people are like thorny roses, bravely moving forward. But in the end, it was still broken, saying what he wanted to say and do, a hundred, no worries.
However, the sign of growing up and maturing is that we have become cowardly. Like us who are cautious now, we dare not blame anyone, and we dare not expect others to understand. Everyone has their own difficulties, they all have their own lives, you are not her, how can you point fingers.
In my youth, the boy once said to me, "I'll take you on a bike ride on the weekend, it's just me and you, and the wind!" ”
At that time, the happy face was flushed, the hormones were high, and it felt like it was a mountain alliance and a sea oath, a confession and declaration of love. It feels like this is what a lifetime will look like, and I wish every day was a weekend.
Maybe someone will confess to you like this now. But does your mind first think, "Will the weather be better that day?" If it rains I'd rather sleep late! ”
For me, who is 35 married, I might say, "Come back to the supermarket and buy some food and go home to cook!" ”
God, what logic is that. This is the most direct reaction of your 20-year-old and 30-year-old brain, youth is romantic, full of expectations, all the way forward, and now you can only say that it is grounded, vulgar is middle-aged resentment.
Goodbye youth, goodbye to those people.
So get up and go to work, and choose a thick down jacket? Or a small suit?
"Cluck..."
"You're coughing, wear this!"
The gentleman threw a down jacket. Well, middle-aged men who serve the old.