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I don't like going to strange places.
It's better if it's a person.
And there are so many acquaintances at the destination, and I feel that it is better to have a companion. Looks like there's no order. In fact, still alone.
The factory department held a New Year's Eve dinner in Binhu District, Wuxi. Far from where I live.
According to the annual pattern, there will be a lottery session before the New Year's Eve dinner.
I mainly went for the prize. I heard that this year's grand prize is a gold medal worth 6,000 yuan.
I stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus. The weather in winter is very cold. The wind blows in gusts.
I don't know where the destination is?
Follow the advice of others.
"There is bus No. 138 in front of your house, just take it."
At one o'clock in the afternoon, set off.
Forgot to take change. run home.
I found out that I forgot to take the admission ticket, so I ran home again.
So repeatedly. Missed a bus. I had to stay where I was and continue to wait.
On the way, I met up with my friends in the carriage on time.
The bus wobbled. Like being in a blurry world. The unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, like elongated shadows, gathers and disperses in the sight
I have never been to these places.
River water, Huishan. Unreal mist.
The sun's light flickers from time to time.
When meeting colleagues who work together, they look at each other and smile. It was a polite greeting.
I am not talkative by nature. Especially in crowded and noisy places. Even more embarrassing.
I don't know where to get off.
? People traveling with me call my name. In a trance, he followed them out of the car.
The bus stop sign was shining brightly.
where to?
I have no idea.
Like a puppet who doesn't want to think.
Follow them closely so you won't get lost. The brain is still working. My novel is not finished today.
It has been a long time since I started writing that unfinished novel. I'm so afraid of getting lost in the messy plot.
Until now I don't remember the name of that hotel?
And I once stood at the gate and looked up at its name.
I also turned my back to the gate and looked at the busy traffic on the opposite side. Look at the tall buildings rising from the ground.
The sun is not strong.
I am wearing a yellow down jacket.
Clothes from three years ago. There were signs of mold in the cupboard. And the leather pants bought with it have already been riddled with holes.
Watch the bustling streets from an extremely clear perspective.
People walking together walk through the gate. So, I followed suit.
Complimenting a colleague's daughter for her beautiful eyes in the elevator. The eyelashes are very long. The look of frowning makes people feel pitiful.
This year is very unfortunate. No prize was drawn.
I ate the most ordinary meal.
From one o'clock to half past six.
Interspersed with theatrical programs prepared by the factory department.
Not very emotional.
Think about the rush when you first came. Curious about everything. I was exhausted on the way back.
The light from the street lamps was dim and blurry.
Many acquaintances gathered under the bus stop sign. It turned out that they were all on the same bus.
Ask each other if they won the lottery and if they are full?
I am also envious of those who won the grand prize this year.
The car is here. The crowd swarmed up. After a while, the stop sign became silent. The sound of chattering spread in the car.
I saw a girl in a red top get into a taxi across the road.
This year she stood on stage and sang (You exist in my singing).
Sounds pretty good.
Her youth is just right.
20 years old. It's a beauty I can't go back to. Therefore, I am jealous of her age and envy her waywardness.
My life has involved too many burdens. It will be difficult to move.
girl.
What a distant vocabulary.
In the spare time. My brain can't help replaying the past clips.
My eighteen and twenty years old.
The black sky opened the depths of the night.
A long sleepless night. Sore eyes. Pick up the pen, can't write a word. A book is opened and dropped.
The mind is infinitely broad. Like an uneven straight line. Crooked and twisted, hiding in Tibet. It's addictive.
My nostalgia for time is nothing but struggles. And unspeakable pain.
I don't want to grow old at all.
Life has just begun.
It's just the beginning. There is a feeling of being late.
I have not found like-minded friends. I don't even have good teachers and helpful friends to accompany me.
I am slowly getting out of line on the track of life.
Spend the last bit of patience in the time of struggle.
When I sat on the return bus. Looking out the window at night.
The crowd, mixed with bright neon lights.
Beautiful, charming.
Who plays a pipa in the night.
Whose laughter awakened a curtain of Youmeng
The fleeting beauty
I am in the carriage
Looking down at the road under your feet
Whether all the way is very smooth.
The girl on the opposite side cried softly
Holding tightly a hand of tears
For whom are the tears shed
May I
Wipe it off for you
The scars of the years
The old man next to him is yawning softly
gray hair
old hands
Been waiting for the signal to go home
Who is waiting for him at home
Make him so anxious
We are all in a hurry
With an untold story.
With a busy day.
Running in the night
The lamb in the mist
Girl, don't be sad
The love you want will come one day.
Grandpa don't panic
Your home is just ahead
standing at the door waiting for you
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