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One year return period. A long-awaited journey.
The wind and the weeds on the roadside.
A swaying carriage. Strange faces and cities.
Go home.
Will you cry with excitement when you see the person you want to see?
It seems like a lifetime away.
Time is always lazy and aimless. Too much free time. Boring, numb.
Eat and sleep, sleep and eat.
The stomach is always swollen and sad.
I don't even feel the need to wash my face in the morning. No need to go out, no need to meet guests. No need to go very far. My brain doesn't even want to move.
I want to read a book. I asked my niece if she had extracurricular books to read. The result caused the sister-in-law to laugh. This laugh always makes me sound sad.
It's just ridicule.
I left angrily.
Hide in bed. I fell asleep after a while.
It is rare to dream. Always feel the dawn.
Will not think about messy things. Vision is pure. With the wind blowing. Dirt flying.
The sun comes out. Sitting by the door basking in the sun.
See that newly married woman. There is still a childish look on the face. Only 19 years old.
Is premature marriage a good thing?
She has only just grown up.
Understand what is love? What is the responsibility? When she is my age, will she regret the wild impulses of her youth just as much?
Men will never understand women.
Their love is too broad. Very little love was given.
The one who really loves you will have to wait until after the age of 30.
Because at that time, my heart was as calm as the sea. Met enough people.
Vision and thinking have reached a certain level.
There is a church on the opposite street.
Originally, Jesus also celebrated the Chinese New Year.
Sing and dance every day.
There are also Chinese couplets posted at the door. Songs of praise wafted through the air. do not understand.
Crowded vehicles drive on narrow roads. Many people who hid in Tibet had disputes because they refused to give way. Even called 110 to adjust.
See half of the Spring Festival Gala and fell asleep. The plan was to grab red envelopes in the early hours of the morning, and lucky ones would become enthusiastic viewers who were drawn by the stars. But finally fell asleep. Didn't have any dreams. Woke up feeling refreshed.
2017 is over.
In the new year, what ideals do you have?
In a noisy city, never had such a mood to watch a theatrical performance
Even if their acting is so blunt and their singing so ugly?
Spend a lot of time on boring things. Sit and chat with elders.
Can't understand the thick dialect. Just nod and shake your head.
Attend family gatherings.
Watch young children dance on stage.
For the whole seven days, I spent in laziness. Haven't written a word, haven't read a book. Accompany the family from one banquet to the next.
At night, stand under the eaves and watch the beautiful fireworks in the sky.
A group of happy children with flowery smiling faces.
For the first time, I was infected by the excitement. I don't feel lonely.
I like children.
It's like returning to the starting point of life.
Play games, play ball, run with them.
Dust, wheat fields. Frosted vegetables. Trees without leaves. Withered and yellow reeds fluttering in the wind. The singing in the wheat field is melodious.
Return to Wuxi on the sixth day. Another embarrassing traffic jam.
The bus stops and goes.
Public toilets are overcrowded.
?Share your travel experiences with your friends.
Joking all the way. The time passed happily.
it's dark. Can't see the way. And I am already in Wuxi. The moon above my head reminds me of my hometown.
The patter of light rain hit the ground. Walk in the narrow path. Pass through a residential area. Empty and sad. Most of the outsiders have not returned here. And the aborigines moved away. Like a deserted city.
The door of a family is open. Doing a meager livelihood to support the family. The store door is low and narrow.
I can't really see what kind of shop it is. The woman was wearing a red nightgown, with curly yellow hair, smoking a cigarette contentedly. Leaning on the door and standing at the door.
The expression on his face was submerged in the dim light.
Not far away came the sound of playing mahjong.
theOne sound, like piano music at night.
Boiling lonely loneliness.
There are no pedestrians. The whole alley is extremely quiet and peaceful.
I did not take the brightly lit road. But choose this path. Everything in front of you is unknown.
I don't know what kind of scenery I will pass. I don't know what kind of people I will meet. Carrying a backpack.
Wearing a down jacket, wrapped in a thick scarf.
Tired, the boredom of traffic jams was blown away by a gust of breeze. So, I closed my eyes, smelled the intoxicating aroma in the air, and really wanted to open my arms and embrace nature.
But this is not my lovely hometown.
It will not accommodate my childishness.
? Follow the desolation in the dead of night and walk to the brightly lit bridge.
It was eight o'clock in the evening when I actually got home.
Think there will be a traffic jam until midnight? I regret the circle of friends I just posted.
Sure enough, I just announced the news of my arrival with excitement. It caused a group of people to boo at the bottom.
~Didn't you say that you will arrive at 12 midnight?
~ so fast. We only moved 20 meters in two hours
?¡«We are stuck at the Jiangyin BridgeWho will save us
¡«I was afraid of traffic jams on the expressway, so I took the national highway, and I was still stuck in a mess
I really want to reply, the highway is so congested, isn't it the sin of you buying cars?
If everyone takes the bus. It will reduce a lot of traffic flow.
Every family has a car, is it really convenient for us to travel?
The traffic extends in all directions. Regardless of water, land, or sky There are many more traffic hubs than before but more traffic hazards than before
? Has Technology Made Us Progress or Regressed
? The originally four-hour drive dragged on to more than eight hours
After taking a shower and washing clothes
Lying on a soft bed. Review the gains and losses in the past seven days. Meeting and parting.
Like having a long dream.
Always feel unreal.
Like floating in an illusion.
Delicious food, wine table, friends, elders, children Countless blurred time
I have walked a long way, passed by several rivers, and passed by a cemetery. There are pots of flowers beside the cemetery, red, blue, and purple. There is a pig farm at the end of the cemetery, the gate is closed. A car drives by. The sound of the engine is loud. In the wilderness, in the cemetery, it looks terrible.
It won't stop. Disappearing into the horizon with its owner
The sound of gongs and drums in the distance. Celebrating a grandma's 90th birthday.
I do not know her. But silently bless her.
Once entered her room by mistake while watching fireworks at night. When she saw me coming in, she hurriedly stood up tremblingly. smile. Grabbing my hand, I kept repeating in an excited tone, my face has changed, my face has changed
I don't know who she is talking about?
I don't even know what to call her.
I don't want to disappoint her. So, I politely chose to nod.
After watching the fireworks.
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