When he was bored, Xiaoman took a book and sat on a fallen tree trunk with a certain height. At that time, Zhongnanhai, who came back from work, had not finished smoking. If there is a cigarette, it will be beautiful to blow out a circle of smoke in the moisture emitted by leaves in the Woods because of rain. I want to buy a house in the county this year, which is closer to home and convenient for taking care of my mother. After all, my mother is old and can take care of herself, but she also needs young people around her to take care of some housework.
Sometimes Xiaoman will go to the east river to play in the water, where the water is almost cut off because of the lack of rain. Fortunately, it rained several times this year and the water began to be rich again. The murmur of a stream is like music written by nature. Sometimes you can sit on the roots of dead trees by the river for half an hour. The sun shone all morning, and the river was not so cold. You can also take a bath in the river to wash away sweat and dirt. Xiaoman thinks that the music of water is really beautiful, it is a masterpiece of nature, and birds are singing every day.
He went for a walk by the river again today because he felt uncomfortable at home. Without work, people will collapse. At that time, when I had a job, I felt that I worked too long and didn't get enough sleep. There is no work to do now, and it is also suffering. How long will this day last? In fact, Xiaoman also wants to fall in love and meet some people.
It would be great to have someone I like and who I like, and to live together! Even if every day is hard, as long as we love each other, we can look at each other and take care of each other. How desirable!
But we live far apart, and we all have our own families to support. Even if we fall in love, don't we go our separate ways in the end? It is impossible to live together. Just thinking about it ... a trace of helplessness and pain ripples in Xiaoman's heart, which is the same-sex sorrow.
I feel that life is really helpless Can I spend the rest of my long life again in such a hurry and mediocrity? Sometimes I wonder why life is so boring and time is so hasty, just like this stream never stops.