Author Jiang Chongyang
Female, a teacher in Zhengzhou airport, likes light and shadow and writing. Every word is a living individual, which brings warmth and happiness all the time. Time is like something lost in an hourglass. Chest, full of things. Put emotions in words, and the rest will become eternal. You must wait.
A movie "Why Shengxiao Mo" made everyone stand at the top of love, and I don't want to stop there. Let many people, trapped in the almost perfect person's room, remember the lovely and firm Zhao Mosheng. In real life, we stand in the most grounded life, from the most common words to the contact of distance, all the stories may not even begin. Therefore, compared with others, "leftover" is more popular now.
Time goes by little by little. Standing at the two ends of the scale, we are a little discouraged. Facing the life without seeing the other side, we don't know whether to wait or go away.
I have never written anything about love, and I always think that I have no right to speak about love. I have no love experience, so there is nothing to discuss with others. But it has also been said that there must be the possibility of expectation in any case. Therefore, we are more looking forward to meeting the right person in life with the simplest idea than being hurt or unforgettable. And love, for everyone, is the same.
Perhaps it is the love feelings carried by itself, or perhaps it is sensitive to words. All the long tunnels that time has gone through are rooted in romantic feelings. Those places where a person has walked and the growth of a person will eventually become the best time to meet you.
I have seen many stories about love, heard many sweet words about love, witnessed the love that exploded in the sky, stood in the bridesmaid's dress at my best friend's wedding, witnessed everything about happiness, and my eyes were red.
Once upon a time, in the circle of friends, it was no longer a beautiful photo of yourself, but a photo of your baby. Finally, I found out, ah, we are all at this age.
The story in the song is still being told, and the voice has reached the deep heart, and finally I understand the protagonists in those stories in the light rain.
More and more, you find that the older you get, the easier it is to be moved. When we were young, we all thought there were so many stories about dog blood, but now we can see tears in our eyes. The emotions we bring in are stronger than we can bear, leaving only tears. Every point can bring itself into the story, and suddenly I find myself in the same way.
Perhaps, you are as lonely in this world as I am now. From repairing things to loading wardrobes, from dragging suitcases to dragging them to the fifth floor in one breath, and then hanging curtains on tables and stools, everything is done by yourself. Everything seems to be done well by myself. I used to wonder if I would live like this all the time, and I was worried if I could meet the right person. I really want to beat up the right person and blame him for where he went before, just like in the novel. But I know that no matter what happens later, I still have the best expectation for love and try to be a better me, which is enough. And I hope you can do the same, don't put all your emotions on the story of meeting him or her, but spend more time on yourself, become a better person, do more things, look forward to meeting that better person, and don't give up the best expectation of love.
Aside from all the stories that have happened now, more people will say that reality is higher than dreams, so don't set your sights too high and get hurt by rumors. Time is passing, we are growing up bit by bit, and the hostility of those young people is fading away bit by bit. Without edges and corners, we began to lose courage. I don't know whether we should continue to wait. In the best years, I didn't greet him (her) with my best face, so I wasted the time waiting to meet him, which really wasted my good years. Why find a soul-compatible person instead of finding a possible ending with reality? I'm sure of that. Stories may happen, so there must be commitment in this process. I hope you can understand.
However, it is love that can move and produce chemical reactions. The best youth is the person who blushes at the sight of his heartbeat, the mood of his words, and the idea that his mouth will rise. The person who will be brave like a superman in front of you and always worry about you is not a rhetoric, not for you to wait and see, but a bully who holds your hand and stands beside you to give you a sense of security, and proves everything with his own actions. Those who love you simply for the sake of loving you are the most worthy of love. Perhaps, in our life, we spend too much time waiting and searching. However, it is love after all. Hold your hand, grow old with your son, and love.
The most beautiful words I have ever read. There are not many beautiful things in the world. The wind blowing from the other side of the river in the early autumn evening makes you laugh yourself to death in your twenties.
I hope you can meet the right person. When you need a home, I say to you, it happens that I have a home.
Happy tanabata!
Qixi Theme Composition (2): Syracuse
Author mei
Female, a high school Chinese teacher in Zhengzhou Middle School, with fresh and smart words and sincere and delicate feelings, is good at poetry and prose. She has published more than 300,000 words on Sina blog and Zhengzhou Education blog, and her articles are mostly found in Zhengzhou Daily, Deyu Daily and Zhengzhou Evening News.
1
Because of you, I began to understand the city. From the first day you went, the city was no longer a simple name. It is an ideal city in the north, a snowy city. On many days in winter, the sky should be covered with flowers and jade. The city is covered with silver makeup, like a snowy winter in Andersen's fairy tales.
When I miss you in the afterglow of the sunset in the south, I always set a background for your appearance, such as the snow country of Kawabata Yasunari, the distant mountains rendered by ink and wash, the earth paved with snow, the hilltop under the moonlight, loneliness, tranquility and sadness.
I sketched your city with wishful thinking, but I never sketched the warmth of that city, only purity and cold.
I'm tired of thinking about the south and the north. All the information about that city makes me very sensitive, even if those things have nothing to do with you. Because of you, I know a city.
2
I went to a meeting on education.
When the train goes on day after day, my heart gradually feels dejected, just like when I was a child in the evening, watching the cattle and sheep return to the circle, watching the western Western jackdaw thrown into the forest, watching the sunset slowly disappear in the distant mountains, and watching the twilight merge.
My mother stood in her hometown, surrounded by a fence, with a garden and a blue brick house, and was dazzled by the afterglow of the sunset. My mother is shrouded in twilight, and everything around her is like a beautiful layer of gold.
We sat on the doorstep and you asked:
"What's that over there?"
"There is still a mountain over there."
"What about the other side of the mountain?"
"It's still a mountain."
We are wanderers of our hometown and mother, and we all yearn for the outside world. We came out of a small village and walked in all directions. Let the seeds buried in the heart for a long time germinate, blossom and bear fruit in the soaking of time.
The train sped past the land in the north, leaving a large cornfield. Trees on the roadside changed from poplars to Metasequoia glyptostroboides, and the sun was no longer white. It was a summer day, and it seemed dark before seven o'clock in the evening.
I closed my eyes and saw my hometown thousands of miles away. It was still summer in my hometown. You are as young and energetic as I am, and we are bathed in abundant rain and sunshine together. My mother is young, gentle and beautiful.
At the moment, I am walking along your road, getting farther and farther away from our home.
Run to an isolated city in the northern land. In winter, it snows.
I think it's time for the sun to set in my hometown at this moment. My mother will still stand at the door and the sunset will shine on her. There will be a solemn and sacred solemnity, but there will be no us sitting on the steps or watching the sunset.
I don't like being apart.
The farewell of Baqiao Yanliu and Changting made me feel melancholy, and my fragile and sensitive heart made me feel dull pain when I thought of leaving.
three
I see you, outside that small railway station.
At that time, the lights were bright, the crowds were woven and bustling.
I saw you standing by the car. It was a kind of silence, or loneliness, independent of the noise.
My heart hurts again.
During the three days together, I thought about your daily life all the time, imagining your life alone in the north and thousands of miles away from home. Sometimes, I suddenly want to cry with a smile, and suddenly I can't go on.
When we drove through the Songhua River, you said, do you remember the song that Grandpa sang for us? "My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are soybeans and sorghum ..."
Yes, you will cross this river many times. You will think of grandpa, our childhood, our village and our home under the southern sky.
I asked:
"What's beyond the river?"
"Is the development zone on the other side of the river?
"What is the development zone over there?
"Further north."
"What about the north of the north?"
I have never been to the north, I want to know what the north of the north is like, and so do you, just like when we were young, we instinctively yearned for the unknown distance.
I know it will be cold in the north, but I don't know how cold it will be. I don't know if you are cold in winter. I wonder if you will think of me and our home in the south when you walk in the snow in winter.
four
Get together in a hurry and leave in a hurry.
The plane flies over your city, and your city becomes more and more blurred and farther away. After more than two hours, I will return to my city and my own home. My home is between my mother and you. I am worried about my mother in the south and you in the north, and there is a kind of pain torn by life.
I said goodbye in a faint tone, for fear of causing sadness of parting.
Speak softly, go home and leave you a message when I get home.
You smiled and agreed. Just as I looked down, I saw the wetness under your eyes. You can't even look at me. We are all shy children, afraid of accidentally exposing the weakness in your heart.
Open the phone and leave a message for you: I'm gone, it's not easy to be alone, learn to take care of yourself!
I blame myself for not causing you pain. I think you will choke when you see it, just like when you were a child.
I remember that summer night when I was a child, I walked hand in hand with you under the mottled moonlight tree. At night, our hands sweat because of interlocking or fear, as smooth as two fish swimming in a shallow pool. They are touching each other. Our souls are also wandering in our hands, waiting for each other. The moon passes through our souls and shines gently in our hearts just right.
I know that it is not easy for a person to settle down, and the macro cause tempts us to go further. In fact, happiness in life is easy to get, not vigorous and dull, and it is good to settle down in your heart.
Just, when will this life come again?