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The dazzling sunlight is becoming softer than the summer light. In no hurry, I moved out a chair from home and sat at the door, enjoying the time comfortably. Sometimes the time seemed too long for me, or it was dull and ridiculous, just like this road, pedestrians come and go continuously every day but still do not change. Up to now, no one cares about its breakdown, and no one deliberately arranges anything. I often wonder why? Why can’t I go anywhere? Why do I have congenital disability and why can’t I walk with that leg straight? Soon, my sister’s size surpassed me, and even the child next door grew taller. I was still short. I also went to school. I went with my sister and walked slowly with my schoolbag on my back. I can’t understand what the teacher said, and I am often ridiculed by my classmates. But that kind of mood is colorful, yeah! It is as beautiful as a painting pen. But later I didn’t know what it was. Dad brought me back, saying that I had something wrong with my intelligence. Was that stupid? Maybe, I have been in the first grade for two years, but I still can’t count. Those numbers are so far away from me that they are too far to be pieced together. Since then, I grew up in the crowd, with inflexible legs, watching my father coming home from work and my mother coming in and out. It was always difficult for them to listen to me patiently. I love snacks, and the sweet taste is irresistible to occupy my mind. No matter where it is, there is an irresistible desire. Even strangers will make me close because of its existence. Chatting became my hobby, which was the atmosphere that my family could not reach. My sister disdained me, and most of my parents scolded me. After listening too much, I would argue loudly. You know, I am not so easy to bully! My sister has a lot of new clothes and a lot of pocket money. Others say this is a preference. I understand. I don’t look upright enough, my face is black, my eyes are swollen, and my cheeks on both sides are not well-proportioned, especially my teeth. The gap is like wind passing through and not neat enough. When I first laughed, I also touched it with my hands or bowed my head embarrassedly. Later I got used to it, which didn’t affect anything. The clothes were all for my sister, and my mother didn’t buy a new one until the Spring Festival. At that time, I was the happiest, and the neighbors would also praise me a few words, which were luxurious feelings for me. Mahjong at home seems to never stop. I can’t remember when it started. Those noisy corners full of life also cover my existence. When I am bored, I moved a chair and sat at the spacious door, watching people coming and going, listening to gossip in the neighborhood, or chatting with my sister across the door. She was the same age as me, and I was older than her, but it was far from her height and cultivation. When mother mentioned it, she would sigh uncontrollably. Why were there so many people so different? I really don’t understand this question. I went to visit the store when I was free. I felt that we were very close to each other, and the topics kept flowing. Generally, I said that people outside the family were right and wrong, and they just talked about something. She listened kindly and asked a few words from time to time, especially the gentle smile, which made me feel very special. Sometimes when she was reading at the door, I sat quietly on the opposite side, looking at her devotion, thinking what was the secret in the book? So attractive, I only know that TV plays, as long as they are popular, make me interested, no matter who you are, you can talk for a long time. Gradually, I found that she went home less and seldom saw her. Until one day she disappeared at the end of the road in a red dress, others said she had left the cabinet. We also moved and left the former place. My parents bought a house for my sister, feeling so uncomfortable. I do not know is long-term too much TV? Still not closed? The body is very poor in all aspects, and the consciousness is blurred. I just found that my mother had white hair, which was just gray in the past. My incomplete daughter let her spend her whole life. She was afraid that I would be bullied and lost in the street, worried about various. Now my sister’s child has grown up, and the years are gone step by step. I seem to see its back. Once I almost got married, and my family once made a fuss. The thin man with slight defects could not be relied on after all, and the front dust was in vain. Sunshine, the hot light was cut off. I just lay on my little bed, thinking about the hazy things. There were only a burst of mahjong sounds left in my memory… Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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During the vacation before senior three, I made an appointment with many friends: singing together after graduation, rolling the road together, and climbing the sky together. I swore to make up for the youth of senior three years. Then I continued to feel at ease and calm in the depressed time of senior three, full of longing for the summer vacation not far away. In the last month, cheer up and embrace each other, thinking about the blueprint for the future. The real Coming June 7th was hard to fall asleep because of muggy, trivial things and indescribable mood. Think of the encouraging words of friends and pretend that you have fallen asleep. The examination room is an empty shell, and only when you are personally on the scene can you know that the words of optimism and encouragement once existed seem to be a wisp of light smoke, so you can’t control it and watch it drift away gently. Then another real drama was staged, in which someone was happy and someone was worried. Tears, laments and laughter, and happiness contend with each other, ending some people’s bright dreams of youth. Some left, some left. My mother said to me: 12 years later, I finally threw you out. She cried more beautiful than smiled, wrinkles like a blooming flower. Dad didn’t know what to say, just nodded. A good friend became a dormant silkworm, and the failure of the college entrance examination was a nightmare binding her body and mind. We love her, but we can’t get into Iceland in her heart. Watching the gods, begging to care for her, hoping to give her everything good. Keep her quiet, waiting for her to wake up. The world is always divided, and good and bad are intertwined and separated forever. Gradually I forget the change of seasons and the heartbeat of my first love. But I still remember that a man named youth once appeared in my life, cheering and jumping. He loved mountains and rivers, once wanted to be a wandering poet, and once wanted to build a warm home for abandoned cats and dogs. What warms me is the dream, but the reality is cold. The Morning Glory blossomed for a summer and withered in the fireworks of the sunset glow. Youth cannot wait for the dream of tomorrow, and she has no passion to give her the power to continue to survive. I saw it decline step by step, and my breath was gradually boundless in my ears, so I could do nothing. Youth is still gone, and I can’t pull it even if I try my best. Its leaving left a large blank for my life. In fact, I haven’t had time to show my heart to it. I always like it, so deep. However, I can’t open the mouth. I don’t know if only I am so clumsy in the world that I can’t even say I like it. Really, I love my youth so much. But she only slipped past my 18 years old for a short time. Too late to say goodbye. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…