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Injury,

I have been tortured by the wound on my belly for more than seven years. After the night comes and puts down the exhaustion and busyness of the day, the pain of itching and pain begins to torture me. For seven years, it seems that I have gradually got used to touching it in the middle of the night. In the daytime, people forget its existence because they are busy and full, just like some people who stand in the sun with a smile mask and start crying alone when they calm down alone. I remember where I saw such a sentence: my smile does not mean my happiness! In fact, I don’t like this sentence, but it spreads in every corner of the world. Seven years later, after giving birth to a child, I don’t know whether it is because of poor nursing or medical skills? That wound is much thicker than that of ordinary people, and it always makes me feel itchy every night. Until some blood flowed out from the scratched skin, it no longer felt itchy but began to feel faint pain. Seven years, in this way, the cycle went round and round, breaking layer after layer of skin and forming layer after layer of scab! Although I have suffered enough from such torture, I can’t get rid of those devil hands. I was thinking, is there something in the world like this? Some injuries we didn’t want to touch, but we couldn’t help ourselves. Our actions couldn’t control our thoughts, but our thoughts could easily control our actions! Those wounds, scars, and the past that you don’t want to know. If we don’t touch it, it doesn’t mean it no longer exists. When the night comes, when the loneliness is staged, when the loneliness is at any time, everything will pour out! Just like my wound, I don’t want to suffer much, but it makes me feel so itchy that I can’t help revealing the scar that has already been scabbed, and I feel painful again! I wonder if the disease will eventually collapse and die if it will continue to circulate? Are those who have experienced deep pain suffering as well as my wounds?? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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Memory

Time in change, memory 1.1 point stop-motion, along the way, life has quietly lost a lot of look back, years of vicissitudes, many people after, come and go, who is returning? Or passing through? Is the beauty of the past really lost? I won’t make an innocent agreement with such a unscrupulous smile! When we grow up, we are lonely. We like listening to sad songs alone, humming out of tune and hiding our sadness in our hearts. Once, now, and after the unknown, the whole process was like a unknown movie, but it was my life series! Thank you to everyone in your life who has cared about and loved me! I know that only one word of thanks can’t match the true feelings of giving. I deeply wish everyone who loves me and loves me! This season, the first time to feel that there is no snow in winter does not mean that it will be warm; This season, missing is lost in loneliness; This season, there are too many words in my heart to express if one day I am tired, I want to wait for the sunset to grow old quietly in a corner, just want to leave a blank space for my memory! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

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Early winter

After getting up in the early morning of yesterday morning, I went downstairs to have a look. There was drizzle falling in the sky. I turned over and went upstairs to take an umbrella and walked to the square for a walk in the rain. Breathing fresh air, walking brisk steps, walking around the familiar Lakeside. Although it is raining in the sky, there are not many morning exercise people walking with umbrellas. It rained all day, but it didn’t stop at night. One day later, another morning arrived. After the lovely phone bell rang today, I got dressed and got up immediately by the bright light from the phone. Is it still raining? I stopped for a short time at the turn of the corridor and heard the ticking sound of raindrops outside the window. I stretched out my hand outside the window to test it without any raindrops. After walking downstairs, jianbu turned around and walked to the path, feeling the warm climate, like the spring climate, feeling really cool, refreshing, refreshing, cool eyes. After arriving at the square, he began to trot. After half a lap, he began to walk quickly. Walk to the guest house and start walking backwards. Go back to the south corner. In such a brisk weather, let the calm mood feel the beauty of life more; In such a brisk weather, feel the style of morning exercise; In such a brisk weather, further thinking about life and life. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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Distance

[Introduction] fall into the distance and want to see more scenery. Look at the scenery through time and space. When you see the scenery, what kind of yearning is left behind-I am not me, and you are not you. As soon as we entered the early winter, there was still the rain left in late autumn. It was like rushing to the streets. One after another, the temperature became lower with the gradual rain. Because of the collision at noon yesterday, my fingers were swollen and painful. No frustration, no chagrin, and a clear mood. In fact, pain is not necessarily a bad thing. As if, there are some time, let the past years of thoughts, salvage some old Sesame, or sad or happy, or worried or suffering, no matter what the result is, we have experienced, the root of life is getting deeper and deeper. Second, every scenery exists alone, just like everyone. Then everyone’s way of self is like parallel lines, shuttling between the world and never crossing. How many unexpected things are there, and what answers do they mean? These are unclear. Maybe there is only a kind of Sansheng stone, and there is a voice calling there, only passing deep and shallow by the ear of the destined person. Third, I like to enter my own garden in the dead of night. Wearing soft and warm pajamas, accompanied by an orange desk lamp, it was quiet, peaceful and graceful, with a little woman-like shallow smile. Let some good times worth recalling flow out from the fingers, let sad, grateful, delighted, lightly reflect some illusions, such as Penglai Pavilion, which makes people mistakenly think that they can touch and walk in. In fact, far and near are the same in essence. Those tangled complex, missed and missed, will feel painful as long as they think of it. Love or not is fate or robbery. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the depth of falling and the degree of pain. Everything will eventually return to dust. Fourth, some things can only be achieved through a lifetime, but more often, they leave regrets. Just like a city, some people are always there, but they can’t reach it. They can only look at each other helplessly, letting time fall from their fingers, in the fog, it is the unspeakable missing and concern in my heart. Fifth, for a period of time, I seldom contacted with the outside world, and the range of activities was so small that I could reach out and touch my heart. Lonely. Rejected. Contradiction. Hesitate. My Reflections. Put down. Picked up. There are thousands of ways to heal wounds, mine, no one can guess. No matter I am happy or sad, I only pay for myself. Everyone is like this. Just like the person in the world of mortals walking in the sunshine, a smiling face appearing in front of you, can you guess whether he is really happy? Perhaps, living a pure life of soul should be the most suitable for oneself. Six within a short period of half a month, The Willows on the moat river shed their hair, leaving only bare empty sleeves, flying in the cold wind. Maybe the flying can welcome the blooming peach blossom, the blooming cherry blossom and the growing grass. But I can’t see anything. I don’t know whether you are walking in tirob market in karca or walking through the path of the garden in the city. Haizi said: There is nothing in the distance except the distance. But there is another sentence: all the scenery is far away. I am fascinated by the distance and want to see more scenery. Look at the scenery through time and space. When you see the scenery, what kind of yearning is left behind-I am not me, and you are not you. Seven girls across the door got married, with festive firecrackers. Looking at the newcomers wearing Chinese-style red satin robe, wish you well! Turning back, the dust-separated and screen-separated people make people think deeply. In my memory, there was a woman from the south of the Yangtze River who still held her lute and sang some ancient poems: One night the Green Lotus was cut through with Frost, making it impossible for him to fall in the autumn rain without Pearl and blue clouds, yellow leaves on the ground, and, wave on Han yancui falling clouds and solitary greedy fly together, autumn sky color. Nostalgia is warm, moist, sad and painful. There are some missing for those who come and go. Although there is still a fragrance of laughter in your mouth, there are some things in your heart. Some people never leave. There is nothing to be sad, it is enough to stay in the heart. How wonderful it is to keep the dream unbeaten and filled with fragrance! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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Blessing

Probably at the moment when I decided to live with him, I was doomed to be lonely in the future. I am not great but not bad enough. Looking at the happy ship gradually heading far away, maybe only in this way can love last forever even if it has passed long ago. The clouds are light and the wind is light, but there are memories in the bottom of my heart, just like the rainbow after the rain streaking across the sky. The beauty of a moment plays the most beautiful part in the gloomy life. Some people say that life is the most beautiful only when there is just like the legend of the six reincarnation people passing by on the Naihe bridge may have the love passing by in this life so familiar and strange if life is perfect after all, who will make the same mistake again no matter whether you or I will continue I’m begging for the past and the present. After all, we have loved. For this love, don’t hurt each other. Maybe someday, it will be your harbor where I can keep warm. You are happy. I’m smiling. It proves your choice at that time. My leaving is right. If one day you and I meet again, just walk away gently and don’t disturb the dusty memory, which is the expression of loving me. If there is missing, I will know if I raise my head and smile. [Responsible editor: Leaves]] 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…

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六月

『写在前面』 梦在树下开了帖子,题目写着公共日记六月:小楼一夜,梅雨萧萧。虽然我说不去任何网站浏览东西,但是树下却始终难以割舍。而随着他的引导,也续写写六月的点点滴滴。 「六月七日。星期天。小雨」 周末,还在上班。 昨天晚上想好了的,今天来的时候有时间要写一些文字,但是却迟迟不想动笔。 我说六月做一个温暖的女子。就连我的文字里都已经保证。 但是怎么今天情绪还是有些忧郁。 对了电脑一天,突然发现什么都没做。只是无聊的翻翻网页。 刚才下雨了。不过又晴了。我在想,一会下班回家干什么。 突然我知道了,依旧是看电视,然后晚上熬夜看书。明天生活依旧。 今天到此。明天在写。 「六月八日。星期一。阴转晴」 四点了,才吃完中午饭,昨天同事休息我上班一天,有些熬时间。 今天早上阴天,下午晴天。心情似乎和天气一样变化挺大。早上写了一篇稿子。然后贴博客里。感觉还不错。或许有时候闲的无聊就写字吧。 刚才在看电视,和晨聊了几句,但是有一句却触碰内心。他说怎么过都是过。就这一句话让我突然觉得生活或许就是这样,怎么过,还不是过。所以心又安静了少许。 好了。看电视去了。 「六月九日。星期二。晴」 昨天晚上去参加比我小三岁的侄女的订婚仪式,怎么说呢。让我突然很有感慨,觉得自己现实的生活真的很空白,有些表姐开玩笑问我什么时候喝我的喜酒,我一惊,居然语无伦次。 今天大姐在线了,下午和她聊了一会,又说起了社团,不过大家都很淡然了。觉得那个圈子的确该离开了。我给大姐说不要遗忘我,姐说我以后有什么事情依旧可以和她说,于是我笑了。 其实今天本来想写一些小说,脑袋里把一些情节早以刻画好了,只是怎么突然就没兴趣写下去,所以迟迟没有动笔。今天的阳光很好,感觉很舒服,尤其在厅里上班的时候开了一会空调,有种飘飘欲仙的感觉。不过总体来说,一天的生活就是这样简单,安静,过上一会也该下班了。 「六月十日。星期三。晴」 伸了一个懒腰,终于站起来活动会,刚才看了每天晚上着迷的电视剧,虽然现在心里还被里面的情节吸引着,但是最终知道了结局是什么样,所以就没了前几天的好奇。一般情况下上网的时候会很少看电视或者电影,或许最近真的是有些无聊吧,不想怎么写字,又一个人坐着上网,于是打开晚上常看的电视看了看结尾。 今天终于写了个小说,觉得情节有些单薄,或许自己本不是一个专业的作家,所以写出来的东西总是不够满意。不过依旧很喜欢自己的语调,突然觉得现在的自己写出来的东西,所叙述的一切都很舒缓,或者这也是自己一种独特的文风吧。 最近安静了很多,也没有前一阵子的烦躁不安,似乎有人说的很对,就这样生活着还是活着,为什么追求的那么多呢?于是我想了想,虽然自己的生活比较简单,无谓,单调,但是不能否认现在的自己算是比较开心。平静的过每天的日子,只是没人陪我而已。 喜欢看很多书,但是却没钱买很多,于是有些时候会上网看一些,或者晚上用手机看会,觉得那是一种享受。这几天我在想着,淡然,从容是什么?摁。终于似乎懂得一些,就是要求不要太高,想法不要太多,学会随遇而安即可。然后我就更加的平静。心里想着,这样的生活其实很好。 「六月十三日。星期六。晴」 看了一眼日记上次更新的时间,吓了一跳,一晃又是三天过去了。似乎不清楚这三天之内具体做了什么,但是好象总是闷闷不乐的感觉。今天是周六,刚才中午顶着37度的太阳奔波在路上,然后到单位开始上班,一切总是在平淡中渡过。 昨天晚上我不开心,我说我不开心,可是具体什么事情我又不想说出来,只是觉得这样的日子压抑的有些疲惫。听着客厅里爸妈的争吵声,让我有一种想要解脱的冲动。我知道家里的每个人都过的不幸福,可是又有什么办法来改变现实的状况呢。 我不知道现在哪个地方更适合自己,呆在家里是一些琐碎的唠叨,还有无休止的争吵,呆在上班的地方,又是工作上的压力还有无头绪的思绪。谁告诉我哪里才是适合我的地方。我不能说我有些迷茫,其实从一开始我就一直处于迷茫的状态下。记得很早以前默默对我说,女人来到世上是来享受的,所以我应该快乐,等到老了的时候才能有美好的回忆。可是我不明白,为什么我却做不到快乐,是因为自己内心的原因,还是快乐本不属于我。 我在想着,现在的日子就是这样,混一天是一天,可是却突然发现日子混起来真来。一天的时间似乎很慢,而夜晚属于自己的时间却有匆忙的过去。我不知道夏天的时候是不是每个人都显得心浮气燥,可是我明显的感觉到自己的躁动不安。好吧,我不是说过了了吗?要开心一些不是。所以那就开心一些吧。 想了想,现在快4点多了,到7点多的时候准备下班,然后回家,吃饭,睡觉。明天早上继续上班,重复着今天的生活。似乎该满足,不是吗? 「六月十四日。星期日。晴」 昨天晚上凌晨两点多睡觉,我知道自己不是失眠,而是有些事情让我有些烦躁,本以做好的决定,但是却总是下不了决心,我对一个朋友说,我很想失忆,那么什么回忆都没有,说这话的时候我苦笑了几声,朋友开导我说,其实有些事情可以放下,就算放不下也不要提起,让它沉淀下去,于是我觉得我懂了,但似乎自己总是一个人纠结。我说,如果以后不想写字的话,那么白天那么多时间做什么呢?朋友大吃一惊,说自从认识我以来我一直是沉浸在文字之中,很无聊的时候也只是以写字来打发时间,不像他那样没事的时候玩游戏,在朋友认为,我写字就是利用无聊的时间。我想了想,没有说话。其实也是,写字真的以成为平常不可缺少的一件事,即使一个人的时候也喜欢用文字来描写。 昨天子青打来电话聊天,又似乎很久没有和他说过话了,他说最近又要搬家,和一些同学住在一起,我说他以后不孤单了,有人陪了,哪像我还是孤家寡人一个。他笑了说,其实他也很孤单,只是没有太多的时间去想一些事情,他知道我最近心情不好,于是开导我说没事的话可以去成都那边找他玩,有些时候他还会幻想一下我去成都的画面,一个女子独自前来,呆了几天之后又转身离去。我笑了,说他幻想的这些以后都会实现,因为我曾经说过,子青是我网上最铁的知己,所以终有一天我要去他的城市找他,见一上面,那样才对得起我们之间的友谊。 今天是周末了,早上起来看见自己双肿的眼睛有些心疼,其实我也知道,但是就是不能克制自己的思想,其实我依旧很累,只是我也和晨一样,学会了隐忍,学会了掩饰。 「六月十五日。星期一。晴」 早上八点半才上班,但是自己却提前了半个小时,于是打开电脑随意的翻着,本想着今天早上没事的话可以写一篇小说,因为那个故事已经想了很久,觉得写出来的话应该可以很轻松,但不知为什么对着电脑的时候思想突然有些空白,总是不由自主的想一些莫名其妙的事情。刚突然想起江山来,进去看了一眼,发现自己前一阵子投的征文居然还得了优秀奖,突然惊喜一阵,因为对于诗歌我总是不能肯定,接着看了自己以前的指间社团,突然有种想要回去的冲动,但我知道我只是无聊了才又一时冲动。我在想着,如果以后不写博的话那么我该做什么?我在想着如果删了一个朋友的话那么我还上博客做什么,不上的话时间不是更充足了,想着想着又有一些头疼,突然发现最近怎么头疼起来。 刚和妃子说了几句话,我不知道她怎么看出我最近的心事,猛的问了我一句家里发生什么事情了么?于是我把一些看起来似乎琐碎但是却在家里比较重大的事情讲了出来,妃说怎么事情都堆到了一起呢。我没有解释,只是说着不仅家里的事情,我连自己一些乱七八糟的事都处理不好。还没等妃说话,我又被工作的事情拉去忙了。 我真的有些乱了,尤其思想,而且最近突然有些失控,怎么觉得一切都是空白的样子。还记得昨天晚上从同学家回来,下楼梯的时候一不小心摔了下,结果不仅把脚崴了,而且侧面因为楼梯上的砖头咋到脚上,结果鞋子被血染红了,同学责怪我说怎么下楼梯都这样心不在焉,我反驳说是楼梯不好。好几厘米的伤口泛出鲜红的血,她们家没有创可帖只好用纸随便的擦了几下便离开。路上又被一家人的狗开始追咬,突然觉得自己有些落魄的感觉。 现在听着歌,写下这些琐碎的事情,因为我想看着我一边听歌一边写东西可以专心不?因为我总是不能又写东西又听歌的,觉得自己的思想不集中,不过有些事情总是要学会改变还有适应的。我在想着过下去的几天该怎么样呢?应该怎么样呢?具体该怎么样?我想着想。 「六月十六日。星期二。晴」 昨天两点多下班,回家之后开始睡觉,不过睡觉之前还是和玻璃聊了一会,怎么说呢,似乎和她聊过之后我突然清醒很多,因为有些事情我总是很迷糊,不知道该怎么处理。中午的时候给大姐留言,前几天给她留言没有回我,于是昨天又开始Q她,本想着和她说一些我最近的情况,但却发现大姐似乎过的也不好,有些生病,又和姐夫闹了点矛盾,还有考试的事情。一时间我觉得每个人都有自己的事情要做。姐说她想休息,安静一会,于是和她道别之后我想到了玻璃,一个有着和大姐一样成熟思想的女子。 和她聊完之后我终于理智一些,或许自己也只是一个孩子,需要别人的开导。拉了窗帘开始睡觉,梦中还感觉有泪水流下的痕迹,只是不到一会的功夫就消失不见了。7点多钟起来,看见外面的太阳不是强烈,拖拉着鞋子坐在客厅看电视,有些烦躁不安的样子,吃了饭,爸爸妈妈回来了,最近家里发生了一些事情,具体的说又要用一笔钱来解决,而那笔钱又是父亲花了很久的时间才挣到的,其实有些时候我心里很自责,因为自己总是不能让父母生活的好一些,其实我心里想着,现在一切的苦日子都会过去,以后如果我可以的话我一定让家人过上富裕的生活。 晚上接到花的电话,该怎么说呢,似乎上次和他说过叫他不要对我那么好以后他就很少打电话给我,偶尔聊上几句也是漫不经心的样子。其实我不是一个冷血人,只是我不习惯一个人对自己很好,而自己又没有能力去回报。我们聊了很多,似乎总是不着边际的话,但是电话这端的我分明听到自己的声声叹息,我不知道自己什么时候成了一个爱叹息的女子,但是我知道只有我心里压抑的时候才会一声接着一声的叹气。 昨天一夜都没睡好,因为天气的闷热,因为蚊子的叫声,凌晨两点半开始关机,但是到三点的时候还依旧翻来覆去。拿起身边的扇子在夜晚胡乱的舞动,不知不觉的似乎进入了梦乡。早上起来上班的时候想起昨天晚上小说的故事情节,于是开始回忆。 「六月十七日。星期三。小雨」 今天心情不好,不是因为突然下起了小雨心情不好,而是因为从昨天晚上开始,或许更早以前心情就没有好过。我又想起和石头吵架的事情,貌似那些关于文字里乱七八糟的东西总是能引起两个人的争执,而最后的结果就是被他凶的手足无措。还想起昨天中午聊天的时候,好几天没见过,觉得特别的亲切,怎么一转眼到了晚上的时候在信息里两个人开始发脾气,居然最后闹到谁也懒得理谁得份上。似乎有些可悲。昨天换了签名,是石头写给一个人里面的一句话,比幸福更幸福的是,是有人守侯,我只记住了这一句话,因为我喜欢这样的句子,聊天的时候又说起了那句话,于是我说借过来用,当我小说的题目,现在暂时先放在签名里保存着,当时还想着写一篇小说来着,但是经过一阵子争吵之后心情都被破坏的体无完肤,于是没有任何思想还有精力在去写。 晚上12点多的时候阿东突然打电话给我,让我有些吃惊,接了电话问怎么还没睡觉,他说是被我的短信吵醒的,我当时以为是真的,也没多想,随即很认真的和他道歉,说自己不知道短信吵到了他,或许是因为我的态度很好吧,他居然笑出了声,说了实话,说不是短信吵醒的他,是突然接了电话,然后睡不着,看见我10点时候发的信息,这几天又没联系所以问我过的如何。怎么说呢,和阿东说话总是很轻松的样子,因为我们总是能开出一些让人笑的独自疼的玩笑,具体的什么玩笑我不记得了,只是知道房间里的我躺在床上,右手拿着电话,左手拿着报纸,旁边堆放的MP4。耳机还有充电器等,一起陪着我在屋子里肆无忌惮的笑。和他聊起了一些电视剧,比如奋斗,比如我的青春谁做主,等等,我们都各抒己见的说了自己的看法。时间过了许久,或许大家都有些疲惫了,而该说的一些要说的一些都已经说完了,于是我们道了晚安,挂了电话。 之后我躺在床上,又想起和石头刚才的争吵,我觉得和朋友之间不应该是这样,为什么他这样的朋友就是那样子。我想了想,或许人与人之间不一样吧,我们必定认识的时间短,就算我把他当很不错的朋友,但是在他心里或许一直也不曾靠近。终归不能和子青那样的哥们一样,什么事都可以让着我,即使那次和他说了绝交的话,过几天之后他依然打电话道歉。算了,不想了,头有些微疼,安静的躺在床上。 现在外面下着小雨,似乎心情就和那小雨一样密密麻麻的,我知道今天还要上一天班,有些疲惫的感觉,因为时间总是很熬下去,最近发现头不知道为什么忽然疼起来,我想应该是想的太多了吧。不是说安静一段时间的么。怎么又这样了呢。 「六月十八日。星期四。晴转小雨」 我不开心,我很确切的感觉,即使我把音乐的声音调到很大,跟着曲调随意的哼着歌,但是我的心里依旧不开心。很清楚的记得昨天晚上睡觉是凌晨3点整,关了手机安静的躺床上,闭上眼睛一会就进入了梦乡。早晨9点多的时候开始醒来,意识里隐约记得今天不上班,所有又安心的赖在床上。 阿东发信息过来质问我: 你说把你写的小说用邮件发过来,怎么还没有 。那个时候我正坐在客厅里看电视,本你想提及下午的事情,但是又突然很想找个人诉说一下。告诉了阿东我在工作上又失误了,赔了50快钱,心里不爽,老是难受,所以就没有心情去发小说给你。他哼哼了两声,只是说我怎么不小心,我没有更多的精力去想下午的事情,继续安静的坐着。 拿起刚买的一本杂志,花了三天的时间看完,觉得有些无味,我只是想不通那50快钱怎么会无缘无故的就没了,当然这个别人扯不上一点关系,因为是我所在的那个领域丢了票子。我依旧很失落,因为这个月的钱我还有着更多的打算,本来就已经不够零花,现在又出来这档子事。突然之间我想起了曾经谁对我说过的一句话:最伤心的事情无非是失去金钱和亲人。我一直的念着,告诉自己算了吧,但是心里还是难受。 晚上躺床上想事情,不想把这些乱七八糟的事情和别人说,但又无聊的没事干,所以只好拿起了手机又随意的看着小说,思想有些混乱,总是很难控制自己的情绪。觉得自己总是这般的无能。 这几天西安的天气很热,每天晚上躺在床上总是很难入睡,于是我会构思一些情节,还有小说里的故事,哈哈,我笑了出来,笑自己的傻,这几天上班的时候突然注意到一个人,一个男生,是我上班对面学校的一个老师,他经常会到我们这边来交费,起初我并没有注意到他,因为按照我的思想一般是不会刻意去看一个客户的外观,但是那天却突然抬起头来仔细端详他的样子,一米七八的个头,白净的皮肤,乌黑的头发,给人看起来很文气的感觉。于是随便的聊了几句他便走了,昨天又看见了他,一进来就说雨晴了,太阳出来了,突然我有些木呐,因为一时之间我还没反映过来,我看了他一眼,然后又是礼貌上的问好,最后忙完了他就走了,不晓得怎么会突然想到了他,因为我们毕竟只是见过几面不认识的陌生人。所以只是回忆一下当时的情景,而最重要的还是现实的生活。 今天又是上班,其实有些时候我真的很厌倦,尤其是干的时间久了的工作,但是又没办法去改变,因为我自己知道自己的分量,所以心里想着就这样吧,就这样吧,一直的告诉着自己,以后会好起来的,会好起来的。 「六月十九日。星期五。晴转小雨」 昨天晚上是12点睡觉的,心里想着如果可以的话还是要早点休息,因为每次早晨起来的时候都可以看见自己因为熬夜而变的乌黑的眼圈。突然之间心疼了自己,所以决定早早的睡觉。 睡觉之前给石头发了信息,本打算是真的不理他,但是下午他突然打电话过来,当时我在客厅只是听见响声并没有接,所以晚上的时候问他是不是打过来和我说绝交的事情,他还是说我小气,说我任性,当然我们吵架也是因为一些鸡毛蒜皮的小事,该怎么说呢,现在已经好了,因为我强制要求了他对我道歉,所以我勉强接受了,以后我们还是好朋友。 最近工作有些不顺心,因为总是达不到上面的标准,有时候同事还被上面的经理说,回来之后告诉我说应该认真工作,别老是不操心,其实我发誓我真的是很认真努力的工作,现在每天的时间我也不去在网上搞那些乱七八糟的东西,一些管理性的我也已经辞退,只是安静的上班,实在无聊的时候就上网翻开网页来看,但只要有客户一来我是利马打起了精神问好。所以我保证对于工作我一定在操心的,但是只是有些事情不能是我所左右的,比如电脑上放的一些东西,任我时时刻刻的盯着,可还是依旧没有效果。所以我也无奈。 一转眼又是七月了,想想日子过的真快,对面学校的学生也快放假了,暑假的时候我们应该不是很忙,但是依旧有固定的产量需要完成,想想就觉得有些累。 今天天气很舒服,早晨起来的时候还下着大雨,不过现在已经停了,外面刮着冰冷的风,吹到人身体上很凉爽。随即心情也平静很多,不像前几日的躁动不安了。刚才出去办事,结果排了半个多小时的队,每次去银行都是那么麻烦,不过算了吧,这也算是工作中的一种了。 明天就是周六了,周末的时候约朋友出去买东西,心里想着只要是自己所喜欢的,那么一定就要有所追求,好吧,周末的时候希望满载而归了。 「六月二十日。星期六。晴」 明天就是周日,提前约了一个朋友出去买东西,所以今天还是上班一天。已经两天过去了,都没写一篇小说,似乎有些懒惰了,其实也不是,只是工作上更加的忙了,所以每天神经都处于随时等待的状态下,认真工作才是唯一要做的。 最近的情绪没什么大幅度的变化,前几日的不快乐也被昨天的一阵大雨冲刷掉了,似乎今天明媚的阳光使人心情更加的愉快,回家的路上偶尔哼一首自己也记不完的小歌觉得很是惬意。 晚上睡觉的时候依旧会看书,上网,还有听歌,习惯性的和几个朋友发发信息聊聊一天的生活,觉得有人听你唠叨那是一件幸福的事情。昨天又拿起了笔在纸上乱写了一句东西,但是也只是写了三句突然就没了兴趣,觉得自己很久都没有写诗,一直持续着小说和散文的道子,但是似乎灵感总是没有,所以写了几句觉得头有些疼,停下了笔放在那里。 其实我还做一个梦,我发现我真的做一个梦,我做着一个文学的梦,我想着让自己的小说还有散文写的能和其他名人一样有影响力,但实际我也只是白日做梦,我连报纸上的文章都没有发表过,更何况其他的呢,想想自己的思维真觉得可笑,能写几个字就觉得如果努力就一定可以成功,哪里有那么简单的事情呢。有些事情不是除了努力就可以完成的,它还需要其他的因素。 最近两天睡的都比较早,一般在12点以后就差不多关机准备睡觉,不像前几天每天到凌晨3点的时候才睡,我依旧偶尔想起一个人,不过也只是想想,因为自己知道一些事情是没有可以说清楚的,所以想想,也只是想想。 「六月二十二日。星期一。晴」 刚才早上来上班的时候穿了妈的一双凉鞋,因为昨天的脚被磨破的走不了路,而其余的鞋子又都是比较紧的那种所以只好穿了妈的鞋子,走路有些不稳,因为脚到现在还很疼,记得昨天晚上睡觉的时候,不小心碰上被子都疼的喊了出来,不能说我是个娇气的人,只能说脚真的很疼。 昨天没上班,约了朋友一起出去配东西,摁。在这先谢谢他,如果不是他我连去的路或许都不认识,如果不是他陪我,我连一些最基本的东西也不懂,如果不是他我到现在都不知道该坐那路车回家。所以很谢谢他。 晚上在家看电视的时候,吃完饭妈去洗碗,爸背着妈给我了这几天的零花钱,当时坐在沙发上的我眼泪刷刷的掉,直到现在我想起来还是止不住的难受,昨天是父亲节,有个弟弟发了很多信息提醒我说要送爸爸礼物,但是我真的穷的没有更多的钱去买东西,所以就一直搁浅着,心里想着以后有钱的话给爸买很多东西,但是昨天却因为买了一些东西把钱花完了,而最后还要爸给我钱。印象中很久都没要过他的钱,所以我心里难受,很不好受,在加上母亲又是一直在耳边唠叨着,让我觉得更加的愧疚。我不知道妈为什么总是这么爱说我,我知道我很多事情做的都不能让她满意,所以她每天都是一味的指责我,尽管我其实已经很累,但是又不能不忍受,因为她是我妈。 今天有些精神不好,不是因为昨天晚上睡觉晚的原因,具体为什么我也不能清晰的说出来,只是觉得很累很累。胳膊有些疼,是因为昨天晚上睡觉的时候开了窗户,结果现在导致都有些抬不起来了。这个只能怪自己。刚才看了一些东西,心里很有感触,想着写一些东西出来,但是似乎没有那个精力了,所以暂时休息一阵子,应该高兴一些不是么?所以应该快乐。 「六月二十三日。星期二。晴」 今天是阴天,看起来不错,因为没有前几日的太阳晒的人们焦头烂额,昨天中午两点多下的班,同事说我可以回家休息半天,到今天的时候就要上班一天,于是我就开始回家,冲了个澡,洗了刚换下的衣服,觉得舒服很多,家里比较闷,但是相对来说比外面凉快一些,3点多的时候说准备睡觉,但是客厅里说话的声音根本无法入睡,于是和他们又聊了一会,到快4点的时候实在支撑不住,回到房间随即倒下便睡着了。醒来的时候已经是七点多了,想想自己睡的时间挺长,打开电视看了一会,觉得没有意思便又回自己卧室。想着写一些东西出来,但是打开家里的电脑怎么发现自己突然脑袋一片空白,不知道具体要写什么,想起了社团的一些事情,心里想着写一些社庆的文字,但是实在没有任何动力去写,于是又关了电脑回到客厅。 晚上一家人都在看电视,其实那电视不怎么好看,但是我又不想回房间里去看书或者写东西,所以只好坐在沙发上陪父母看着,手机从中午一直关着,到10点多睡觉的时候才开机,看到了几个朋友的信息,本想着回过去聊几句,但是心情总是很压抑,所以觉得应该是一个人静静才好。 昨天晚上梦见小程了,我想真的是很久没有和他说过话,而且一个信息都没有发过,尽管有些失落,但是想起梦中的画面还是很温暖,不仅梦到了小程,还梦到了其余的几个同学,我们笑着聊天,然后开运动会,很开心,但是醒来之后却什么都没有,他们依旧离我千里之外。我想着什么时候能在见他们一面,什么时候我们班上的同学能在团聚一次。 刚才和毅聊天,我们很久都没有聊过,记得过年那会他还经常打电话过来开导我,毅说我懂事了,也长大了,不在是以前那个任性的丫头,我笑着质问他,难道以前我在你眼里就是一个不懂事的丫头?毅没有具体说什么,只是说这次和我聊天他觉得和以前感觉不一样了,因为我真的成熟很多了,听完之后我笑了,其实我觉得我是真的长大了,想起过年那阵子有一次毅打电话过来安慰我,我哭的洗礼哗啦的样子,真是可笑。不过朋友之间能时常惦记着,的确是一件幸福的事情。 「六月二十四日。星期三。晴」 早上6点50的时候醒来一次,接着又倒了下去,第2次起来的时候已经是八点,心里上着肯定跟不上吃早饭了,于是随便的洗刷两下便去上班了,路上总觉得有些迷糊,走起路来都有些失去重心,心里想着昨天晚上睡觉并不晚怎么今天还这么没精神。昨天忍不住加了社团的群,回去之后只是一片感动,接着姐也加了进去,我只是觉得很温暖,又见到了末,上官,若兰,石头还有风姐那几个人,晚上下班回家,只是想把自己的思想表达出来,于是打开电脑,咴咴洒洒的写下一堆的话。 最近生活不怎么好,似乎有些穷,我觉得中午连买饭的钱都没有了,看来真是有些郁闷,妈也不问我怎么样,我知道她一直对我不满,所以吃不吃都无所谓,于是我想着当减肥吧,不吃一顿又饿不死。天气有些闷热,坐在上班的地方总是有些心神不宁的感觉,虽然中午的时候可以开会空调凉快一下,但是我更喜欢的是能回家好好睡个觉。 现在的眼睛还在打架,总是想趴着休息一会,但我知道不可以,因为正在上班,所以要提起十二分的精神来。好吧,能撑一会是一会吧。等实在撑不住的时候在说吧。 「六月二十六日。星期五。晴」 今天又是星期五,明天就周末了,似乎这个礼拜过的挺快。不过最近有些累了,每天长时间的上班在加上休息不好,眼睛都肿了一大圈。偶尔早上起床的时候居然还赖床,不想动弹,不过还是朦朦胧胧的从被窝里爬起来。只是走在路上摇摇晃晃的样子。 昨天下班后没有直接回家,而是和同事去了一个地方,本是说好去我们这边的一个免费景点的,但是因为路途有些遥远,所以半路就打道回府了,不过去时经过的那条路上的风景真美,而且最另我开心的是那条路的一边居然有一条小河,虽然说河里的水不够干净,可是清晰的看见鱼儿的身影游来游去。 我说我从来没有见过小河还有大海,因为我在的这个地方属于干旱地区,很少有树林还有水池类的东西,如果想要看的话也只能去公园。不过昨天却第一次见到河,那种难以言表的心情很激动。路上,随处可见的人们络绎缤纷的前往,随意的浏览着眼前的风光,路旁的野花开的很漂亮,忍不住摘了一朵,随即带在头上,突然想起了原来我也可以这样美丽。同事拿了数码相机不停的拍着,只是天色有些灰暗了,所以出来的效果不是很好。 其实我喜欢这样的感觉,漫步在树林小河边,觉得那是一种享受。如果可以的话我想着每天下班后都来坐一会,然后在回家,只是我一个人有些孤单,同事又不可能每天都和我去。不过总算知道有那么一个地方,以后如果有人愿意陪我去的话,那么我一定亲自带他去。今天心情很好,也很舒服,或许心里真的宽敞很多吧。 「六月二十七日。星期六。晴」 最近西安的天气的确有些闷热,昨天看了一下电视,上面说最高温度是38.5度,而地面温度是52度,当时就晕了,西安怎么这么热,难怪中午和晚上的时候总是睡不塌实。一直以来都不是很喜欢夏天,因为不喜欢炎热的感觉,比较喜欢冬天和春天,可以穿着厚厚的衣服。 昨天晚上睡觉比较晚,因为房间里闷热的缘故。看完电视就回屋子躺着,最近也不知道怎么了,书都看不去几本,而且上网的时候心里想着说是写小说的,但是却半天没有思绪,而最后只好作罢。不过时间多了可以好好看看新闻,尤其娱乐界的东西,自己怎么也八卦起来了,或许真的是因为无聊吧。 石头说他最近或许要在群里消失一阵子,具体原因就不说了,然后我没他信息,让他慢慢消失去吧,什么破人,不过前天11点多的时候,他突然打电话过来聊天,我的确有些吃惊,因为貌似很久都没有通过电话了,当然另一个原因就是我身上最近没钱了,所以很少给朋友们电话,不过聊了几句也就挂了,因为有些时候我都不知道该说什么话题好。文字有些时候也会厌倦。 子青搬家了,说着是住什么姐姐加,那只是为了避嫌而已。不过我没说他太多,必定每个人都有自己的生活方式。最近他要考试,在工作之余也没有看太多的书,所以他一直担心着,我不知道怎么安慰他,只好鼓励着。不过看起来他依旧乐观,我想或许是因为他现在的生活环境好了很多,而且每天有一堆朋友陪着,所以过的比我好,不过我应该高兴,因为他开心的话,那么做为朋友我也会很开心。 阿东说,昨天晚上11点半的时候打我手机,结果是关机的状态,于是他开始睡觉,我想了想,昨天晚上我是凌晨快两点的时候才睡觉,而11点半那会,刚好要换电池所以关机五分钟,之后又重新开机,说完之后我们笑了,有些时候就是那样错过的。清楚的记得有一个多星期没有和他说过话了,而且短信也没发一个,不过依旧把他放在心里,当做很好的哥们,是那种可以倾听我很多唠叨的家伙。 最后再说下花,一个很沉闷的男子,一个对我很好的家伙,有些时候总是让我觉得自己很残忍,很过意不去的朋友,但是觉得一个朋友对自己很好只是觉得很幸福。其实我的朋友都对我很好,这点让我很感动,所以我总是记得很多人,尤其对我好的那些人。 今天是星期六,不过中午的时候还是来上班,其实想着在家可以睡觉,不过和同事说好了一人半天班,所以就来了。昨天天气预报说今天会有雷阵雨,不过看样子似乎又没有,所以干燥的天气还一直维持着,即使屋子里开着空调,我依旧感觉不到凉爽。算了,夏天就是这个样子,所以应该学会适应。 「六月二十九日。星期一。晴」 今天是星期一,一周新的一天又开始了,依旧是简单的日子,上班,听歌,看书,睡觉,吃饭等等,似乎看起来很惬意,不过的确不错,因为没有很多烦琐的事情了。昨天这边的学校都开始放假,我们的工作量明显没有以前那么重了,所以可以轻松一阵子。不过夏天总是闷热的,即使你安静的过着有些时候也会感觉到很压抑。 早上上班的时候零散见了几还没回家的学生在路上晃荡,突然想起了四年前的自己,当时和一个男生还有几个女生一样,暑假放假的时候还在学校逗留了几天,然后依依不舍的分离,那些记忆清晰的记在脑海,每次想起来的时候嘴角都浮出一丝淡淡的微笑。 有人说我最近安静很多,突然之间我也觉得是,因为在心中我似乎已经放下了一切,尤其是网络里曾经让人难以割舍的东西,只是觉得淡然还有从容很多。挺喜欢现在的自己,不像以前总是在网络的世界里追求着各种的名望或者什么,而今就是自娱自乐,独自且活,不知道这样的日子能持续多久,只是觉得如果一直继续下去的话也不错,虽然偶尔会感觉到孤单或者什么,但的确安静很多。 最近想写小说,但是总没情节,所以每天就是看一堆的新闻来娱乐,昨天和末又说起了社团,我只是有些难受,因为看着大家这么累我心里依旧很愧疚,于是下班的路上发信息给风姐说,只要大家不辛苦,那么社团无论是合并还是叫别人的名字都无所谓了,我要的只是你们快乐,她没有回我信息,不过我感觉轻松很多,因为剩下的时间里我不会在为那些虚幻的东西去浪费很多精力。 「六月三十日。星期二。晴」 今天是六月的最后一天,一晃眼大半年又过去了,只是依旧这样平凡的生活着,似乎有些枯燥无味,但生活似乎就是这样。最近一直梦见小鱼儿,不知道为什么,或许是突然很想了而已。昨天晚上手机关机的很早,大概11点半的时候就关机了,不想上网,也不想聊天,所以还不如早早的睡觉,躺在床上安静很多,带上耳机听着喜欢的歌,只觉得内心平静很多,想了一些事情,试着想象以后的日子,不过终究还是有些空想,所以干脆闭上眼睛,任思绪自由的蔓延开来。 昨天中午两点多下班,回家后吃饭,然后睡觉,到下午7点多的时候才醒来,无聊的看着电视,似乎有些寂寞,但也是一种享受。很多时候不愿意去想很多事情,也不愿意去关注很多,只觉得一个人挺好。但有些时候思绪也不受控制,算了吧,淡然一些,从容一些不是很好。 (六月的雨) 【责任编辑:蝶恋花】 赞 (散文编辑:江南风) 我家微信时代的年三十 前年,公公过生日时曾准备给他买个智能手机,主要目的是想教他们玩玩微信,也好让他们… 国版《解忧杂货店》观后感 每个人都是靠着自己的努力,才走向了更好的人生。 咨询信的答案,只是在鼓励一颗已有… 一个基督徒的情感日记(2018年1月14号) 2018年1月14号: 今天,吴江的气温比较温暖,不似前几天那般寒冷。昨天与今天,吴江的… 做个不停止成长的人 莉莉老师上瑜伽课时带着浓重的鼻音不停咳嗽着。可能不舒服,她今天示范动作少了很多,… 一个基督徒的情感日记(2018年1月13号) 2018年1月13号: 昨天,姐姐和外甥小大卫并没有过来我和母亲暂住的金家坝东湾村这里,… 一个基督徒的情感日记(2018年1月12号) 2018年1月12号: 前天的时候,我说:“母亲明天去昆山。”然而昨天,母亲并没有去昆山…

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For a long time

When I opened the phone, it was a blessing from a number that I hadn’t seen for a long time but was still familiar with. Once upon a time, we were so strange that we were about to forget. We only thought of giving each other a simple greeting occasionally. Forgive me for leaving at the beginning, not because of unrequited love, but because I am not confident enough to bear your expectation. You like the heroic boy on the playground. You want me to turn on the phone for you 24 hours. You expect to have a fairytale love. Unfortunately, I can’t gallop in the playground and become the focus of the crowd, I can’t bear your frequent crying on the phone at midnight. Sorry, I can’t give you a dreamy romance, so I chose to leave before love came. A little heartache, a little reluctant, but I have no choice, can’t do him in your heart, I can only choose to quit your life. Neither of us liked each other. We were just a strong ambiguity. I like to say goodbye before. I am a passer-by in your life. Fortunately, I didn’t use hurt to make you remember me deeply. We stood on the other side and looked at each other, turned around, left, and gradually moved away. Now I still silently pay attention to your renewed mood from time to time, understand your happiness, your sadness, your joy and your distress. With a faint smile, I sincerely bless you from the bottom of my heart, and the former passion turns into a plain greeting: Long time no see, are you okay? 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…

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Bells

Jingle is one of my netizens. When I knew the jingle of bells, I just learned to chat on the internet. At that time, I was in an extremely confused situation because of some emergencies in my life. Later, I got rid of my inner confusion from the writing of childhood memory, which made me return to a happy and peaceful state of mind. In the process of my writing “childhood memory”, the jingle of bells appeared, and the appearance of the jingle of bells was very magical for my writing, the jingle of the Bell unexpectedly inspired me and led me to write a better chapter! Really, if she hadn’t talked with me that day, I would have written some incomplete and poorly connected chapters, but the day she talked with her, what I write will be some beautiful and brisk chapters. Jingle likes the articles I wrote. She has read almost all the articles I wrote, and she also told me her reading comments after reading them, if you think it is well written, praise it. If you think it is not good, give me some better suggestions for modification. In the impression of jingling bells, I am a proud Prince, at least in my childhood, I would be like this in her impression. She always said that looking at my articles was like running through the mountains and fields of my hometown with me. I think the effect of my childhood memory is just to let people go back to the past and happy time. If there are other effects, then, for the busy physically and mentally exhausted people, they should have a relatively relaxed feeling in their hearts when reading my childhood memories. In the chat with jingle, I learned that she was a teacher of the people, and she should be several years younger than me. I think the reason why jingle bell can inspire me to write has something to do with her being many years younger than me, because I was troubled at that time, need a kind of light thing to dilute the inner sense of heaviness. Of course, what was more important was that the beauty of her heart touched me and made me write those beautiful and brisk chapters. Jingle Bell is the kind of girl who has very simple thoughts and good tension at the same time. She will play coquetry with you, and at the same time she will remind you to find your position and direction at any time. In my imagination, she likes to wear clothes of plain color, and her clothes show an elegant beauty in monotony. When we are chatting, we always guess each other’s favorite things, including favorite costumes, books and historical figures. Strangely, what we guess most of the time is actually accurate. The chat between jingle and me seldom involves the topic of love, and at most I will wish their whole family happiness, or when her husband is waiting for her in bed and she still wants to talk to me, I will urge her to go quickly. Or she would urge me to find a girlfriend to get married. Our hearts should really think of each other, but this worry has nothing to do with love, which is closer to family affection at the beginning. Yes, at the beginning, I regarded her as one of my younger sisters, and she also thought that I am one of her elder brothers. Now, I seldom talk with her, just like there is nothing between brother and sister who can’t talk. We only talk when something happens in our life, for example, she told me that her mother-in-law had passed away, and she was very sad. She also said that the principal of their school had been replaced, and now the principal is not good, which is the very specific explanation. The same is true for me. I just told her about my current living condition and I haven’t caught a cold recently. The bells rang. I don’t even know what she looks like, one of my younger sisters who is not related by blood. However, we have formed a very natural kinship on the spiritual level, then, we should be brothers and sisters with blood thicker than water in spiritual level. My sister, she is my pride, my concern and my happy fruit. She reminds me of her when I am tired. My exhaustion needs her comfort, when I am happy, I will think of her. My happiness needs her sharing. For me, the jingle of the Bell is just like a gust of breeze. She gently blows the wind chimes of my life, making my heart continuously make a pleasant sound. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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Reconstruction

[Introduction] for a sudden disaster, the damage to the young mind is huge and has a profound impact on a person’s future growth, this is the significance of post-disaster psychological treatment from the perspective of art! In my memory, apart from the open-air movies “flashing red star”, “Tunnel War” and “Honghu water waves” I watched in my childhood, I still have some impressions, I haven’t even remembered the title of many love movies I have seen in those years of love. Later, every family had a TV set, so I hadn’t seen a movie for at least twenty years. A few days ago, when many colleagues said “Tangshan earthquake” was really worth watching, I was still a little dubious. On Sunday, April 10th, 2011, I downloaded Tangshan earthquake from the Internet and watched it for the first time. Tonight, I watched it for the second time. I think Feng Xiaogang is really amazing, can a passed 35 years of disaster on screen, can national people and even the world people of lost their lives in the earthquake 240,000 Tangshan compatriots once period of deep mourning opportunities. Every time I read it, from beginning to end, I don’t remember how many tears I shed. In my life, I decided to write down a paragraph of text for a movie for the first time starting at 23:48 tonight (please forgive me for repeating the relevant scenes in the following words, because now in my mind, there is no need for film, and the scenes on the closed screen are being staged again): The time is July 27th, 1976, when the film begins, dragonflies flying all over the sky appear in Tangshan people’s sight as a kind of anomaly, and also appear in front of the audience with a kind of magical pen (I have never seen this phenomenon before. Whether it is real or imaginary, it can achieve an extraordinary and special visual effect). This unusual phenomenon is a sign, indicating the coming of a big earthquake. Then, the picture was cut to the scene of workers off work on both sides of the railway. Fang Daqiang was driving a big truck, and a pair of children, Fang Deng (female) and Fang Da (male), were sitting in the cab, looking at the Dragonfly flying out of the window in surprise; Female number one yuan ni (Fang Daqiang’s wife) rode a bicycle and went home after work. Fang Da’s ice stick was snatched away by his partner. Fang Deng pushed the other side to the ground, then ran home with Fang Da with an electric fan in his hand. Indoors, Fang Da ate tomatoes, and Fang Deng also wanted them, but there was none. Yuan ni promised to buy them tomorrow (this detail reappeared when Fang Deng came home 32 years later, five big tomatoes have been washed and put in the washbasin). At night, Fang dengfangda fell asleep. The workers on the construction site were still working overtime. Fang Daqiang was busy in the car and yuan NI was accompanying. Then they went into the carriage with tarpaulin and rolled together regardless of the hot weather, releasing the passion of male and female love. Yuan NI said a very classic sentence at that time. On such a hot day, I am afraid that only we are doing this in Tangshan! However extreme joy begets sorrow. Red light suddenly appeared on the horizon in the distance, the house was leaning, the Earth was trembling, and the caravan was shaking. The two got off the car and shouted out in horror that it was an earthquake! With three words, she pulled yuan NI to run towards her home. Fang Deng, who was asleep in the camera, was startled up by the sudden disaster and instinctively pulled Fang Da to run to the window and shouted to his mother loudly. Cries, shouts, screams, the scene is extremely dangerous, the flesh and blood are close at hand and cannot be saved. Tall buildings collapsed one after another, but Fang Daqiang himself was buried in the ruins in order to push Yuanni. (This was unforgettable in yuan NI’s heart all her life. When her son Fang Da asked her why she didn’t find another one, she said, who would treat her well with his life? In this life, I will be his wife. Among them, there is love between husband and wife, and also the excellent quality of Chinese women who bear hardships and stand hard work, come to an end from one place, and show gratitude!) Post-disaster rescue scene: someone found fangdeng and Fangda in the ruins. A concrete board pressed two children, while prying one end and the other end would be pressured. In the cry of yuan NI’s rescue, the rescuer lost patience, and the cry of finding the living came from the distance. Under this kind of desperation, What yuan ni thought of was to leave a blood vessel for Fang’s family, so she sent out a painful voice to save her younger brother. Fang Deng, the daughter who was pressed under the cement board, immediately cried Mother with tears streaming down her face. Fang Da was saved, but Yuan ni held her breath-free daughter Fang Deng and grabbed the ground. A mother’s heart broke after saying the words to save her brother. It had been broken for 32 years! People persuaded yuan NI to go to Tangshan Airport with Fang Da on her back to find the rescue troops of PLA. In the heavy rain, Fang Deng, who was identified as dead, and his father Fang Daqiang lay side by side in the pile of dead people. At this time, a miracle appeared, and Fang Deng came back from the dead. He got up from the dead and walked forward step by step. In the office where earthquake orphans were taken in, Lao Wang of the 28th army of PLA and Dong Guilan, the wife of a doctor, took a fancy to Fang Deng and went through the adoption procedures. After the disaster relief mission was completed, she took Ya Ya (fangdeng) back to the barracks. Meanwhile, the mother and sister of Daqiang who came from their hometown in Jinan were looking for Yuanni. When the old man who lost his son and granddaughter in the earthquake saw Fang Da, his grandson without his right hand, he couldn’t help crying loudly. The purpose of the old man was very clear. He wanted to bring his grandson Fang Da back to Jinan and kindly persuaded yuan NI to remarry. Mother and son were connected, let alone the family changed from four to two in an instant. If yuan ni lost her son again, she would lose the courage to live! However, in order to comply with the old man’s wishes, Yuan NI had to agree with tears. The shuttle bus arrived and the separation was just around the corner. Yuan ni felt like a knife, while Fang Da was reluctant to part with her. When the car started, Yuanni turned the horse into a dementia in the camera, Authentic sport! On the bus, the elder sister of Daqiang said to the old man that we took Fang Da away, which meant that yuan NI was killed! Therefore, the car stopped, and Fang Da ran towards Yuanni with a burden. Yuanni also ran towards Fangda crazily. Mother and son hug each other and cry bitterly! If the earthquake that night made me cry for the first time, then this is the second time! The adopted Ya Ya (Fang Deng) suddenly fell into the heaven. Lao Wang and Lao Dong loved her very much. But Ya Ya, who suffered from mental trauma, just nodded or shook her head every day and never said a word. She didn’t say my name was Wang Deng loudly until the teacher called her Wang fan when she was in primary school! Then, in movies the 1976 nian 9 yue 9 ri 00:10 Chairman Mao died, National People period of deep mourning lens; Fonda do not like reading, going to college entrance examination into examination room, finally and partners go to Hangzhou with my work, riding a rickshaw in the West Lake scenic spot; Yuan ni opened an individual clothing store after being laid off. Among them, the old cow who was engaged in repairing pursued Yuanni intentionally, but Yuanni didn’t agree; Wang Deng also grew up and often had nightmares at night. When she applied for the college entrance examination, she wanted to study medicine, but her foster mother Dong Guilan didn’t agree. She thought Wang Deng was not her own and should stay with her. Once she let go, just like the kite is broken, it can’t be collected any more. However, his foster father, Lao Wang, supported Heshun from Wang Deng everywhere, and even once said that he would go to Tangshan for a business trip, hoping that his daughter could go with him to find relatives. As a result, Wang Deng was admitted to Hangzhou Medical College, and his foster mother Dong Guilan died of illness soon. Fang Deng fell in love with Yang Zhi, a graduate student in the same college, and was pregnant. When Yang Zhi asked Wang Deng to give up the child, Wang Deng firmly disagreed, because in her heart, her mother once gave up her in the earthquake, and she, I will never give up my little life! Therefore, she resolutely chose to drop out of school and grew up her daughter as a tutor! At the same time, Fang Da was also developed in Hangzhou, with a car House, his own travel company and his girlfriend Xiaohe. When Fangda returned home with her girlfriend, she wanted to take her mother Yuanni to live in Hangzhou, but the old man refused to say anything; Fangda had to retreat to the second place and wanted to buy a house for the old man in Tangshan, the old man also refused. Her reason was: she wanted to keep her husband and daughter’s soul of Fang Deng. If she moved again, they would not find the way home! When 97 years Spring Festival comes, missing N years of Wang Deng with daughter Little to visit Grandpa Lao Wang. And Fangda and Xiaohe’s son Dian were born at the same time! In order to persuade his wife Xiaohe to leave his son to accompany the old man for the Spring Festival, Fonda and Xiaohe almost started a war, but Fonda did not give in because his mother yuan ni gave birth to him three times: one was born, one was sick when I was a child, the other was an earthquake; Wang Deng got married again! My husband is a lawyer in Canada, 16 years older than her. At 14:28:04 on May 12, 2008, when Wang Deng, who was in Canada, learned the news of Wenchuan earthquake, he immediately returned to China to join the rescue team; And Fang Da also led the team to join the Tangshan rescue team. Trouble should end, heart disease also medicine for the heart! Feng Xiaogang’s brilliance lies in putting two earthquakes 32 years apart in Chinese history in the same space and time, letting the heroine Wang Deng experience the grief and helplessness of his relatives who are going to die after the earthquake. When a mother took the initiative to ask the doctor to amputation her daughter for the sake that the soldiers of the people were less hurt, the pain and helplessness deeply shocked Wang Deng. She immediately realized that in those years, her mother was not cruel and didn’t save her, but she didn’t have a perfect solution and had to sacrifice one! At the same time, her younger brother Fang Da was also telling the colleagues who participated in the rescue about the past when her mother gave up her sister to save her, which made her understand her mother at once in a specific environment, and I have a deep self-blame! (Of course, the setting of this group of scenes is artificial arrangement, but in real life, is there any coincidence that as a kind of film art, this grafting is the default of the audience). At this time, Wang Deng woke up: for 32 years, she wrongly blamed her mother! I shouldn’t compete with my younger brother for a chance to survive! As a sister, how proud it is to live a good life with another brother! Back home, the old lady was making dumplings, and her hands in the camera kept trembling. My daughter-in-law Xiaohe worried that the old man couldn’t stand the sudden good news. But the old lady said that she had experienced all the joys and sorrows in this life. It’s all right! When Wang Deng saw the photos of his father and himself hanging on the wall and the tomatoes he hadn’t eaten on the night of the earthquake 32 years ago in the washbasin, how shocked he was. It turned out that, my mother has never given up herself, not for a day! When the old lady decided to kneel down to apologize to her daughter because of the words she said to save her brother, I believe that none of the audience on the Earth would not cry! (This kind of effect is that art comes from life but is higher than life, and it is the god’s pen to fully explore the truth, goodness and beauty in human nature!) At last, in the cemetery, Fang Da took out a schoolbag and a large bag of textbooks from primary school to high school from Fang Deng’s tomb, and said that the old bought two copies every semester, one for my sister and one for myself! When fangdeng asked the old man how did he come over these 32 years? How many 30 years does a woman have in her life? Why didn’t I find another wife? The last dialogue of the old man was that I thought I had a good life by myself. If I had a beautiful life, I would be even more sorry for you! So far, the beauty of human nature and the pain of confession have risen to the extreme! Finally, to sum up, personally, I think the success of this film is mainly manifested in: first, the dragonfly background at the beginning, the state of making the creatures in the world at a loss when the disaster comes forms a sharp contrast with the normal life of the busy people; The second is the exquisite acting skills of Xu Fan, the actress of the first hostess A. D. Ni, she can truly portray the heroine in the script from tangible to divine, with both shape and spirit. Her every movement, facial expression and body language are just right and very successful; thirdly, the design of character dialogues is very good, especially the design of yuan NI’s dialogues is short and incisive, with a sentence of ten thousand sentences! Fourth, the handling of details is helpful to reveal the light of human nature. For example, when Yuan NI and Fang Da were burning power coins, they repeatedly told the dead Daqiang and Fang Deng that they should know the way home; The conversation that Fang mother came to Tangshan to pick up her grandson; lao Wang wore underpants to the foster girl’s room at night to recruit his wife Dong Guilan to be jealous and find fault; Lao Wang said that he would go to Tangshan on a business trip and asked Wang Deng whether he would go to look for relatives or not; Wang Deng and his foster mother finally left; lao Wang slapped his boyfriend Yang Zhi when he learned that the adopted daughter was missing on the basketball court but didn’t look for him; Yuan ni spared no effort to spend 5,000 yuan to install a phone in order to reduce the contact with the old cow; old Niu laiyuanni’s confession to Yuanni after repairing the phone in the house; The quarrel between Fang Da and Xiaohe in the room with the old lady behind their back to leave their son to accompany the old man for the Spring Festival; fang Da immediately called home to the old lady after encountering a small earthquake in Hangzhou; Scene of amputation in Yingxiu Earthquake Relief; Scene of Fang Deng crying with the old lady at home and in the cemetery v, the film interweaves the two clues of yuan NI’s regret and Wang Deng’s hatred to develop the story plot, among which Wang Deng’s twist is manifested in insisting on reporting to Medical College, she insisted on not going back to Tangshan to see her mother (because she knew clearly that she was still alive), she said that she didn’t forget the past but not forget it, and she would rather drop out of school than have abortion after pregnancy, I don’t go home for many years because I have a illegitimate daughter and can’t face my foster father. If I regret too much, I will know what it means to be gone. If I live a beautiful life, I will be more sorry for you. I will insist on not leaving Tangshan, moving or looking for my wife, it is a sudden disaster to insist on putting incense on the portrait of husband and daughter every day, fulfilling the promise that her daughter didn’t eat tomatoes at night 32 years ago, and buying two textbooks every year, facing the hurt of young hearts is huge, which has a profound impact on one’s future growth. This is the great significance of post-disaster psychological treatment from the perspective of art! However, in the process of growing up, everyone can’t feel the selflessness and greatness of father’s love or mother’s love at first. Only when she herself is a wife and a mother can she have a personal experience, therefore, to some extent, the last generation is always sincere to the next generation. The everlasting truth is that who speaks of the tenacity of the grass, wins the three Chunhui, and kills the body is difficult to report the kindness of parents. To be a child, one should understand the painstaking efforts of his parents. No parents in the world do not love their own flesh and blood. However, due to the pressure of the environment, sometimes they have to endure separation. The pain in my heart is forever! The ruins of the building collapsed and could be rebuilt in three or five years! Once the ruins of the soul are formed, it will take ten years, twenty years, thirty years or even a lifetime to rebuild! Thank you, director Feng. In my mind, he is a great designer and architect of human soul! It is suggested that people who haven’t watched Tangshan earthquake at present must take time to have a look. 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