Chapter 2 Preface: East Wind Blows War Drums

"A pot of wandering wandering around the world is hard to get into the throat. After you leave, the wine warms the memories and misses you thin." These days, I have been humming this Jay Chou's "Dongfeng Po" regardless of the occasion. Because of the dry weather, the corner of my mouth is also broken Kouzi, as long as he smiles, he looks like a vampire. The blood around his mouth is whistling, and he seems to be uneducated. Therefore, at the turn of the seasons, I seldom show favor to others, but I always feel like a fool in my heart Like a flower filled with joy. In the afternoon, the freshly washed clothes were dripping with unwrung water in the sun, and the rhythm made people sleepy.I remember that I used to put a book under my buttocks and lean against the corner to watch the water drop by drop into the basin, staring blankly, crying or laughing.I was too young at that time, and I often rubbed my back like this without realizing it, and spent a lot of time looking forward to a love with an uncertain future. The sudden love knocked me down on the spot, and then married the chicken and flew away with the chicken... When we were young, we thought that we could start another life at any time, go to another city, with another mood.We thought we could fly, even though we didn't know where we were headed.We are migrating long distances, tearing off the past like shedding a skin, but we didn't realize it, we just changed to another shell, maybe bigger, maybe more prosperous.

Walking on the street, I can see a lot of love stories being staged. The faces of young people can no longer find the reservedness we used to have. I even saw a few girls with red hair standing among several boys with cigarettes in their mouths. When the smoke was extinguished, they hugged and kissed each other generously, as if no one was there.I think this must not be love, but I can't tell what it is.Or the generation gap, which always makes my eyes blurred today, or our hearts are extremely barren, or our lives are overgrown with weeds, so we started to save ourselves, and the first thing we thought of was - love .Love is sometimes more like a drug, it can rescue us from numbness, and it can also drag us into the swamp.There is no reason to fall in love with someone. You will experience many such encounters in your life. For love, sometimes what you need is not to grasp, but to let go.

When everything yearns to be still, I find myself getting old.We bid farewell to the youthful past of love one after another, and lost contact with him or her.I no longer lean against the corner to figure out the unknown, but at the moment of writing, it seems that the corner of the wall is intertwined with the corner for a moment. Youth is over, and our hearts are warm and sad. Life is quite trivial, and the old people have been telling us to know how to live, but when they said it, I watched DVD with my legs crossed and an apple in my mouth, and I ignored the key words.When I finally matured enough to face life by myself, I was dumbfounded and realized that what my parents said hit the nail on the head and revealed the essence of things, but I had to fight on my own with kindness and kindness. You have to learn from the beginning, and you have to bow your head and admit it when you suffer a loss outside.

I watched the changes in the people around me, those who switched jobs, those who worked alone, those who had sex with others on video, those who got divorced and married, those who were not married and had children, those who went abroad to marry foreigners, those who bought a house and then bought a house, and those who were looking for the middle class Those who recognize godmothers, those who become IT elites at a young age, those who resell VAT invoices... Of course, there are many, many more, they constitute the content of life, and they are youthful and haggard in the short course of life, walking toward aging Go, no one cares whether you like it or not.

I often stand in a trance when I stand on the side of the road waiting for the bus. I don't know what will happen in the next moment, because there are too many desires in my heart, and we can't resist too many temptations.People who earn a lot of money start to cherish their lives, take all kinds of health medicines, and burn incense and worship Buddha all day long. People with little money, as long as they hear that there is a price increase in their ears, they will put down their jobs and queue up to buy even if it is a few cents.How long is a person's lifetime?Most of the time we are busy with life, and we don't have the mind to feel anything else.

I am happy in my ordinary life, because my family is happy and my parents are healthy. This is my greatest satisfaction.My mother said that people should have ideals, but they should not be too greedy, so I lived a life of indifference to the world, making small troubles in my own small world, and never making big troubles.I use all kinds of sentences to record the life of the citizens I see, because I am a small citizen, I love the breath from the market so much, it is the real background of life.I especially hate those people who pretend to be wolves with big tails, open their mouths and shut their mouths to live a fashionable life, and cover their noses with tissue paper everywhere they feel dirty. In fact, even if you wear expensive leather hollow underwear, it’s not the same as going to the public toilet one by one if you feel urgent to pee. .You can't treat yourself as an antique, because most people's eyesight is as short and vulgar as mine, and we can't tell the difference between high and low.

I live step by step, go to and from get off work, greet people when I meet them, and forget it if they don't see me.I’m like a kaleidoscope, if you turn it around, others will think it’s very fresh. In fact, it’s because you turn it less, and turn it a few more times to find that there are only a few sides. There are not many tricks, it’s just broken glass and paper. The important thing is not what is in the kaleidoscope, but because there is sunlight. I like the sun, even if it burns my skin in summer, because the scalding warmth can make people feel comfortable when they are sluggish.The sunshine in people's hearts is more precious. We need to shine on and warm each other.

When I was in school, I set up a decent literary club, which gathered a large group of literary youths like me. We wrote poems, proses, and novels. We published our own magazines. We contributed manuscripts everywhere. We are passionate.Later, the more turbulent puberty broke our literary dreams. After the scrambling for the first time, we couldn't help but start discussing who would get better with whom. When we graduated, "Reading You" published ten issues, which ended it. literary mission.Many years later, I, who was the worst in writing, unexpectedly returned to the road of revolution by accident, which made them envious.

When it became popular to go online, I started to hang out in various forums again, leaving traces everywhere, like a fox fighting for territory.I have a lot of jars, and I always look at Leng Zi and throw a few gossips, taking pleasure in causing riots and offending people, which is a headache for other bosses.Later, in order to make me calm down, my newspaper created a special page for me called "Chenhui Online". The main task is to chat online. This has cured me. I still want to go to the bathroom when I see the color of the chat room. diarrhea.But for the sake of the newspaper page and the importance of the leaders, I had no choice but to circle the Internet, chatting with a group of guys who don't know their origins, and often when I was thinking about what words to use to kill them, I was stunned by people's words.You say that people are also cheap, the more I like them, the more I like them.

In this city I am familiar with, I can feel the scene at any time, and all the scenes can remind me of some friends. They are some symbols I left in the years, maybe because they have been wiped for a long time, the names are a little blurred. "They are all old, where are they? We just go to the end of the world like this..." Therefore, I will dedicate these chaff-like words to the old friends of the original "Reading You" literature club and the new friends of "Chenhui Online", of course, I will also dedicate them to you who can read my shabby words, and Thank you and take a deep bow.

Eating a little bran is good for bowel cleansing, hehe, I wish you and all the ordinary citizens who love life good health, if you want to have it, it will be delicious!