Heart

A few friends followed the time very well. They came to my home one after another with pipe pliers, rhinestones and other tools used to install heating before. Several friends were quite capable. I prepared the dishes and put them on the table. The heating pipes of the four rooms and the four groups of heating fins had been installed. I set the glasses, bowls and chopsticks, and before I could remove my apron, my friends had lit the coal fire and tried the heating stove. The four groups of cold and cold radiator gradually became hot. After a while, the return pipes of the four rooms were too hot to touch with hands. My friends were happy for their work efficiency and achievements. They laughed constantly one by one and danced with words. I was proud of making the rich dishes on this table, and the serious nonsense also came out endlessly. It’s warm in the room. Everyone sat around the wine table and said the same thing to you. I talked about all kinds of skills of installing the Earth heating stove. After a while, I talked about everything, the demons and ghosts started to talk nonsense. With a strong sense of wine, Lao Wang couldn’t stand on the ground. He pulled up the old mule of his grandmother’s house and gave birth to a foal. Since then, his father began to sell cattle, A few years later, he made a fortune and became one of the few upstarts in the county. Lao Li’s broken mouth boasted that he was going to set up a group of people to tie tiles in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, and also went to the Great Wall to install heating, so as to earn a lot of money for his wife and children. The lecherous old Liu, who didn’t take charge of the family, dared to say that going whoring would not break the law in the future, because there were more prostitutes in the society, and naturally there were fewer rapists. Since ancient times, there have been official brothels, brothels are conducive to stabilizing social order and stimulating the rapid development of local economy. Dongguan, the color capital, is a vivid example. Later, even some vulgar yellow jokes were written to the wine table in vernacular. Everyone drank too much. Whoever thought of something impromptu would follow his mouth. No matter who was grinning about all kinds of news, or the casually fabricated peach autobiography on a whim, whether it had a head or a tail or a head, the spitting stars in the grinning mouth flew all over the table, and no one knew to pay attention to hygiene. The fly in the ointment is that none of these friends grudged Li Bai and Du Fu with me; No one grudged with me how did the Spring River Flower Moon Night come into being; no one even grinned with me. Rousseau’s confession is the spiritual text of the author’s autobiography, or the novel expressing the social villains with psychological abnormality. On the second day, several elders in the neighborhood saw me and said, “you drunkards, you pushed me back and forth on the street yesterday afternoon, shouting loudly and looking forward to each other, it took more than an hour to make a fuss. It was really a shame to throw myself at home. That night, when I woke up, my head hurt badly, my mouth was dry and my whole body was not strong enough. I got up from the bed, turned on the light, and went to the living room to make a cup of strong tea, after sitting on the sofa and drinking tea for a while, he stood up and went to the yard to get some air. I stood under the wintersweet tree, staring at those hazy flowers and bones on the wintersweet tree by the faint light emitted from the glass window. My mind was blank, and I stood dumbly to breath out of my heart, I woke up and hurried back to the room to keep warm. The heating stove in the room had gone out. I took out the ash from the stove, chopped some wood with an axe, found some old newspapers and carried a bucket of media, I lit the fire again, and after a while, I felt that the whole room was getting warm gradually. At this time, I felt that my stomach was a little Russian, so I stood up from the heating stove and went to the restaurant to find something to eat. Who knew that there was a mess in the restaurant, with cigarette butts and tea all over the floor, and there was almost no empty feet. It seems that my wife and children will not come back to live tonight. Thinking in my heart, I felt a little agitated, and my stomach seemed to be filled with this sudden agitated feeling. I closed the door of the dining room and came to the living room, muttering in my mouth: no sight, no worry, let my wife clean up those messy dirty things tomorrow. While muttering, I picked up a book casually from the tea table in the living room, went back to the heating stove room, and sat beside the heating stove to keep warm, drink tea and read books. After a while, my whole body was warm and comfortable. I didn’t need to look in the mirror. I also knew that my face was like a ripe red apple. I don’t know what is going on. At this time, a feeling of loneliness and sadness suddenly gushed out in my heart. I couldn’t read any more books, so I just dreamed with my eyes open, thinking endlessly. The more I thought about it, the more lonely I was, the more miserable I was. Thinking about it, I remembered Ah Q in Lu Xun’s works. For a while, Ah Q became me, and I became Ah Q. Who on earth am I? What on earth did I do when I came to this world? What is the point of living? Why did Qu Yuan commit suicide in the river? Why does Ji Gong like to be a dog Monk without a home or a yard? Why didn’t Guo Moruo write a few decent poems after he became a high-ranking official? I asked the god with a silly face, asked the Earth, asked ghosts and gods, asked myself, asked a lot of questions, and didn’t ask why. I went away quietly, just as I came quietly, waving my sleeves without taking away a cloud. When I left this world, I couldn’t take away contiguous clouds. What else should I do with those notebooks? Thinking like this in my heart, I stood up and went to the study, rummaging out all the old notebooks locally, stacking them into a dozen, holding them back to the heating stove and putting them on the ground, sitting on the bench rudely, Hu Siba began to remember it again. What have I thought about? I don’t remember. Anyway, I tore up all those laptops inexplicably and put them into the stove one by one to burn and play, on one side, he left the pages with poems page by page. This is why? So far, I can’t say clearly one, two, three. Third, since I burnt my large pile of notebooks that night, I have never written any mood diary. Once in a while, if you have some feelings, feelings and feelings about society and life, you can use the artistic form of poetry to vent and release your emotions. I like poetry, especially Li Bai’s poetry. Li Bai’s poems are natural and smooth. The verses seem to be unmodified, but they can be chewed carefully. It is true that every sentence has such a special flavor. I don’t like to be bound by the rhythm when writing poetry, and I never write the rhythm deliberately. Most of my ancient poetry styles are self-contained, just like me. It seems to be unrestrained and free on the surface, but in essence, each of my poems has such an inner melody active. My poetry is neither the words moaning without illness, nor the notes made out of imagination. Although I also know that my poetry is a little rough and popular, which is a bit like Limerick, with less artistic conception, the poetic taste is quite light, it is as light as the sorghum wine sold by our nameless winery in Qianzhen town. Although the sorghum wine from the nameless winery in Chengqian town is not mellow, it is the wine brewed from grain after all. This kind of grain wine is still more delicious than those high-grade fake wine in glass bottles of some merchants. I am very confident. Four days ago, when I was free, I used memories to sew up the fragments of the wasted years, used the future to wash away the sadness and confusion of the past, and used flowers, birds, fish and insects to draw the taste and happiness of life, write all kinds of emotions in the world with words. At the same time, I often analyze my thoughts and wash my soul. During this period of time, I intentionally copied the poems written in the past into a notebook one by one. Why? Because these poems are all flowing from the depth of my heart. Now, the reason why I reorganize this poem and make it into e-books on Jiangshan literature website for readers to see is to tell you that on the surface, I make people look lonely, indifferent, boring people actually have rich emotions in their inner world, and they still love social life very much in their hearts. In real social life, there are many unsatisfactory places and many confusing and hateful things, especially those bold and heartless corrupt officials and upstarts who ruin the country and the society openly and do whatever they want, it makes the daily life of ordinary people not harmonious. However, social life itself is very beautiful. If you don’t believe what I said, then calm down, open your eyes and take a closer look, and you will see the seven-color clouds in the sky dancing happily on the stage in the sky. If you don’t believe what I said, then you should calm down and listen carefully and attentively, you will hear the sound of those rivers in nature running into the sea singing cheerful songs. To be honest, if I can constantly put some beautiful scenes in nature, all kinds of sweet, bitter and salty tastes in social life, and the sparks of thoughts flashing in my mind intentionally or unintentionally, it is arranged one by one in the artistic form of poetry and published on various literary websites in time to let readers appreciate, taste and comment. I thought that life like that would be very interesting and wonderful. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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