Serious

At dusk that day, I finished my meal, put down my job, pulled slippers, and led my big head to the Company yard for a walk. The big head bounced and danced happily in the lawn. After running crazily for a while, he was so tired that he leaned into the lawn obediently. He opened his mouth, stretched out his red tongue, and gasped for breath. It lay there and had a rest for a while, then slowly stood up, like a little goat, opening its mouth and gnawing the grass with relish. Sheep eat grass, cattle eat grass, horses eat grass, rabbits eat grass, which is known to three-year-old children. The puppy eats grass with great flavor, which is a little strange. Yishan dogs eat grass with hats, and heavy rain will come soon. I suddenly thought of this folk proverb spreading in Southern Shandong in my mind, so I raised my head involuntarily and looked at the sky. It can’t be said that the sky is clear, but I can’t see the meaning that there is a heavy rain coming. On June, the baby’s face changes when he says it changes. I ‘d better go home as early as possible. If it really rains, I’ll be in trouble later. Thinking like this in my heart, I shouted back home. When I entered the room, I sat on the sofa and drank two cups of tea. It was dark outside as expected. In a moment, dark clouds rolled, Thunder and electricity were mixed, and strong winds and rainstorms came to the sky and the ground, I got up hurriedly and closed the glass windows of several rooms. I don’t know when the storm stopped. Because I was lying on the bed in the bedroom reading Lu Xun’s fake freedom book, which was also called No three no four episodes. I fell asleep after watching it. I also had several dreams at night. Every dream had no end and no end, which were all strange scenes. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I still vaguely remembered several fragments. In one of my dreams, I became Liu Luoguo, with Hong Qigong’s dog stick in my hand, breaking into the home of the corrupt official He Shen and beating him to cry his father and mother. At this time, jiang Menshen rushed in with a broadsword in his hands. I was so angry that I greeted him with a loud shout. After several rounds, Jiang Menshen, a local ruffian and bully, was beaten to death and knelt down to beg for mercy. When I brushed my teeth and washed my face in the morning, I recalled that dream in my mind and found it funny. Although that dream was ridiculous, I was really happy. Can I be unhappy if ordinary people beat corrupt officials and bullies? After breakfast, when I was about to go to work, my wife told me: the wind was strong last night, and the heavy rain was severe, the room was very cool. You fell asleep without turning off the light. I said with a smile: really? I slept soundly and didn’t know at all. Out of the door, less than 100 meters away, sweat appeared on the forehead. Thinking in my heart, this terrible weather, like the legal representative of our company, is capricious and accurate. It was still cold last night. It was so hot in the early morning. It was strange that people would not feel hot and dizzy at noon. In the past two years, I went to the company every day. The first task of entering the office was to make a cup of Longjing tea, then sit on the sofa with legs crossed, and pour myself to drink. Drink enough tea, read newspapers, read idle books, or play with computers. After work at, I took four steps to go home for a drink. That morning, I used to sit on the sofa and drink tea for a while. Then I got up and took out a collection of Lu Xun’s novels from the bookcase. Then I turned back and sat on the sofa, reading a section without pages. In addition to the True Story of Ah Q and The Diary of a madman, I felt that there was no interest and no taste in the rest of Lu Xun’s novels, especially in the new story, it is really hard to read any special feeling that the goddess flies to the moon and is not Zhou Shan. I am afraid of classical Chinese, writing compositions and Zhou Shuren. With the changes of times and thoughts, some people are tired of Lu Xun’s articles. It is not strange to invite Lu Xun’s articles out of teaching textbooks. Most of Lu Xun’s works are the social products of the last century, the 1920 s and 1930 s, which have certain historical significance and have educated and cultivated many people with lofty ideals. But for idlers like me who have no political mind and are lazy at the bottom of the society, it is better to read Jin Yong’s martial arts novels to read his novels and articles, it is better to read several essays of Feng Zikai with spirit. I didn’t have any new books on hand these days, so I read Lu Xun’s novels patiently. I still haven’t finished reading several of them. I don’t know why, I can’t read them even if I bite my head. So I just put down the books, strolled out of the office, casually called a colleague and strolled to the small bookstore selling old books in the street. This small bookstore selling old books is a very practical treasure house of knowledge for me. Usually, I just need to save a few pocket money to buy some old books in this small bookstore. One yuan, two yuan, three yuan, at most five yuan, you can buy a favorite old book. The price of selling old books in small bookstores is really cost-effective for me who likes to buy books and read books without much spare money. I have chosen ten books, all of which are two yuan, all of which are prose collections of contemporary and modern famous writers. My hands were dirty when I picked up books, and my clothes were soaked with sweat, but I was very happy. Because if these books were bought in Xinhua Bookstore, each book would cost at least twenty or thirty yuan. When my colleague and I were about to walk out of the bookstore door, the bookstore owner came over with a smile on his face, saying welcome to come again, he conveniently picked up a prose collection of Zhu Ziqing on the counter at the door and gave it to me. I took the book from the bookstore owner with a smile, saying thank you, thinking in my heart that I bought 11 books with twenty yuan. Where can I find such a cheap thing! If I don’t come next time, isn’t there something wrong with my brain. In recent years, buying books and reading books is not only a kind of recreation, but also a kind of enjoyment for me; It is not only a means of escaping from reality, but also a way of loving life. In a lonely and depressing working environment, especially an idealist like me who can squeeze life and work out of breath, don’t buy books, don’t read books, maybe I will feel suffocated and become a mental illness at any time. I went back to the company and entered the office. I washed my hands, wiped those eleven books clean with a towel, and then put them into the bookcase one by one. I stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the rows of old books in the bookcase, thinking in my heart that these books could not tell when they would bring some unexpected happiness to my life. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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