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One day when I came home from work, my son brought me a one-inch bareheaded photo and asked me whether I was beautiful or not. Take a closer look, this is an old photo of mine, I don’t know where he turned it out. I wore a dark blue denim jacket with the red sweater faintly exposed in the collar. This should be left in college. Because many certificates in the university have pasted photos of the same version. If you really look at yourself in detail, you will feel something else in your heart. I asked my son whether his mother was beautiful at that time or now. The picture of his son’s finger indicated that it was before. It turned out that it was a time when I didn’t know the taste of sorrow, when I could throw my heart into the blue sky and get freedom with the wings of kites flying, it was a time when I felt a little blue sadness in my heart but could smile. In the photo, I wore a ponytail and my eyes were clear and clear. Even if I was not beautiful, I could still move people. I am sure that I have been moved by myself. It was a pool of deep lake water, profound and clear. The story is full of colorful colors, but there is only a pure background color. It can be said that it was a blank rice paper at that time. Now I am not used to simply binding ponytail, but finishing in hair salon, wearing long hair and coloring. Let the mature and immature heart be decorated, and it seems that there is no story in the eyes. The eyes are a window opened for the soul, because our hearts are covered with dust by the reality, so the eyes are not monotonous and pure. We must draw the flustered lines with pens on the original blank rice paper. One by one, one by one, complex, not straight or parallel, but let people see the intersection of no clue, and there are star-like intersections in the twists and turns. It seems impossible to remember the first stroke from which time. It is the day when I graduated from university, full of dreams for the future, and began to strive to find a company that can realize my dreams; It is the day when I entered a company on the first day and became an office worker completely; it is the time to find love, the time when you are attached to two people; It is the day when you step on the red carpet and walk into the besieged city; It is the day when the baby comes to this world, and the family changes from two people to three people. I am looking for it, but the more I understand it, the more chaotic it is. In any case, the only thing you can see clearly is yourself now. Yes, this is the present self, this is the self far away from the photo. The eyes have been covered by the trivial matters of life, and the soul has been occupied by the official affairs of the unit. He who couldn’t find an exit suddenly woke up in desperation. Indeed, we should find an outlet with sunshine, a quiet jungle, warm sunshine and quiet green. Therefore, I began to look for books I bought before when I was a student. I had extracted quotes and epigrams before and put them into the notebook at the bottom of the box. At that night, I began to pick up the collections of poems I had read in my youth, and read those verses that had been extracted for countless times, those sentences with youthful fantasies and beautiful memories. Now think about it and still want to have a sweet dream. This is a wonderful memory accompanying me through my youth. The photo was inserted into a page of the book and I wanted to treasure it, just like a period of old time. One day I turned it over, she was a witness of my youth. I can shout proudly to the sky. I was once young, and now I am still young. Look, how beautiful it is. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…