Factory

Maybe because I lived near the mountain since I was a child, I liked the Mountain very much. Later, I moved away from the mountain and felt empty in my heart. Fortunately, there was a mountain behind the factory, so I could see the mountain everyday, more or less made up for the emptiness in my heart. My factory was built in the valley, surrounded by green mountains. Therefore, the operation room is close to the mountain, and only a narrow flood control ditch is cut between the backyard and the mountain. After inspecting the equipment in the machine room every day, I like to rely on the back door of the studio and watch the mountain quietly. Mountain is not high. In spring, green trees and grass are everywhere from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The tree is not high, but the branches and leaves are dense. At the foot of the mountain, trees spread over the flood control ditch, over the fence and into the backyard. It keeps out a lot of sunshine for the backyard. Among the trees, weeds are verdant. All kinds of wild flowers bloom between the cracks of the mountain and stone, swaying in the wind, with unique charm. In summer, the dense trees covered the mountain tightly. At first glance, the mountain was full of dark green, full of vitality, and even the air was full of green. Some unknown birds shuttled between the trees, and the bold ones flew into the backyard, where they could see the beautiful feathers on the birds. When working at night shift, I often heard the sound of roaring at the foot of the window. At first, I thought there was someone outside the window, which scared me very much. After a long time, I realized that it was a few birds talking. As soon as autumn comes, the leaves turn yellow day by day and fall down. The dense grass is becoming increasingly decadent and sparse. The hill gradually exposed the top of the mountain, stones and cinnamon. Birds flew around in the increasingly diluted forest, and seemed to be looking for something hurriedly. Winter is coming, the hills are completely exposed in the cold wind, and the stones are obtrusive. Staying in the well-heated lounge, through the window, I looked at the Hill. The grass was gone, the trees were bald, and the birds didn’t know where to fly. The mountain which used to be so verdant and lively now seems to be very declining and mediocre. The mountain is silent, whether to miss the busy summer that has passed away, or to look forward to the upcoming Green Spring. Or nothing, just exist silently. No matter Spring, green, autumn and yellow, no matter human voice and bird language. A small mountain, without strange peaks and stones, without Pine waves and handsome birds, gave itself a kind of stability. Life is beautiful, but life is boring. Every day I run in the city forest and shuttle through the rumbling machines. No matter how much passion I have, it begins to dilute slowly, no matter how quiet the temperament is, it becomes a little impatient. Lonely posts, roaring machines and trivial days turned my heart into pale, with a sigh, a little helplessness and a little irritation. Where is the beauty of life? Where is the charm of plain days? How can repetitive work add some vivid fun? -Like look. I just want to give myself a chance to breathe after the tedious work, and I just want to find a little quiet and calm when I feel agitated. Nowadays, the enterprise develops very fast, and the position is not fixed. Maybe one day I will leave this post and stay away from the Hill. I will miss it. Especially when you are tired and annoyed. 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…