Incomplete

In our life, there are always some incomplete objects for various reasons. Maybe they are lying quietly in a corner that is often forgotten, like static notes, stay in the empty sky, pecking our hearts. I have a delicate cardboard box, in which there is a watch without lid, a purple sand teapot without lid, a carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture, and a letter paper made up by transparent glue, A withered flower every time I touch them gently, time becomes thick and slow; Every time I stare at them, I can see a drop of glittering tears, hearing a helpless sigh. Those stories sealed up by the years became fresh again. That block without a lid of the watch is father’s possessions, is positive and eight by the Swiss watch, night light, is said to my cousin 19 1970s early from the Army when brought back, somehow I wore it on my father’s wrist. This valuable watch and my father’s 26-lap Phoenix bicycle were undoubtedly luxuries of that era. For this reason, several primary school teachers who didn’t know the truth mistakenly thought that my parents had great power and quietly asked my parents to help me buy it. At that time, I often folded my watch from my father’s wrist and hid in the dark bed. While appreciating the pale yellow light and the sound of tipping like the sounds of nature, I imagined that one day, I can have this magical watch that can shine. This wish came true in the autumn when I was 17 years old, when my father had left me for five years because of illness. That night, my mother solemnly wore this watch left by my father on my wrist which was going to the barracks the next morning. At that moment, I understood that this was not only the inheritance of my father, but also a ceremony during my growing up. It marked that from that moment on, as the eldest son of the family who was favored most by my parents, I will replace my father to bear all the responsibilities and obligations of the family, even the sufferings and hardships. It was a pity that I didn’t know how to cherish it when I was young. I accidentally cut the surface during a troop construction, and soon the watch needle stopped moving. Although in the later more than ten years, I took the opportunity of business trip to Swiss watch shops in big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Chengdu and so on to repair, but because of the old style, all the Masters said they could do nothing. Therefore, this watch left by my father was collected by me forever as a souvenir. And that carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture was a gift from my sister. At that time, I was still a junior two student who blushed in front of girls. I worshiped under my master to learn traditional Chinese painting. My junior sister was two years younger than me, beautiful, lovely and lively, every time when I was in class, I would go out together and go home together after school. Once, my sister came to my home to learn skills. I painted a picture of eagle spreading wings and gave it to my sister, while my sister drew a picture of ancient ladies and gave it to me. Time is like water, but even a tiny splash does not splash. Over thirty years have passed, the lovely and beautiful little sister has already lost her sight, and that picture of Lady can only quietly wave the old and yellow thoughts. Although it has been worn out for a long time, it records the innocence and hazy feelings of young people. And that small and exquisite carved purple sand teapot. It once witnessed the special friendship in a special period of time. From the very beginning, I was reluctant to use it and kept it in the bookcase as a precious handicraft. When you are free, hold it in your hand and play with it. However, when I was sorting out books, I accidentally knocked over the cover with exquisite patterns on the ground. At the moment when the cover hit the ground and made a sharp sound, I was shocked at a sudden. I immediately realized that a beloved thing had become incomplete since then, just like that story, and the ending had disappeared since then. The branches with broken flowers will still leave a burst of fragrance. The reason why those incomplete objects are reluctant to discard is that there are too many stories behind them that cannot be relieved. It is like an indispensable part of our body. If we lose it, we will lose the witness of some important moments in our life. 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. 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Dark Night

Everyone may have such an experience. In the silent dark night, you can’t see your fingers, but your eyes are open. Perhaps, you are just recalling and imagining with your eyes open, looking inside and introspecting. You see time and youth passing by, but no matter you open your eyes or fall asleep, that time and youth will flow. In the silent dark night, it is the night that quietes down, and the heart that cannot be quieted down. Sometimes disordered, sometimes clear thoughts are like the light outside the window or light or dark. Listening to the bleak cold wind outside the window, people will have a lot of sadness for no reason. The doors and windows are closed tightly, blocking the darkness of the night out of the house, but unable to stop the dark night in the heart, with the darkness of the night, the heart gradually became rich and lingering. I don’t know at which moment, words have become an important outlet for my spiritual growth, which is an irresistible cry when I am searching for the truth of life alone, and a decisive gesture that I don’t want to live on the vulgar. Looking back at these footprints, some surprised me, some ashamed me, and some delighted me. The muttering in the dark night, the lonely back in the mud and wind and rain, and the heart that could not be calm and had nowhere to settle down. It made me sweat for myself again and again, but this was indeed my own feeling and constantly mottled experience. I didn’t lose myself because I didn’t want to deny or whitewash myself. People can only hear others’ voices when their hearts are open, and of course they can also hear themselves. Checking your footprints is to give your heart a reference, encouragement and alertness. Not all the flowers will bear fruit when they bloom. More often, it is the flowers that bloom, and then the flowers fade again. The dark night club makes people feel lonely, because everything is like a deep sleep, but you open your eyes. Darkness wraps you, but gives you unlimited freedom. We are interdependent because of loneliness, and we are also drifting away because of loneliness. We are afraid of loneliness, but unconsciously eulogize loneliness. Our loneliness is due to our keen observation and rich care for the world, and our complex hatred and love for the world, because of the living music full of hesitation and delusion, the alternate encounter and separation on the screen, the flowing words in our works, and all the short and infinite materials. Under the night, only by deeply understanding the sweetness and suffering of loneliness, can we gradually put down the heaviness in life, be clear about everything, and become a wanderer who thoroughly understands and accepts herself, and calmly and calmly. 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…