Weekend

Weekend dusk, silence and peace is another weekend, in my memory, that time is still there, that heart is still there. Inscription on weekends, after work, the office suddenly calmed down. Lock the door gently and prepare to enjoy the relaxation of this moment alone. Keep the noise away from the surroundings and the heart. I changed to a comfortable posture, leaning on the purple dolphin cushion, staring at the computer without any glances. The small fish in the fish tank kept swimming around with aquatic plants, which was also a world of quiet self. He raised his head and leaned on the chair, looking at the sky outside. It became darker little by little and sank little by little, without the shadow of clouds. I don’t know how long after that, the light in front of the office building turned on, as if I heard music and people’s noise. Those people who came to the square for a walk woke up instantly, I felt as if I had been stunned for a long time. But I still didn’t want to move or make a phone call. I turned out a piece of chocolate from the drawer and chewed it slowly. There was a little bitter, and then there was a little sweet, which lubricated my tongue and taste buds, cherish this feeling of slowly tasting, just like some slowly gone time, and finally disappear in the invisible. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. Raise your hand and rub your eyes. It’s time to go. The elevator came up layer by layer, waiting for a long time, but my heart was so calm. Finally, I went outside and found that the dusk wind in spring was still a little cool. I tightened my collar to prevent the wind from blowing in. Buses passing by one after another. I have passed the station for a long time, and I don’t want to wait any longer. The street lamp extended all the way, and the neon lights on the street window flickered. I could hear the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the asphalt road, thinking about my heart, as if telling me that I was walking on the way back late. Many years ago, I liked to walk quietly alone with floating thoughts. It was a happy time with a faint smile appearing on my face, faint images appearing in my memory and those initial encounters, those truest and purest watch became distant and unreal in the dusk of this spring day. Through several intersections, I saw the traffic lights flashing out and knew that life needed a short rest and buffer. I thought the pain I could forget was no longer pain, and what I thought I could remember was never forever. Suddenly I understand why sometimes I can be willful and naive, because I am not afraid of losing or leaving in panic; Why sometimes I can’t be free and natural, because I know something I have never owned, I won’t choose or not; Maybe I know that the one I don’t fear losing will always be by my side, just like the shadow; And what I can’t face frankly is the knot I can’t untie, but it has been hiding the deepest fragmentation. What I avoid is not reality, which is not so terrible; What I care carefully is not pain, which is not so persistent. I am just living in a dream in reality, a way of living that I cannot give up. However, the cost of self-suffering is continuous injury and recovery; The cycle goes round and round, and I am still firm, but it is my luck and misfortune. In this way, on one’s way, thinking, laughing, dreaming and being free. The sky is getting dark, the distance between home is getting closer, and the heart is gradually quiet. When I finally opened the door, facing the light, the warmth came towards me. I felt relieved and peaceful, and found a shallow answer. QQ364399664 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow of 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…