Mortal

When I took the subway for the first time, nothing shameful happened, because I was always confident of my intelligence. In such a large subway station, there was no urgent matter, so I slowly watched others’ operation and the indication signs. Anyway, no one knows me. I am not afraid of making a fool of myself. If you really couldn’t understand something, you asked someone with a good face, so you took the train station from the west of sports smoothly. Even if you took a bus halfway, you didn’t feel uncomfortable. But when I heard the interviewer said to take B31 BRT to get off at a certain place, I was confused. I don’t know what BRT is! Although I often go to Guangzhou by train, I have never visited the city before, and all of them take special buses directly to the railway station. I have never eaten pork, but I have also seen pigs running, but now I don’t even know what BRT is, and I dare not ask it out. My intuition is that this BRT is an ordinary thing. Do you want to ask foolishly: What is BRT? I feel that my forehead is sweating and my face is black and purple. For the first time, I feel that I am outdated in the countryside and have nowhere to put my limbs! Office colleagues said that people who don’t know English, computers or driving are illiterate. I only know a little bit of English. I remember that once I went home by train, it was a train from the terminal station to Guilin. The train closed the toilet after passing the tunnel. A ghost always gave a urine rush and kicked the toilet door, all the black eyes in the carriage looked at him, and there was no sound. I stood up and said: pleasewaitfifqinminutes. Originally I am wanted to say: The train is passing the tunnel, please wait a moment. But I couldn’t remember how to express the word tunnel. Fortunately, the ghost always understood and said thank you politely, then stopped kicking the door. I suppressed a sentence of English, which made my face blush. At the same time, the compatriots in the carriage looked at me with admiring eyes, which also made me ashamed. I can only turn on and off the computer. I didn’t take the driver’s license test, and I always felt that I couldn’t afford a car. It was useless to take the test. Because I didn’t work hard when I was young and couldn’t enter the university for further study, I lost many opportunities and many thresholds were stuck by the university diploma. At first I thought it didn’t matter, but later I buried myself in reading books. After getting the diploma, the nature of illiteracy had changed. I finally understood what BRT was. I walked about 5 miles on the road and inspected two BRT platforms before I understood. I think it will be fine someday, spend 2 yuan to take all the BRT routes, and lose its so-called BRT. Company. So one weekend after I joined the job, I took BRT from the south of the city to the north of the city. I compare my journey of this day to two large strings of sugar-coated haws, each of which is a sweet and sour hawthorn wrapped with thick sugar. After getting off the bus, it was already dark. I sucked a large bowl of roast duck rice noodles, went back to the rental room with a satisfied stomach, and began to take back my heart to prepare for the new week’s work. Facing the hot air from the fake fan I bought at 45 yuan, I looked at the Field snail in the plastic basin given by washing powder on the balcony, the three rice shrimps I caught in the ditch were staring at me warily at the stone seam made at the bottom of the basin! The street lamps illuminate the road in rows, and there are waves of footsteps kicking. The crisp or rude male voice and female voice are out of order. I began to plan to eradicate illiteracy for myself. I bought a new concept of English, a copybook, and kept learning for a month without any progress. I just understood that I had forgotten more than half of the English words I learned in school before, then pick up not easy. When I started to learn computer, I had to learn to type first. I engraved the keyboard on the simple dining table that could be folded in the rental room, and put my hands on the homemade keyboard when I came back from work. A month later, I could type without looking at the keyboard. Although I couldn’t remember five strokes, I learned Chinese Pinyin well, so I could type on the keyboard with ten fingers like flying. Seeing the office manager’s skill of typing, I despised him for countless times in my heart. I didn’t consider literacy because I couldn’t afford a car. But finally I signed up. Theory, because I have sufficient examination experience in self-examination, I will pass the exam with full marks once. But for the five items, I took the exam three times and hung up three times. The questions each time I hung up were different, which was really endless. In fact, I don’t like cars, bicycles, motorcycles or cars. I like walk. My friend said this was my excuse for myself. But I like the train, and I like to take the green car that can open the window. The gentle cool breeze blows my face, and I can watch the platforms of different sizes at close range, the busy and happy passengers up and down, these are all the scenery I like to see. But now it gradually disappeared. The high-speed rail and the speeding-up ordinary cars didn’t open the window any more, and the big and small platforms passed quickly, which made me unable to see clearly the famous brand of the station sign. These are all things I don’t like, including unreliable planes. In fact, the ship is also good, but there is no water transport when I return home to Guangzhou. It seems that if you walk back to your hometown one day, you may be keen on getting your driver’s license after you have walked enough. I didn’t try hard, just like the comment of my fifth grade teacher in primary school: follow the crowd! I haven’t fully understood the meaning of following the crowd till now. Although my academic performance at that time was the best period in my study career, this casual comment made me indelible in my mind. Maybe the teacher was just writing comments to complete the number of comments. However, I know that I did not work hard all the time and did not really work hard to do a good job seriously. Some of my progress was the rapid growth I got after following the crowd! Laixizan in 2015/11/24 (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Heart Rain

People who have been in Guangzhou for a long time should have a special feeling for rain, and I, one of these people, turned around and looked out of the window to see more and more light rain. I think so. I have never been a ruthless person, but it is rare for me to be sentimental. I always thought that the wind and rain in the nature had its own meaning of survival, so I wouldn’t turn a deaf ear to it, and I didn’t have to eulogize it too much. Today’s light rain took away my God and my soul. Looking at him in this way, he weaved in the air incisively and vividly, one thread after another, as if my thoughts were also pulled out, and walked away with his beating, everything, everyone and every scene flashed quickly and clearly in his mind. However, at that moment, these thousands of thoughts seemed not to be connected. They were parallel downward and went hand in hand, without interweaving obstacles. All of a sudden, a breeze blew in, like a gentle hand pushing the door curtain, lifting the light rain, suddenly hitting all the glass, dragging me back to the world from the dull drift, this ever-changing world makes me tired of dealing with the ever-growing and mature world of hate and love. Just two days ago, looking at the gloomy sky, I longed for the arrival of a heavy rain, which could stir up the dirty air, wash away the dust and make the world in front of me more thorough. Yes, at that evening, I experienced almost the most painful blow in my young life so far. If people have ten levels of tolerance for sadness, then apart from the tenth level blow of the death of their relatives, this event is counted as the 9th magnitude earthquake in my heart which is not fully mature. Now that I have calmed down, it’s hard for me to be ashamed to describe every detail of my experience, although I didn’t do anything to hurt others, but the doubt and incomprehension of my suspicion of plagiarism really made me feel wronged for a long time. I cried all night and tried hard to recall where I didn’t do well, so that in the two days after I figured it out, the usual words of others would touch my defense line, and I had to borrow the reason of going to the toilet, wash away the burst of tears like torrents over and over again, then spend a long time to tidy up the mood, until the eyes and nose are no longer red and swollen, and then walk into the office as if nothing happens. The rain outside the window seemed to be devils, riding on the wings of the strong wind, rushing wantonly on the window, as if to break away from something, but taking advantage of this force to swear something proudly. Looking at it, the buildings outside the window gradually faded away, which made me confused whether I am was in a warm home or an office in Guangzhou. The vague sight made me have time to think. I don’t think there are many people who have such experience, so it is more difficult to understand. Fortunately, when I was trapped in sadness and depression and couldn’t help myself, the only little reason left reminded me that in “if give me three days of light, miss Helen Keller seems to have experienced similar things. So I read this book again, and soon found that story. I looked at it word by word and found that every word was written in my heart. I marked the passage in red, which was a passage of Mr. Stevenson. He said that the beginner of writing usually instinctively imitated the works he admired most, then transform it with an amazing force of change. Even a great writer has to go through years of practice to control all the fields that are congested in the ideological path. Although my business does not involve writing, it seems to be much more serious in scientific research articles, and I take it particularly seriously, always associate academic morality with personality and humanity inadvertently. Maybe from this aspect, even though I didn’t dare to step half a step into the Thunder pool, a little involvement would make my heart unable to forgive myself, let alone being misunderstood. The pain and grievance brought to me is unimaginable. Miss Helen Keller experienced this at her young age, which would be a bigger blow than that. Fortunately, when she talked about this later, she thought that the younger age was easy to divert her attention, thus forgetting these unhappy things. Another paragraph I marked red was mentioned by Miss Helen Keller, although I might be such a person (if a person was born without creative talent, then he could never create anything in his life. (Stevenson)), but I still hope that one day, my clumsy writing can make progress and fully express my thoughts and experiences. It was with this hope and belief that I made unremitting efforts to overcome the pain brought by the “Frost King” incident. This moved me very much. During the time when I didn’t know who to tell me about this depression, her words seemed to be the comfort of a close friend who put herself in the position, and also like the most earnest encouragement of an elder, no passion, no empty talk, no hypocrisy. I read this passage over and over again for more than ten times, reading word by word until tears filled my eyes. I hope that one day I can express my thoughts freely and no longer be judged as plagiarism by anyone in any form. One day, I will respect the world like Miss Helen Keller. When I talk about the past again, I can express my gratitude and growth plainly. I look forward to this day. The sudden rain did not reduce the pace, but the wind stopped helping. Without the stirring of the wind, the momentum of the rain also faded down. The window glass was knocked softly, and a few drops of rain converged into a river with its own curve, which slipped quietly in my heart. The rain seems a little small. I don’t know who’s saying, let me return to this world again. The diffused water vapor gradually dispersed, and the tall buildings standing on the opposite became clear layer by layer, one after another. The rain is too small. I stood up and walked to the windowsill at the end of the corridor. Because of the wind direction, only a little rain beads were left on the glass, and they were their own camps. No one had to rely on other raindrops to flow down the waterway. It had its own value. Looking carefully, I found that there was a landscape on every drop of rain, and this landscape was exactly the tall building opposite. Nature will always surprise you. Through the refraction of raindrops, the upper, lower, left and right sides of the building were upside down. The pedestrians on the upper left walked upside down in the lower right corner, the attic on the upper right stood quietly in the lower left corner, and the clear blue sky scattered by dark clouds cleared up, the sky is dotted with rain trees beside the roads in residential areas. Surprisingly, I moved up and down to a drop of rain water, and the world in the rain also flashed. Just like the film of old movies, sliding from left to right is a story of a city. I really saw a complete world. Looking at other raindrops, it is also the same. Take a step back and move up, down, left and right. All the worlds in the raindrops slide with each other, and the scenes in the memory that have been forgotten for a long time also flash with each other. I shook my head back and forth and felt dizzy before I stopped, making myself giggle. After laughing for a while, I felt boring and stared blankly at the rain falling on the windowsill. The rain was no longer enough, and the accumulated rainwater on the roof was still falling down from several floors to the edge of the windowsill bit by bit. Every two seconds, I watched it fall down, snapped, and split into many small water droplets at the moment of hitting the windowsill, bouncing in all directions, it seems that every drop of water has its own life, just like the fireworks and buds blooming in the night sky, but it is purer, more elegant and more touching than that. One Drop, two drops, three drops I followed its rhythm, just like I fell, hit and bloomed like it. It seemed that I was divided into countless ego at the moment of collision. Each part was an independent individual, so gorgeous and pure. When the next drop of rain fell, it finally condensed into a unique me. When I slowly came back to my mind, I found that the paint on the cement windowsill had disappeared, and even the cement table was eroded downward. Is constant dripping wears away? I asked myself. This water drops in this city of reinforced concrete in also does not change nature, 1.1 drops do your own thing, silently efforts, hot-dogging. The light refracted by the water drops shot into my face and eyes. Looking up, the Sun had penetrated out of the clouds. When I opened the window, the fresh air after the rain made me excited. The rain beads on the green trees downstairs were shining under the refraction of sunshine, and the whole Guangzhou City became bright and pure, the impurities in my heart were also spotless by this incisively and vividly heart rain. The rainbow after the rain is so beautiful. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

Indulgence

For some things, we should stick to it even if we know it is wrong, because we are not reconciled. For some people, we should give up even if we know it is love, because there is no ending. Sometimes, we know there is no way out, but we are still moving forward, because we are used to it. Some are because it is too late, some are because of deliberate avoidance, and more often they stand aside blankly. We are wrong again and again, but we never know how to learn from it. Do some introspection. You don’t know that I miss you. I clearly know that you don’t want me, but still love you. Maybe sometimes, escape is not because of fear to face something, but what is waiting. Many people wrongly love one person because of loneliness, but more people are lonely all their lives because of wrongly love one person. We can love each other, but we are doomed to be helpless. I always hope to go back to the place where I first met. If I can choose again, I think I can love more simply. Those things that we once thought we would never forget were forgotten by us in the process we never forget. Lonely people always remember you in his life attentively, so I always think of you in every starry night, criticizing my loneliness over and over again, the most tiring thing in the world is to watch your heart break and stick it up by yourself. Parting and reunion are the habit of constant performance in life, and they are no longer sad. 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…