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I want to go far away, travel and wander. I just want to be alone, carrying my luggage and quietly stepping on the journey to find my paradise. Years are quiet, I just want someone. Leaving the hustle and bustle of traffic, stepping on every inch of the land I ‘ve been longing for, sucking every breath of elegance and quietness, watching the eagle hitting the sky, watching the fish flying in the shallow bottom, gently closing my eyes, enjoying the quietness of the years flowing peacefully, inward-looking, not involving red, sit-Mo, waiting flowers. Shaohua goes by, I just want someone. A person strolls under the moonlight, imagining the mystery of the night sky; A person leans lightly on the ancient tree until the first leaf on the tree turns bright red; A person stands quietly in the rain, listening to the slight rain telling the ancient myth of Jiangnan. Listen to music alone, watch plays alone, perform by yourself, clap for yourself and be fascinated by yourself. Most of the time, I am not alone. I can’t stand the bustle of a group of people. I love to laugh, which does not mean my happiness. Behind the mask of smile is a heart full of tears; My love to laugh does not mean my happiness, but I have already been used to playing a heartless role. However, after laughing, the spare time is just a person’s sorrow. When I am alone, I can enjoy silence quietly. I am not a freak or an alien. I am just a stubborn child, a child who likes silence but has to smile and fantasy, but knows the cruel reality well. I know that I am not a princess in the castle, so there is no prince riding a white horse, and that person driving colorful clouds will only appear in his dream. Sometimes I think that they are so cruel that they transplant those false dreams into my heart, but when they are deeply rooted, they tell me that they are all false. Who can tell me, which sentence should I believe and which sentence is true? Or maybe all of them are fake. Is it because I am too stupid or naive, or the reality should be like this. If this is the so-called reality, then I would rather be blinded forever. Now, I am tired, tired, true or false, right or wrong is no longer important. I just want a person to stay away from the troubles of the world and look for the peach blossom source that belongs to me. I just want to listen to more sad music, hurt my heart and shed tears when I am sad; I just want to watch the sky and walk alone when I want to escape, traveling alone, listening to insects and birds, watching clouds, sitting on the horizon, waiting for the rising sun and sunset, waiting for the changes of the stars and the moon. I like to stand on the overpass quietly when I am alone, lean against the handrail lightly, look up at the night sky, let my thoughts go and fly to the distant place of dreams. But passers-by looked at me with pitiful eyes. I smiled lightly. I didn’t want to die, but to be alone, quietly. This may be my only freedom. Please don’t disturb me. I like to look straight into the distance at the right height. I can’t see the end of the city in the direction of thousands of lights. Who is waiting for the night sky filled with ink? Who misses the breeze passing through my ears? Where the sun rises, will there be sunset glow? Who is attached to the sky at 45 degrees? Where dreams disappear, whose tears are flying? Will the world change when I forget everything? The dream will start again, will I not catch up with the last bus? In fact, I have never left, but I can’t find where my dreams have gone. The leaves on the tree turned yellow, fell down, and finally disappeared. Who could tell me whether they were tired, asleep or not. The dreams in my heart are lost, faded and dispersed. Who can tell me whether they will come back again. I once wanted to meet you in the most beautiful years of my life, but life could not give me this miracle. Now, I have to sing a monologue under the gorgeous spotlight. The big stage, the lonely figure, no applause, no applause, I am a little at a loss. In the middle of the performance, I really wanted to leave, but my reason told me that I should carry out my dream to the end, not retreat, not give up. So I was more careful, but how should I end up with the disordered dance steps? At that moment, I really wanted to be alone, listening to the music I liked and dancing my life; At that moment, I really wanted to be willful for once, just once, rushing out of the bustling crowd and chasing the past sea. But at that moment, I suddenly lost my courage. Did I worry too much, or should my nature be like this? Now, I just want to walk alone, eat alone, travel alone, listen to the sound of youth ending alone, watch the sunset, end alone, end alone and grow old alone. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Cast Aluminum

People who cast aluminum pots —- there is only one kind of life, and there are indeed countless kinds of livelihood. The sweating bull went off work yesterday and passed by xiaoliangzhuang. He saw someone casting an aluminum pot at the entrance of the village, so he stopped to watch. To be honest, this is a traditional craft, which is rare now. The old family call it dao pot. I don’t know which dao word is. The couple who worked were in their forties. It was said that they came from Xiayi County and had worked for nearly ten years. In his words, this job is more free than working, without looking at the boss’s face. After saying that, I looked sincere. His wife was busy smashing a shabby aluminum kettle with a hammer so that it could be used back to the stove. There is a burning stove nearby, and there are coal blocks in woven bags not far away from the stove. Under the instigation of the small hair dryer, the fire is very vigorous. Men throw cans, scrap aluminum strips, etc. into the crucible in the stove from time to time. Behind him was a semi-old motor tricycle with large and small moulds and toolboxes. A red horn is fixed on the board behind the driving building, which is very conspicuous. In my opinion, this is a small mobile workshop. As pieces of waste aluminum products were thrown into the crucible one by one, under the effect of the high temperature of the fire, the waste aluminum gradually became soft and melted. Walking forward, we could see the white aluminum water in the Crucible, which was a bit like milk. The man held a long spoon and watched the fire while scooping out the floating impurities in the Crucible. There are several reverse buckle moulds on the ground, and there are also two prepared aluminum pots. The old couple who were waiting to process the aluminum pot aside was supposed to be from xiaoliangzhuang. The old man looked like more than 60 years old, relying on a tricycle, watching carefully. The old lady is taking out waste aluminum products from the woven bag brought by her home. In addition to providing waste aluminum for processing aluminum pots, they also need to pay processing fees. According to the male craftsman who works, casting a small aluminum pot requires about 5 jin of waste aluminum, and the processing fee is generally 50 or 60 yuan. I asked him how often he usually went home, Night Live where? He said as he was busy, this was not certain. He would stay outside longer when he lived more, and stayed in the hotel at night. Seeing his simple words made me feel that for them, running around is a kind of happiness, which can truly feel life; Exhaustion is a kind of enjoyment, which can be flawless and empty; busy is a kind of happiness, and there is no time to experience pain. Besides me and the old couple, there are also two villagers watching. Occasionally, passers-by stop to consult how to process aluminum pots, how much it will cost, etc. A woman riding an electric car came over and wanted to process a small aluminum pan. The busy craftsman’s wife put down her work and went to her motor tricycle to pick up a sample. The aluminum pot was really not big, and that woman wanted to buy this small aluminum pot directly. The craftsman’s wife said that there was only one sample left and she would not sell it. Because the mold for making this was broken in Shangma village the day before yesterday, it could not be sold. The woman asked a few more words and left. At this time, the male craftsman saw that the aluminum water in the crucible in the fire was almost enough, so he bent down to pull out the power supply of the small blast machine, conveniently took a long pliers of the fire and took out the Crucible full of aluminum water from the fire, quickly walk to the mold several meters away, carefully pour aluminum water into the mold reservation port, and then put the Crucible aside, Picked up a small iron spoon from the ground, scooped out the extra aluminum water from the reserved mouth and poured it into the crucible. After scooping about three or four spoons, he took another round tool in front of him when it was hot, and reached into the reserved mouth to level the contact surface. This series of actions are skillful and compact, busy but not chaotic. After finishing casting, he skillfully loosened the fastening bolts on both sides of the mold. About six or seven minutes later, he began to move to the upper cover of the mold with difficulty, which seemed not light. When the hood is removed, Ah! A silvery white aluminum pan was hung upside down and presented in front of everyone. Several spectators, including me, were also very happy. They really wanted to play tricks. In my opinion, this glittering silver aluminum pot is simply a rare work of art. Of course, it also condenses the painstaking efforts and sweat of the craftsmen and couples. At this time, the craftsman’s wife was not idle either. She was wearing special gloves on her left hand, busy maintaining the mold and smearing graphite powder on the smooth cover. It seems that the cover has residual temperature, and the black towel is steaming. When the aluminum pan was removed, she carefully maintained the inner cover of the mold. Let alone, the division of labor between the couple is relatively clear. Seeing it was getting late, they also finished their work. I intentionally took some photos of them at work as a souvenir. On the way, I sent photos to WeChat, and soon a friend left a message. His friend Nalan Xiaohui said, “good workmanship, I have seen it when I was a child. Friends feng ya song said: With the development of society, seeing that their frequency will become less and less, the industry will disappear far away. I think so, this most traditional processing industry will disappear one day. Nevertheless, people who are engaged in this industry are respectable. After all, they live by their own hard work, which is another kind of life compared with us. In order to survive, they left their hometowns and drifted between cities and villages, and there were still some hardships. It can be said that they live on the edge of the city, but carry the burden of the family’s life and the hope of the future on their shoulders. There is only one kind of life, but there are countless kinds of livelihood: those who set up stalls, those who collect waste products, those who send water, those who keep bees, those who grind the scissor, etc. They work hard to work hard, maybe it is the most skillful and basic skill they have used in their whole life. Although these almost primitive living skills are common and not valued by people, they are sometimes closely related to our life. Every time I meet them unexpectedly, I can’t help giving birth to a pity and respect in my heart …… 2015.4.15 praise (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…