A few degrees

The rain in March was neither light nor slow, neither urgent nor heavy. The rain curtain is swaying in the wind. On the road, the white Street when it was sunny had become a dark gray ink sea. Pedestrians passed by hurriedly. Some of them also wore umbrellas, some found a place to take shelter from the rain, and some rode bicycles running wildly in the rain. There are some dark black spots on the clothes. On the stairs, raindrops fell down, leaving footprints of all kinds of people. It is wet in such a day, and the ground is very slippery. There is a danger of slipping accidentally. Such a day, stuffy, heart is very blocked, accidentally may be emotional outbreak. There were drops of water marks flowing down from the bricks in the House, mold appeared in some places, and the coating on the ceiling began to fall down one after another. My heart also began to be moldy. Worry about when the clothes will dry in such weather, when the mold will not grow any longer, when the solar energy will come out to kiss the children in spring, kiss our skin, kiss our already tearful hearts. The chopping board was stuffed with uncleanable vegetables, which were cleaned every day. The thick mold on the chopping board was scratched with a knife every day, but it was useless and could not be cleaned. My heart was filled with dark emotions, and my heart was bright and low with beautiful memories every day. However, it was useless, and I could not use the past of sunshine to shine on the lifeless present. The past events came to my mind one after another. When I was a child, my innocent smile and her graceful posture, my purple dress rotating in the sun, innocent eyes, happy staring at each other, blue sky, white clouds, breeze, green leaves, red flowers. The strings of crystal clear purple luster flowing like running water, the fresh and smooth plumeria with fragrance floating for thousands of miles, the branches drifting gently in the wind, the smell of bright green light shining in the sun, A beautiful scenery in late spring and early summer. Kapok is blooming in red, and when the wind blows, its cotton wool is flying all over the sky like a fairy, as if there is an elegant and light winter snow. The children followed these elves happily jumping and running, blowing them away with their little lips, holding them gently with their little hands and then blowing them up. Looking at their cheerful expressions, they seemed to say: I want to play games with Cher! Gradually, the rain stopped. Turn on the TV and listen to the weather forecast. Cloudy weather will be the main weather in the next few days. The weather is clear and dry. Long-sleeved trousers are suitable. My heart suddenly rose and my eyes suddenly lit up. Still accompanied by a little cold wind. There is still not much sunshine in the sky. The ground was covered with withered and yellow residual leaves, as well as fresh and tender leaves falling from the wind and rain yesterday. The ground was full of car tire marks, accompanied by pedestrian footprints covered with soil. The wind is very cool, blowing across the face, a refreshing and translucent feeling. No more hesitation, no more anxiety, no more dullness, no more depression. On this tree, there were yellow leaves hanging alone at the end of the branch, which made my heart feel a little lonely. But on second thought, this was the last yellow leaf of this year. This was the last bleak winter left us. The Army of spring was surging in our world. The warm and pleasant climate came soon. You see, the flowers on the ground, red, yellow, purple and white, were so dense that they grew up desperately in the power of numerous troops and horses. You see, the grass everywhere is crazily flashing their light green luster. You see, the tree with thousands of gestures is stretching in the direction of the sun. Look, some of the unknown flowers on the balcony are in bud, and some are blooming beautifully, just like the beauties in the beauty contest who try their best to show their elegant demeanour and beauty on the stage of spring. Spring, Spring, you are my angel, you are my elf, you are my good friend! With you, my sky is no longer heavy rain, my world is no longer alone, and my heart is no longer dim and sad. I hope to see the sunshine. I am looking forward to the same feelings as spring, the same girl as spring, the same age as spring, and the same bright mood as spring! In the spring scenery, I am looking forward to my own sustenance and dream, and words are my life-saving straw. In the past, I didn’t think the charm of words was so great that I felt indifferent to them. I always think hard about the composition assigned by the teacher, but I can’t squeeze out any words. I am afraid of words. Maybe at that time, my thoughts were blank and I never liked to think about things. My feelings were like a vacuum bottle without any air flow. Loneliness, anger, hatred and sadness are the only things in my world. Somehow, the shadow of childhood came and went fast, perhaps buried faintly in the bottom of my heart, and I never knew how to break out. Still, childhood is lonely and happy. At least, I didn’t have enough to eat or warm to wear. Under the Contempt of my classmates, I walked alone in a sad world. In the face of parents, there are only complaints, friends, and others. In the face of the same kind, there are only things like a group of people. Words never share any of my emotions, such as loneliness, sadness, joy and happiness. The childhood of folding paper airplane should be a happy time full of happiness and fantasy. I think I should have folded the paper plane. I have also folded boats, Tigers and frogs, which should be happy! Running, crossing the 50-meter space at an extremely fast speed, as vigorous as flying, sweating and supercilious, which was once my pride! Fly over, toss back and forth on the horizontal bar, do difficult movements, a feeling that such actions leave me alone, always accompany me to the beginning of the flower season. Unfortunately, what’s the use of all these skills? In the end, I ended up with betrayal. Perhaps, I have never been abandoned, because I have never owned it! People, what is the saddest thing, I think nothing more than being abandoned again after owning! I used to dance under the blue sky and white clouds, wander in the joyful songs with hands, and flexibly rotate the racket in the air. Many wonderful and warm memories! Unfortunately, these memories do not belong to me. Is? But I have experienced and felt personally, why have I become so illusory? Until I was sitting alone in the park crying and sad for my miserable experience, suddenly, my emotion was expressed in the pond where tadpoles were swimming in spring and birds were singing affectionately, under the setting sun, the great shore of the tree, the small raindrops moistened the green life, and suddenly woven into an article full of emotion in my mind. From then on, I wrote all my joys and sorrows on the diary, and turned my attention to the famous works with excellent literary talent of newspapers and magazines. What a happy day it was. From then on, words became my friend instead of a vacuum without feeling. The airflow of emotion poured into the bottle of thoughts day by day, and gradually the small lake of words began to scale. There are fish swimming, aquatic plants swaying and flowers blooming. It was in the ocean of words that I learned Wang Meng, Qian Zhongshu, Jia Pingwa and Yu Qiuyu, and read Jane Eyre, Anna Karenina, besieged city and triple gate. Seeing the outside world is so dark: the hardship and discrimination of migrant workers in cities, the living dilemma of beggars, the obstacles and helplessness of farmers’ petitions, the sky is no longer blue and the lake water is no longer clear, the ozone layer of the Earth lacks a big hole. Not yet, not yet come to understand this world like a big dye vat, My world collapsed. The green rainy season irrigated too much water for my originally malnourished little tree and drowned a lot of fruits. In this flood, my body was buried by soil, unable to move or breathe, can’t be growing. A disaster that cannot be escaped is doomed to suffer this difficulty. Since then, the Lake of my words has dried up and turned into a desert. Year after year, one year after year, my world has collapsed. How can I cultivate the land of words? Books were discarded one by one. Magazines were piled up into mountains without reading a page. The paper was white and yellow, sold and bought, and could not write a word all the time. When the emptiness and loneliness were extremely expanding, I registered qq. I found out that apart from ugliness, there are so many relatives and friends who care about and support me in this world. They send greetings like snowflakes. A flower represents a good wish and a kiss, it represents a long-lost intimacy, a smile, and a deep goodwill. By chance, I played in my friend’s QQ space. Various kinds of articles were floating in front of my eyes. Some were in the mood, some were in love, some were in friendship, some were jokes, and some were in health care, there are delicious food and strange stories. Curiosity drives me to explore other people’s life interests and inner world. Happy, depressed, moved, and filled with emotional logs in my eyes, filtering into my heart and washing my soul. The words are as bright and touching as the drizzle in the spring of March. Vivid words one by one, affectionate words one by one, simple and sincere articles one by one, let my heart inject warmth like sunshine and coolness like drizzle. For a long time, for a long time, I haven’t been so carefree! The fragrance overflows in the space, and the sweetness is as sweet as the sweet dew. The flowers bloom quietly in the spring of the words; The pure color ink absorbs the sunshine and rain from all over the world. Words are like spring light. I use spring light to light up words. The affectionate writing made my uneven words like stones gradually smooth, and the situation that my words didn’t reach my meaning also improved. But when I was about to regain my confidence, I realized that, it turns out that I am still a seed that has just been reborn and sprouted from the frozen soil. I want to grow into a big tree and bloom flowers with fragrance and wine in the sunshine, you have to go through spring, autumn, winter and summer one after another. The difficulty lies in front of me, the center is not prominent, the words are too cumbersome, not fluent, and the structure is not rigorous. When I give my own articles to others for comments, all kinds of criticisms come in waves, I didn’t even know why I couldn’t write well. I didn’t have enough in my heart after writing. When I was confused, a literary friend gave me timely advice: words should be concise and concise, more modifications and more scrutiny. There is also a big brother who doesn’t think I am in trouble. He always gives me the correct reminder: Don’t live in your own world, pay more attention to the outside world, from yourself, and people outside of you. I have followed the words for several years and have been on and off for several years. Now, it can be regarded as a good result. It has become a hobby and a sustenance for me, and what I have been looking for is to write good articles one by one. I do not ask for remuneration, fame, or applause from flowers, but for it is a flower in my heart, which is bright and blooming in the spring! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city

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