No Xu

In a flash, the taste of the year is getting farther and farther, and the spring tide is approaching. After a carnival, the days will eventually return to calm. Unlike the green one downstairs in the office, which is evergreen all the year round, the inner entanglement about movement and quietness is like the transition of this season, and there is no clue because of the knot, I didn’t know what to do and what would happen in the new year because I didn’t have a clue, so I felt empty in my heart. I know this is because there is no goal, no plan and no sense of direction. If we change farmers, we have already planned which fields to plant which kind of rice in spring and which fields need water storage; If we change migrant workers, I am afraid that I am already busy on the assembly line of the factory, on the dusty construction site and on the tall scaffold. Sometimes I am squatting, standing or leaning when I am idle, or talking about interesting things we met during the Spring Festival while walking, there are also many people from all walks of life who are busy and full of idlers just like me, such as a little Gui Huo wandering on the edge of Yin and Yang, it seems so lonely and redundant. But there are not many opportunities like this in a year, just like the seeds buried under the ground in early spring, waiting for a spring breeze to wake up, waiting for a spring rain to moisten, then it covered the earth like the grass in the field. The life of Walking Dead is also very good. It is not specific to worry about a certain thing, nor is it specific to be happy about a certain thing. It is just walking without salt or light, and occasionally some Shadows float in front of you, sometimes it can be understood as the smoke of history, sometimes it can be understood as a familiar face, sometimes it can be understood as the desert Wall in northern Saibei, and sometimes it can be understood as a crowded water town in Jiangnan. It has passed the worry period of being overcrowded in the scenic spot. No matter how many people there are, no matter how many shops there are, it does not prevent you from sitting alone beside the water in a daze, and such a daze is not like a young man who misses someone specially, planning to rush to a date and thinking about giving him an unexpected gift. When I miss someone, my heart must be full, like the flowing water by the river, which makes the old elder grow longer, and my eyes become sad. When going to a date, you have to plan the time and place, and give gifts carefully. However, a person was alone in a daze, just like a cloud passing by in the sky. Everything happened on the ground was so bare without trace, regardless of where he was or where time went. Such a day is very decadent, just like leaning against the window on rainy days and listening to a soothing song. Because there is no lyrics, you don’t quite understand the author’s intention, just like duckweed drifting with the current. There is no stove, no conversation object, only the endless rain outside the window. There is no sign of the coming of this moment, maybe after a drink, or after dealing with something, it is like a suddenly broken string, then it will be shrouded in some kind of mood for several consecutive days. When you walk, you will kick stones on the ground without any reason, and you will sit on the hotel’s basin and wash your feet and laugh suddenly, I would stare at the TV for a long time without knowing what I was watching, and suddenly forgot a word when typing, just like a group of people who didn’t know where the thread end was left. The days of walking dead are extravagant. Don’t rush home in a hurry, don’t rush to jump for something, don’t worry about whether your stomach is hungry or your throat is dry, whether the stock has fallen, whether the housing price has risen, and whether the war has come. It is a faint part left in the crowd, a morning bell and drum ringing in the afterglow of the incense, and a trace of smoothness left after years of polishing. Such a day is also true. It forms a part of our life and is caught off guard. It does not need to be disguised, but is presented casually in front of you, making you optional. Life has a variety of tastes, each taste has its own unique taste, each taste must not be the whole of life, maybe a phone call, a text message, a talk, an unexpected thing will interrupt the order of life, our thoughts and thoughts, my beauty of Walking Dead, and then I will be coerced, entered another time and space without hesitation, February 24th, 2014

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