xiao diao

Since I wrote that article [Xiao Diao reminds me of my 18 years old], my aunt has always wanted to write something more for you. I saw what you wrote that day, and you mentioned my little aunt twice in the article. Thinking of your wandering life and amazing talent, you have been walking fearlessly and impatiently. You suddenly said that you wanted to slow down and walk slowly. Aunt really wanted to cry, I want to have another conversation with you with a pen. I don’t know why I put it down. Until yesterday, I went to see your photo. That photo of you in the background of rape flowers is really good. It is totally different from the previous temperament and image, he is a melancholy and quiet singer, singing songs incompatible with the world with your maverick. If you like, I really want to post that photo in this article. Under your wild appearance, you have a careful heart, your black and white photos, the test papers you answered, the square characters you wrote, the stubborn ponies you wrote, aunt once said: I didn’t believe that horse was a pictographic character until I saw the horse character you wrote. Those little horses ran forward stubbornly with their necks as you did. You walked out of Nanxin town full of rape flowers, carrying a heavy guitar, and of course, the legendary big cat with tiger skin standing on your neck. When you walk from one city to another, I know they are not the destination, but the station where you rest. Your road is all the way to the northwest, which is the mysterious Potala under the pure blue sky, it is the Lancang River flowing out of Heaven and The Motuo that many people exchange their lives for freedom. Go to Motuo, that is your highest ideal at this stage. I know no one can stop you, even though the moon is red. You always call your mother to take care of Yue Hong, a Yue, a Hong. To be honest, I envy your mother and son. You treat each other as bosom friends at the same time. Only when you mention a Yue can you be happy and simple like a child. When I first met you, your name was: Flower walking freely. I will leave a message to you: you are indeed a flower, and you must walk freely. You immediately wrote in the Talk: Little aunt said: I am flowers, and you must walk freely. I know I should persuade you to slow down, but I know I can’t do it. Your experience and personality are destined to live a different life and live a desolate and painful youth. I can’t persuade you, but I can only quietly pay attention to all your dynamics. I hope you can slow down and try to accept that everything in this world is unhappy, disliked and displeased. Bad cynicism will hurt me, but sorry, I am the same as you. I don’t want to change it, and I can’t change it. From Kunming to Taian, to Yangzhou, is there Shanghai? And Liaoning Chaoyang. When you go to the morning sun, you must have gone with longing. I only remember that when you came back, in the galloping train, looking at the rain on the window, thousands of mountains and rivers camped in your heart, in Eyes backwards. Soon you wrote [need to walk slowly]. Looking at those calm words, I feel that you have really grown up. Another day, you said that you had a physical examination and had a backache. It seemed that the trip to Tibet would be postponed, which was also the meaning of Ah Yue. Somehow, I began to secretly rejoice in my heart. Maybe I didn’t want you to go to Tibet at such a young age in my subconscious mind. Tibet is a mysterious and distant place. To go there is to let the soul go to heaven and the body go to hell. It is enough for a man to go once in his life, not necessarily at the age of 21. You said: Go to Tibet without company or communication tools. In fact, as you know, that may not work at all. Although life is very short, it is a long walk. Don’t worry, walk slowly and watch quietly. Every day is the only day, and every road is irreplaceable. You should learn to enjoy it along the way, rather than go straight to the destination. You have been walking with your guitar on your back, singing those tired and firm songs. The days are long, the journey is long, and it goes slowly. I know that what a Yue gives you is advice, so does Aunt. You are you, sometimes cynic and sometimes literary. Even if you slow down, you will definitely reach the destination, because you are a boy coming out of Nanxin town, with the smell of rape flowers on your body, carrying your beloved guitar, walking and singing all the way, speak for your youth and dreams. You once wrote down your name on a piece of snow: Diao Konka. Spring elimination snow

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