Ann is a special child, trapped in the web, belonging to broken words.

The hibiscus bloomed in the poor spine of the girl that season, and the twenty years of streamers were crushed into the slender fingers. How can the slanting light that sweeps the bouquet write all the yellowed eaves, and how can the hoarse Sheng Xiao smooth the bumpy heart.

A child in a cotton shirt with clog buttons in 2007. Walk in the hustle and bustle of the train waiting hall. The phone rang, gentle, with a sparkling sharpness.

You're still here, Lin said.

Ann smiled, in the bright and turbid air of the hall, this child in black dress pants, tired and quiet, like a fragrant bone blooming in the shadows. Lugging a heavy suitcase alone, to run for another child.

It is the rainy season in this city. The two people walking in the rain are like a black and white photo, silent, and do not belong to this noisy world. The flying thoughts were left on the old photos like dust, only to find that the years are like a brocade, and the time is like a carp.

While Lin was writing the program, Ann coded words in another room. Both doors are open. Both were barefoot and buried in their own business. They all drink a lot of coffee, and the air is always filled with the rich aroma of Nescafe.

During the meal, neither of them likes to talk, just like the silence during a walk, and a strange tacit understanding is reached.

Lin said, when will I go back. Ann didn't look up, her fingers still shaking quickly on the keyboard. Click. Click.

Sit all night at the KFC 24-hour store. Tilt your head sideways and point happily. Orange juice. Drumstick. Hamburg. Then the things were laid out overnight until Ann left at dawn.

Many times like this, Ann always sits cross-legged, and what she has on her lap is always the Lenovo G450 with a silver-rimmed shell.

Lin said, you shouldn't always be like this. Ann didn't refute, but life still went on like this. Life is so unhurried, I am like this day by day, I have been moved, I have had heartache, and more of the confusion in the hope of the future...

They climbed the wall into a European-style building area with a fence covered with green totems. Buildings are white. There is a pointed top that points straight to the blue of the sky, and it is very imposing. Large tracts of roses are waiting to wither, drunk with their last youth. Spicy and crazy.

Resting on the almost yellowed lawn, he let the fragmented sunlight cut by the leaves beat wildly on his face and body until he was gone. Big clouds. Gentle and fierce wind.

Ann looked at the sky, at the high-rise buildings presented upside down. He squinted his eyes and said, good night.

Lin wasn't around. In fact, Ann seems to have always been alone. Holding that association, Ann told intentionally or unintentionally. All day and day, day and night. Whether it's in a KFC store, in a room, or in an unknown place now.

From the moment Ann came to the city, Ann was a person. Only Lenovo. One man's world, singing in a low voice. Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that there is an end to everything... Ann said, good night. Lin replied with a smile, good night.

Ann's fingers typed out the last sentence on the keyboard. Life can't just be as first seen, fireworks dazzle the sky, but can't burn the dandelion flying thoughts, with a quarter of my life to outline the hope of the vine, no wings, bare hands to climb! Smile knowingly.

There are many stories of Ann, and it is difficult to tell them all for a while, in these stories that she has experienced in the past, Ann has been happy, and she has been injured, and those sad things that have been embedded in the bone marrow have already made him bruised all over his body, and it is almost impossible to forget.

Wu Yong felt Ann's past, and didn't know how to comfort this sensitive girl, of course, what he didn't understand was why this girl would find him and let him go through her experience.

Wu Yong didn't ask.

He didn't know where to start.

Wu Yong continued to walk through An's heart and understood her more and more.

The more he understood, the more aware Wu Yong became of Ann's sensitivity and her sentimentality.

Ann has a lot of things on her mind, and she can always imagine some ordinary things beautifully.

The snow in the forecast is not falling, the humidity in the air is very high, the temperature is very low, and the sensory protection of the bones of the bare skin is nothing.

When the firecrackers are noisy, the fireworks have to be ready to go. Only the hot mist churning out of the jar of halogen medicine in the kitchen, carrying the fragrance of medicine, told me that another year is coming.

Year. Year after year.

It is said that there is no New Year's flavor, but they are all happy to visit relatives and friends. It's like the wine in the bar, they all say that they don't smell of alcohol, but they are all in the sea drinks, and their faces are red. Ann is in the taste of the New Year, which is less than a year, tasting the alcohol content that is higher than a year.

Year. The beginning of the year, the end of the year. The end of the year, the outlook of the year. Every year, Ann has to accumulate one more year of emotion.

Ann said that in those years, Ann was in a hurry.

I still remember the singing on the swing on the playground in those years of elementary school, and now, the heartstrings have quietly played a hazy movement.

I still remember the past years of middle school, those unknown, indescribable, gently, like vines, as cool as the summer breeze; Sweet, like an unbreakable fragrance, inexhaustible attachment, indulged in the heart of the water town.

In those years, the fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve filled the night sky, and every year was better than the other. But who knows, who sees, who understands, and who writes down the bright eyes. I thought I was young and long, and I didn't bother to pay attention to the passing years. The mottled memories are old.

The palm of the hand is opened, and then closed, and it can't pick up the broken snowflakes left all over the ground, one by one, shining like a vow. Melt.

Those years, Ann passed those years in a hurry.

The whispers in my ears deeply engraved some words that should have been whispered and sung on the peace of mind. Maybe Ann's words are different, but Ann, who is the same age, has gradually seen through these with a quarter of her life: only when she breaks the beauty does she know how to be nostalgic; inverted the hourglass to understand that you can't catch time; No matter how heavy the oath is, it can't be worth the passing years. Time was in a hurry, and finally took away the yesterday when An Zengjin held hands.

Everyone's gaze, like looking at things in water, will refract the gaze of searching for eternal happiness to the distance and to other places. In the happiness of others in the distance, find your own unhappy life, find the beautiful surface of the utensils after lacquer dyeing, and find a kind of delusional sweetness. but blind to the contentment that is within reach.

These, in fact, Ann understands. But in life, An Du chose not to understand.

In those years, Ann was in a hurry. The wine in those years was the touch of the flavor of the year, which gave Ann more ideas and vitality, to catch up, to approach, to delusion, and even to be obsessed with the distant side, the present place elsewhere.

The change of days is a speeding gear, leaving no vertical and horizontal ruts, but squeezing out the tracks of memory. There is no feast in the world that will not be separated, and best friends will always face separation, but when they have bags on their backs, they can only say goodbye to each other's backs, wave softly and say goodbye.

Ann's sensitivity is mainly reflected in saying goodbye, she will not say goodbye, so she will never open her heart to others, because she feels that as long as she does not hug, she will never have to separate.

At dusk, the amber sunset reflects the lights in the night wind, elongating the figure of all things.

It's time to go back, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't be kept fresh all the time, waiting for you to watch them one by one. Then let it die at the end of the pupil and be permanently fixed on the curtain of the heart!

When the girl turned to leave, she left a faint glance behind her.

Behind. The old man, with his back bent. Time has been staggered, piling up furrows on his face. The mist lingered between the eyes of the two of them, the same light brown, the same depth, the same melancholy... It's just that the girl's brighter pupils are flowing with vicissitudes, but the old man's cloudy eyes are full of yesterday's retrospective, today's leader, tomorrow's admiration!

The girl hooked the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly, and the formulaic perfect arc was full of bitterness. The old man's lazy cheeks were slightly frowned, but they were full of simplicity and fullness in simplicity.

The faded canopy of heaven opened its eyes, full of sadness and desolation, looking around at the farce that was being staged in the world in turn. At this time, if there are two thunderstorms, but there is no rain, it is really a scene of mourning.

In the girl's eyes, the moon is still bright, even if it is the vicissitudes of the sea, it is still the Tuan Luan that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. In the eyes of the old man, the moon is more beautiful and charming, with a light tulle cage, sweeping the oblique window, three turns around the bamboo, and falling into a dream.

The girl's indifferent expression concealed a misty cloud-like sorrow, and there was vaguely visible hope like a mirror flower of the water and moon, but this was very little, but it was still constantly lost in the hourglass. There is no wood on the old man's face, no gloom, some are calm and unchanging.

There was not a single wrinkle on the girl's smooth skin, but the old man's forehead and cheeks were crisscrossed by deep furrows. The carving of the years has made the old man's current crane face, and it has also outlined the old man's contented smile. The girl is not whitewashed, but her slightly childish face is full of confused tots spreading...

They are so close that they can feel each other's temperature as soon as they reach out. They are far away, and the two faces that gradually coincide read the majesty of the passage of time!

What lies between them is not a river, not a mountain, but countless days and nights of meditation, countless unforgettable experiences, countless epiphany after making mistakes, countless early morning anticipation, countless falls after picking up the soles of their feet, countless rugged journeys through the world...

The night breeze blew and woke up the slightly tipsy world. The girl knew that smoothing the wrinkles of the old man was nonsense. The old man knew that it was imperative to smooth out the wrinkles of the girl's heart.

From a girl to an old man, there will be the brilliance of flowers, the sadness of the broken spirit flag, the danger of the stormy waves, the ruggedness of the bumpy road, the confidence that is bound to be won, and the misery of escaping... It's just that what remains unchanged is the old saying, how far the dream is, how far the footprints can be all over the place, how high the heart is, how high the stage can be cast!

At this time, there is only one step along the way, but the girl needs to walk steadily for dozens of spring and autumn! Until the vicissitudes of the world disappear into the cycle of the rising sun and the lack of the moon, until the siege in her heart turns into an ethereal bubble in the sun! At that time, the girl is the old man, and the old man is the girl.

Ann has already set off and embarked on a hunting journey to find. Along the way, there were so many sleepless lights guiding Ann's voyage. The comforting words of parents, the arms of friends, the earnest teachings of teachers, the encouraging eyes of others...

Many times, when the softness of the heart is touched, the whole body will beat rhythmically with the heartbeat. I know that feeling is called excitement, an epiphany after a long period of confusion, detachment after galloping setbacks, a pulse after a shallow taste of transcendence, and a vigorous moment when turning the tide!

Along the way, from ignorance to understanding, to familiarity. Ann has experienced constant changes in her senses, feeling the subtle differences everywhere, and the things that touch your senses may never change, but have become just a heart of curiosity.

Close your eyes for clear peace of mind.

The old man looked at it and smiled until the prosperity was over. What is stirring in my heart is the comfort after the song is finished...

Perhaps, at the end of this journey, you will not look back and see the fruitful fruits, but you must see the sweat and tears of struggle flowing between the roots, which is the most condensed sketch engraved on the curtain of time with the pen of hard work, and the most natural song that you burst out on the field of space with the voice of perseverance!

The girl Ann has always been a sad girl, and her ordinary life has always been squeezed out of her tears of sadness.

While listening to the sound of peace of mind, Wu Yong couldn't help but feel distressed.

It was Ann's envisioned world, she went to college, and on campus, she let her youth fly wantonly.

Bidding farewell to the green window and red tears, the light moon is deep and the lights are deep, Ann has already had a perfect "encounter" with the university with a new attitude. Has the hustle and bustle of yesterday disappeared with the chirping of the cicadas in the boiling summer? Has Ann, who likes the non-mainstream, immersed in the small space of the Ferris wheel, feeling the fullness and passion of spring and autumn?

Freed from the shackles, Ann regained the right to breathe freely. The galloping blood ruthlessly washed away the former oath, like a wild horse that was out of control, frantically smashing the lonely fence of captivity, intending to step out of the prosperity. It's just that Ann, like a calf born, still doesn't understand that thinness is the highest symbol of maturity.

Dead vines, old trees, autumn water, autumn moon. The thinness of autumn is accompanied by the echo of the moon shadow, bathed in the indifference of the evening breeze, and the lightness climbs into people's hearts, which is just sad. Melts away the sticky night, and gets close to the fragile nerves of the person. In such a season of longing, is the sky high and refreshing, and the colorful indifferent artistic conception more timeless and charming than the bright spring colors and shady summer scenes?

"Indifference in interpersonal relationships is very different from indifference." Rong Ruo's song "If life is only as first seen" once pulled my nerves strongly, making me search, think, and comprehend. It turns out that this beautiful conjecture just shows that "only people of insight who have been through the wind and dust for a long time and boiled out their appetites can understand what real indifference is."

Only those who have experienced it understand that life is short. In college, Ann should never interpret this flowering season into a bone-loving chattering adventure. When I walked in, the flowers were splendid, the swallows sang and the butterflies danced, and the beauties under the lamp were like jade, and when I woke up, I found that the place I was in was just a lonely and deserted village, and the spirit was in a trance for a long time.

From now on, be a calm and happy person!

Converge the flamboyant spirit, abandon the cowardly flow, hold up the courage of the body, let go of the persistent spirit, and never give up, to create a backbone that belongs to An!

What is true indifference? Leisure in college will force Ann to understand this real and meaningful question.

Compared with high school, college has more and more pure self-directed time, but when it comes to the use of time, Ann is very uneasy. The tendency to read is a process of accumulation and change. In the process of accumulation and change, An will slowly comprehend the true meaning of indifference, learn to grow, and learn to mature.

Reading is also like an encounter between lovers, and the eyes are flowing. Gradually. The affection that is only frowned upon but in the heart will evolve into a kind of imprint, deeply seared in the heart, so strong that there is no way to avoid it. In this way, I don't feel bored seeing each other every day.

Ann is not a saint, and cannot be pure in heart and desires. When the lanterns were first on, facing the tranquility of the green lantern scrolls, the indifference of the rain hitting the windowsill, and the loneliness of "the cold painting screen of the residual blood condensation, and the plum flute has been three watches". Your people will be lonely, but your heart will wake up. Open your eyes a little bit, intending to break through the shackles of your heart and indulge yourself, after all, how easy is it to refuse a flower event and be heartwarming?

However, Ann always remembered the words of Francis Meyers: Although people know that the life they have now is not the life they want, people will still give up on change because of fear or laziness...

So, does the changed Ann still have the capital to turn around gorgeously again?

If there is no way to get it back, then nip the initial indulgence in the bud! Don't wait until you really sink and find it difficult to extricate yourself before you regret it, but you have no power to return to heaven.

Ann is very aware of this, but in real life, he has a different process.

As the old saying goes: those who are not virtuous cannot be far away. If you are not big, you can't see it!

Success cannot be achieved overnight, and there is no such thing as chance or luck. Successful people all have the same material characteristics of success!

People uphold different concepts of life, pass through different coastal landscapes, expand different survival situations, tell different life processes, but they also climb to the peak of destiny. What does it depend on? self-confidence, diligence, perseverance, seriousness, and those good qualities!

Setbacks are life's passbook. Maybe Ann, who just finished her freshman year

I have tasted the bile of frustration, but a heart that is still burning is indispensable for all sweet fruits before ripening!

Psychologists say that today is an inspirational time. In fact, there is no shortage of such examples around Ann!

In the future study and life, we should not only see our own shortcomings and strive to pursue them, but also see the flashes around us and learn their character.

When book editors are painstakingly searching for arguments, and when everyone is flocking to those inspirational books, have you ever thought about how poetic frustration is for us?

Ann never thought about this, she was exhausted as long as she thought about how to spend the whole day in peace.

And Ann, who is exhausted, has no extra energy to think about what more and better herself should look like...