In high school, I didn't have too many plans, I didn't have too many illusions, I was confused, groggy, and here I am.

Our school is on the southwestern edge, bordering Myanmar, and more than half of the people on the street next to the school are Burmese businessmen. There are many jade markets of all kinds, and there are no less than 100 large and small ones. Not only is there a jade market, but also tea and coffee, both of which are also abundant. The market here is full of people, and strangers from other places like to come here to try their luck and maybe seize any business opportunities.

It's the first time I've been to such a lively place, but I think it's very interesting, and I ask a few friends to hang around when I have something to do, and I see all kinds of items and people of all shapes. Of course, there are the largest Burmese people here.

I remember that there is a large-scale jade shop here, called Xunyuan Pavilion, which contains all kinds of jade and antiques, and it is really eye-opening to walk in.

And we have a large number of ethnic minorities here, and the Dai people led by various ethnic groups living in the area, there are countless Buddhism and large and small white pagodas, and the inheritance of classics, some will even ring the lonely bell, the bell is sparse, let people recall infinite sadness.

And for me, everything is very new.

Buddhism here is very good, visitors must take off their shoes and wash the dust when they enter the door, and there is a legal person at the door who will give you a comparison and a comparison. Then you should not speak loudly inside, and when you see the Buddha, you should bow your head as a sign of respect. The most taboo thing is that you can't take pictures, or you have some evil thoughts, so I feel a little scared every time I go.

As for the white tower, it is only built between the mountains and fields, the whole body is golden, the head is round, and the Arhat is carved at two meters of the tower body, and the postures are different, and I don't know the meaning. These are just the customs of the Dai people, and there may not be much content in them.

The older you get, the more lonely you become. In high school, friendship is not just about you being good to me, I'm good to you. And these friendships that are intervened with impurities can make people feel emotionally disturbed. I don't like purposeful friendships, people approach me, I don't shy away, and over time, I don't take the initiative anymore.

In an unfamiliar environment, I had no friends to find, and I had nothing to say.

"Didn't you have a tablemate?" A strange boy looked at me and said.

I watched his slender fingers show white skin, a very artistic head shape, dressed in a suit of sportswear, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, high nose bridges, and most notable are the zombie teeth in the corners of his mouth, which makes him look more fairytale.

"Uh-huh......" I nodded a little confused.

He put the book on the table with one hand, and we didn't say much.

It was my first high school classmate and a close friend of mine in the future.

In the end, I had no choice but to exchange a few words with him.

This conversation is endless. First of all, my two hobbies are roughly the same, such as reading poetry, watching movies, sketching, sketching, and practicing calligraphy, and even listening to music tastes are roughly the same, but unfortunately he is above me.

Secondly, he also prefers to be quiet, does not like lively places, or desperately expresses himself, and even has some aesthetic sentimentality.

In the end, the two of me who knew each other in the class were lonely.

This makes us cherish this rare fate even more.

And one thing that is different from him is that he likes to look at some antique paintings or something, and he does not reject this.

His name is Hua Nan, he was born in the countryside like me, and he only ran so far to fulfill his college dream for his parents.

Then we talk about everything.

In high school, we were in the prime of life and young and ambitious, and we always thought that if I was given a fulcrum, I could really pry an earth, and I always thought that with my hands, I could live freely and happily. In short, I have no intention of continuing to study, looking at the vast road ahead, I can't wait for the future, I always want to open the door to move forward first, take a look at my future, my life.

During the holiday that year, I decisively chose to stay in the county and find a part-time job.

But what I didn't expect was that with my own hands, I couldn't live very freely, and I was miserable.

Work, the surface is incomparably tall, incomparably good, but in my opinion, it is just a kind of obscene life for people, no dignity, no freedom, no want to say it, no want to do it, it turns out that everything is just their own ideal fantasy, this is my perception of those non-standard private enterprises, just my personal arrogance, because many people, are still here to insist, that is they still believe, persistence is a victory, but also an attitude.

After working part-time, I no longer felt that I could support myself with my own hands, in short, this is the case now, and I don't know about the future, and I don't want to know.

I suddenly felt that something was ridiculous, and many people desperately wanted to know what their future would be, and then tried all kinds of means. But in my opinion, the future is unknowable, and even if it is, then why should we rush to achieve it, it is better to go with the flow.

I used to want to know my destiny, my future. But that time, my father took me to a fortune teller and said to my father, "Remember to travel far away." "My dad was scared, and after that, I didn't get to hike to another country?

But now, I'm still safe and sound. However, my father slowly forgot about it.

Knowing fate, or fake fate, what can you do? Since then, I have lost my affection for fortune tellers, and I always feel that they are all cheating people out of money and worrying people.

Superstition is still practiced in the village, but the fate of anyone has not been accurately calculated.

I went back to school early, alone, quietly, and thinking a lot.

This winter, it was still snowing heavily, and the aunt in charge of the dormitory was afraid that I would be frozen, so she gave me a pot of carbon.

When I opened the window and looked at the snow-crushed willow branches beside the lake on campus, there were still lonely old birds struggling to feed, but I was full of emotion.

Raise your pen and write:

The cold smoke of winter surrounds the slanting lonely willows, and the wind sweeps the surface of the lake.

The old finches are difficult to find when they are out of the group, and the body is cold and the wings are wet.

It was difficult to walk for several miles, and he was exhausted and weakened.

Even if you are poor and die of strength, you must fight to break through the sky.

Then he laughed at himself a little, he could only write sentences, not poetry, raise his pen, scribble, and entertain himself.

I like poems very much, such as Lu Xun's "Hengmei coldly pointed at a thousand husbands, bowed his head and was willing to be a son of a cow." "Life is inevitably a little more ridiculous.

There are still a few days left to leave school. I still have to live alone, so I found some verses and envied them.