I didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, but I listened to it all the time, and when I heard the song "In Spring" by the Rising Sun, I only felt a little ridiculous, but a friend texted me that this song in the spring was good, so I searched the Internet.

After watching their profiles and videos, I couldn't help but feel a little moist in my eyes, they are migrant workers at the bottom of the society, wandering singers, probably they never dreamed of performing on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, so they went out of tune, they shed tears, but they are the most eye-catching scene on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, the years are like a rushing river, gone forever, some people go with the flow and compromise with reality, but they are still insisting, they succeeded, and sang vigorously and vigorously on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

I think of the summer of 1999, when my brothers and I worked together on a construction site, we smashed watermelons with our fists on unfinished buildings to eat, boiled bath water with electrified hacksaw blades in gasoline drums, squatted on the ground and ate vegetables in pots, and they got up early and left their homes to make life a little better. Brothers who ate watermelon with me, are you all right?

I still remember in the spring of those years,

The damp air-raid shelter guest house in Jinan is full of beds hung with mosquito nets, and the printed quilts can be pinched out of the water, only five yuan a night;

The streets of Weiqiao Textile Group are filled with tens of thousands of young men and women, wearing cheap clothes with meteor showers printed on their backs, and eating fast food for five cents a piece;

Under the scorching sun at the gate of Xintai Zhangzhuang Power Plant, I was wearing leather shoes with broken soles and eating melted chocolate, waiting for the factory director to settle the payment;

On the streets of Panjin, a group of laid-off workers wearing cotton jackets and copying their hands are waiting for work;

In the dark night of winter in Zhongwei, Ningxia, that bowl of hot beef ramen;

Fushun Petroleum No. 2 Plant re-urged the sudden fire and lifeless escape on the exhaust gas incinerator;

green fields in the drizzle outside the Xiangtan Power Plant;

The streets of Beijing, Shanxi, Hubei at night, are full of endless food stalls and dense motorcycles;

the unforgettable figure among the wrecked ships and endless wildflowers on the Hankou River beach;

In my family's demolished old house, those days when I ate cucumbers and fried stinky and drank beer, the doors were full of bicycles, and every night was full of friends;

And countless days and nights spent on trains and highways, how are you doing, brothers.

As the song goes, I had nothing at that time, but it was the happiest time of my life.

I think, maybe it's because of these experiences that I have the book Orange and Red Age, but I don't think it's enough, in the top post of the Shadow Leader, there are so many readers' experiences, each paragraph is ordinary and great, making people sigh and cry, but I don't have the pen to express their stories.

This is a great era, because of the Internet, thanks to the Internet, she gave everyone who works silently and adheres to the ideal stage, when I sit in front of the stage of the press conference, looking at the reporters and fans below, I have also been like the Rising Sun masculine brothers, excited to can't help themselves, dream this thing, will always be the most precious thing in life, stick to the dream, there is a dream, there is tomorrow!

Drink some wine and chatter, everyone is not surprised to mention these bitter things on the first day of the new year.

Riding School

Feb 3, 2011 at 3 a.m