During this period, he asked the landlord to add a kidney flower, because the waist flower at noon tasted really good. Fresh waist flowers, chili peppers are picked by the old woman in the field behind the mountain, as long as you wash with water, pop and cut into small dices, and the waist flowers together in the hot oil pot for a while, it doesn't take a long time, what you want is the taste of stir-frying, and it is quickly on the table, and the color and fragrance all stimulate everyone's taste buds. Even butterflies, who don't like to eat kidney flowers and other internal organs, couldn't help but move their chopsticks, and in a blink of an eye, a pot of kidney flowers bottomed out.

The only thing left in the celadon retro plate is oil, water and chili peppers.

Although it was the middle of summer, the nights in the mountains were naturally cooler than in the cities. After eating, after drinking tea, the time is not early, everyone has no sleep, the old horse proposed to walk in the mountains, the diving birds and butterflies are upright and excited, how can they have the heart to sleep, the group walked along the mountain road.

The butterflies wandered by in the afternoon, and she was really bored to sit at that time, so she followed a naughty hen to the mountain, and behind the mountain was all the farmer's own self-mined land, planted loofahs, grapes, cucumbers, cowpeas and other climbing vegetables, and the ground grew small cabbage, and eggplant, which looked inconspicuous, but when it came to the table, the natural deliciousness was immediately apparent.

There is a big chicken coop behind the mountain, and there are many chickens in it, and they are chasing, noisy, and in love, and they are strung around the trees and under the trees. Because the rain was too heavy, the butterfly still returned to the terrace, sat on the rattan chair, and looked at the mountain mist in the distance, because of the rain, the clouds and water vapor mixed into a ball, misty, ethereal, changing various postures, the butterfly suddenly thought of the verse: I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I was born in this mountain. The mountains are hidden by clouds and mist, but they are particularly beautiful. The butterfly also remembered Hemingway's iceberg creation principle, indeed, whether it is people or things, only if there is room for perfection.

At that time, the farmer and his wife were complaining to each other, but they were not paying attention, and the fish in the pond ran away because the water was overflowing. The two of them looked down the mountain vigorously, and the butterflies also ran over to see, where is there still a trace?

The old horse led them down the mountain, which was dark on all sides, and occasionally they could meet a few mountain people going up the mountain together. To be honest, the mountain road at night is not easy to walk at all, because of the darkness that you can't see your fingers, the butterfly can be regarded as a teacher.

Suddenly, the butterfly heard the diving bird crying out there: "Look, it's a firefly." ”

Sure enough, there were many bright spots in the darkness ahead, flying and shaking along the ridge, like angels in fairy tales. When the butterfly grew so big, it was the first time I saw a firefly with my own eyes, so I was naturally very excited. But when I look at it, I only see light and shadow, but it moves like a dream. It's right in front of you, but your eyes are gone. Don't even want to capture it, that bit of beauty only wanders at your fingertips.

By the time they walked quickly, those little halos had quickly drifted up the hill and dispersed, and they were gone in a blink of an eye.

It was still pitch black all around, and in the darkness they were chatting endlessly, the scene when they worked together, the story of Mingyue and Zygote, as well as Wan Qi's old man's magazine, the stock market, and the house...... It's more about emotion, those passing years, the youth taken away, and the changeable feelings.

By the time everyone was a little confused, the night was already dark......

This summer, the diving bird spent time in a small town out of town, and he went to work there. That year, the whole south was so hot that it was about to smoke, and it was past the beginning of autumn, and the heat waves were wave after wave, and the daily broadcast of the meteorological station was still reserved, and it could not be said that the maximum temperature today was 50 degrees Celsius? It's almost time to catch up with Dubai, that mirage in the desert, but the country has money, and the advantage of more money is that all the impossible can become a reality, and all the reality continues to move towards the dream, and all the dreams are challenging the limits of human beings. It is said that some beggars dream of going there to beg because the roads are full of multimillionaires.

O City of God!

It's true?

The south here is like hell, the sun scorches the earth every day, and the whole city is like meat on an iron plate, sizzling and smoking. The white concrete floor, the hot feeling is transmitted to your whole body through the soles of your shoes, and after a while, the sweat flows silently. Everyone hid in the air-conditioned room, and there were no people on the road, let alone people who came to buy a house and look at the house.

What the diving bird does is to write copywriting to promote the house, but in the empty sales hall, the salespeople are bored, and every day is a day. Those of them who do copywriting are hiding in the pyramid, distressed somehow.

The diving bird rode his bicycle to work every day, and here he finally learned the bicycle he had dreamed of for many years, and he originally thought that he should ride his bicycle through the narrow alleys full of ancient legends at dusk on a beautiful day. And now he is commuting to work in pain with a fierce head, and he is more like a rickshaw driver. Bend your waist for five buckets of rice.

Before coming here, the diving bird was more or less disappointed, because he wanted to find a chance to get along with the butterfly for a while, but in the end it was fruitless, and the butterfly's indifference made him lose the courage to confess. And on the speeding high-speed rail, he is full of longing, longing for this strange city, and yearning for a new life to come.

After coming, everything went according to the state of life made him fall into helplessness again, and the main thing is that this small city is really bad, that kind of crude and stale atmosphere from the corners of the streets and alleys, and then permeate the whole city, although many places have broken ground, many high-rise buildings have been erected, the modern foreign atmosphere and the decay and decadence of this city since ancient times have merged into a strange smell, in short, let you feel wrong anywhere.

Well! It doesn't taste right at all. The first feeling of diving birds off the high-speed rail is this.

At first, I thought it might be because I had been in the big city for a long time, but then I thought it was like that. The evolution of the whole city is not advancing slowly, but in a hurry, wanting to quickly fade the underwear of its poor identity and put on a dress, but it shows its feet in the bottom, and finally makes it nondescript.

The excitement was swept away, and there were many complicated feelings in my heart, and I suddenly felt more attached to the departed city, and the familiar face there, beautiful, elegant, always slightly pale, and incomprehensible looks, at this moment I think of it as warm as a relative.

Why come here, it's all about the money.

Yes, the diving bird tells himself: money, is fucking God.

Obviously, money is the best spiritual support, supporting him to gradually adapt to the working environment here, get used to the way of life here, fight against the unpalatable food here, and the stupid women here.

At this time, the whole continent is in full swing with a heat wave of real estate development, and this small city is naturally no exception. Just like the gold rush in the United States and the subsequent extraction of oil, gold eaters flocked to the land, holding shovels, hoes and various tools to dig for their personal gold dreams.