(a)

On a snowy day, when the "senior brother" was making a bird's nest on the bed in the graduate dormitory, Chang Xia was running around looking for a job. Occasionally, go to school to find a "senior brother". But in the subsequent busyness of work, it was like a snowman piled up on a snowy day, and the crystal virtual image had already turned into a dead river under the vicious sun.

At any time, you can't put the "future" in a container at this moment and let it obediently wait for you to pick it up. The container of time cannot hold the future, but can only hold the past.

But there is a vague suction in the vague future, attracting the hands to choose a certain direction in multiple latitudes. In the dark, there is always a force pulling Chang Xia forward.

The last time I went to find the "senior brother". "Senior brother" took Chang Xia to bask in the sun on the grass by the river.

If there is no existence of this "senior brother", then she may have failed the graduate school entrance examination and will never return. Even if she accidentally thinks of the unwillingness in her heart, probably because of reality, she will forget that she may go further and further on the road of sales, sales representatives, sales supervisors, sales managers, the highest level is like Bai Xian later, as a marketing director.

But there has always been intermittent contact with the "senior brother", and when she seemed to forget, the "senior brother" asked her to remember it again, until that afternoon by the river, which made her pour out her heart.

Chang Xia is unconsciously digging the undercurrent of life for himself. Until this undercurrent gushes out.

It's coming, so let's read in peace of mind when isolated from the world.

When he was by Bai Xian's side, Chang Xia was a sleepy insect. Snooze is not due to laziness, she is convinced that the god of sleep can cleanse her skin and make it white and translucent.

The sharp alarm clock ringing is like a needle tip, poking at the dreaming Chang Xia who is covered in a cloth.

Chang Xia's eyes were torn open a small slit, and the tables, chairs, and curtains in the dormitory outside the crack were all wrapped in darkness.

"Wake up earlier than the chicken", muttered mumbledly, touching the phone, but her head was tilted back again, and sleep stuck her to the pillow again.

The girl in the dream is getting up, dressing, picking up a book and rushing to the library. On the way, an angry old woman glared at her and woke her up.

Chang Xia opened his eyes and looked at the time in horror, and sure enough, it was already six twenty. As if someone had stuck a needle in the sole of her foot, she jumped up from the bed and slapped herself hard in a whirlwind motion.

(b)

Every morning at half past five o'clock the alarm clock rings, like a melon falling from a tree, Chang Xia must immediately jump up from the bed and stretch out his shirt to pick it up, otherwise, it will fall to the ground with a "bang", fall to pieces, all plans, dreams, life goals will be reduced to pieces.

The target hangs high in the air like a coconut, but there is always a subtle drop point for the action. Just squeeze your sleep when you wake up in the morning, and just when you have to straighten up and work again, no matter how tired you are.

The alarm rang again and again in the eardrums. Outside the window, dawn is still wrapped in the dark embrace of Mother Earth. As a result, everything in the room seems to be drowning in a gray sea.

Chang Xia sat up with his eyes closed, with a sleeping curtain on his face, and touched into the bathroom. I actually put my head on my bent knees in the toilet and squatted and slept for a while. It's really leaky, and it coaxes these uncomfortable sleepy sleepers over.

Now, the satiating sleep of the spring of the steppe has been slaughtered, and only the shriveled millet-like sleep remains.

When the braided hair appeared in the air in the early morning, Chang Xia rushed to the library like a pilgrimage. These people who had collided and cried in the noisy social whirlpool walked under the osmanthus tree on campus again.

The "stowaways" carrying hope are a group of silent ascetics.

The future is like a ginseng baby buried in the ground in a cartoon, jumping and changing faces. Where will stepping on the time blanket of the campus slide them to?

Chang Xia, who was carrying a book and walking on the road, didn't let herself think about these questions, she felt that it was so empty and terrible.

The first thing they do every morning is to go to the basement of the library to grab a spot. It's no different from small traders and hawkers grabbing stalls, the giant mouth of survival sweeping over them, and the fear of the future drives these graduate students.

There are too few locations, too many graduate students, and the "stowaways" live in ant-like nests, and when they come out, they are so fierce that they compete with the students who have paid the tuition for limited resources.

If you can't grab a seat for a day, you won't be able to read for the whole day; If you can't read a book for a day, it will affect your entire graduate school entrance examination plan; If you can't get into graduate school, you will lose your whole life.

There are probably a lot of people who think this way. The library opens at 7:20 a.m. every morning, and at about 6:40 a.m., there is already a figure at the door of the basement.

By ten o'clock, the long queue at the door was already like a molecular structure, and in addition to occupying the doorway, it had already made a few bends along the steps.

The latecomer could not get in from the normal passage steps anyway, so someone as Batman jumped down from the grass wall directly opposite the basement, landed at the door of the basement, and stood firmly with his feet and slammed into the crowd. The flow of people separates and then closes. There is also a strong and brave female Batman.

(c)

Chang Xia visually measured the height, probably as tall as a large refrigerator. Then she pouted helplessly, first she did not dare to jump, because she was wearing high heels, and after jumping down she would surely spread her arms like a duck with her neck wiped and yearn for a few flutters.

And then even if she had the courage to jump, she didn't want to jump, that jump, the skirt didn't open like a petal, although the flower bloomed instantly, but after all, in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes, it was still a little indecent.

However, Chang Xia still did sales after all, and one of the sales is the rational use of resources. That is, there are so many boy resources next to it, is there a difference between men and women since ancient times? This is an absolutely objective existence.

In "The Siege of the City", "the philosopher Chu looked at Miss Su greedily, and his big eyes seemed to be the philosopher Schelling's 'absolute concept', isn't this a portrayal of the difference between men and women, if he has it himself, why should he be greedy."

She has the beauty and food that boys lack, but what she lacks is the strength that boys can jump and squeeze.

For the first few days, she couldn't find a suitable target. Seeing that the door of the basement was already densely packed, Chang Xia frowned anxiously from time to time.

The door opened slightly, and the crowd of people holding their breath rushed out, opening the floodgates like a flood pouring down into the library, and the wind and leaves fell, rushing and slamming, and the wind and rain came suddenly. The sound of tables and chairs dragging and falling to the ground is all ringing. In the blink of an eye, the tables and chairs were covered with leaf-like books.

Chang Xia was wrapped in it, and in an instant she was squeezed to the door, and the crowd of blind crowds sucked her other arm and dragged her inward, and she screamed in fear: "My hand is broken, my hand is broken." The flow of people continued until it was empty.

She examines her loss, there is a scratch on her arm, and the strap of her school bag is broken. There is also the invisible damage to the psyche: if she were crushed down at that moment, she could have been trampled to death by the crazy horses. Her heart was panting, and she was frustrated, and she wanted to cry.

What to do? Chang Xia asked herself.