There are very few electric lights in the house during the day, and even if the weather is as heavy as a black pot on a rainy day, the five fingers may not be visible when the house is so dark that you can't reach out your hand, and the family is still not used to lighting a lamp in the daytime. A few times he went back to the countryside with Chenxi, Chen Yuan's favorite thing was the rocking chair that her family placed at the door of the porch.

Chenxi and his mother always nagged Chen Yuan, and when he was young, he was used to holding two walnuts in his hands, and they rattled all day long, and finally they were silent, and the objects in their hands changed from walnuts to a small golden gourd.

When it rains, Chen Yuan will lie on the recliner at the door of his house, holding two walnuts in his hand, quietly watching the rain and fog permeating the mountains, the summer rain is big, but the wind comes slowly, even in the mountains, there are few strong winds, the mountain fog floats little by little, a wave scatters, and a wave re-evaporates from the soil of the mountain land.

There is sound and quiet, all this is sound, and the silent is the silent mountain village in the mountains. It was about five or six o'clock in the afternoon, wisps of green smoke floated from the house behind him, and the sporadic fire in the kitchen and the crackling sound of chopping wood were the best interpretation of fireworks in the world in Chen Yuan's eyes. There were lights and sounds in the village in the mountains, and the old man in his cloak came back, with a hoe on his shoulder, and when he met an acquaintance on the way, he took his companion on the way home.

In the summer, the night is not early, and when it is really dark, the rain stops. The weather in the countryside seems to clear very quickly after getting rid of the heat of the city. The stars are hanging in the sky, there is no loneliness in a moonless night, and the stars in the sky are enough to accompany the lonely soul of every night.

After dinner, Chen Yuan held Chenxi in his arms and looked at the stars, Chenxi said, only when you are in your arms, you can only feel calm when you listen to the noisy crickets. At night, the cicadas will quietly shed their old shells and suck the sap of the trees, and when the day comes, they will also can't resist the sweltering heat of the dog days and sing loudly.

During Chen Yuan's few days in the countryside, the cicadas chirped and the smell of water vapor steamed after the sun was exposed evoked Chen Yuan's memory, and he also told Chen Yuan that summer was coming.

Back in the city, there are fewer and fewer trees, more and more parking lots, and there are no longhorns, and it is estimated that even the cicadas will not be able to be found. I really don't know how these children can still have the fun of climbing the tree to catch cicadas. I don't know if there will be any children in a few years who will know what the sounds on the tree are coming from. Only when you know that you know can you tell Chen Yuan that summer is coming. Looking back from the summer when there are still cicadas, I live in the old yard and ask if I know about summer.

Listen to the sound of birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, chess during the day, flute under the moon, pine wind in the mountains, and sighs in the water.

Chen Yuan hid in his thick winter coat with the restlessness of summer, eager to steal a ray of warm spring sun when the wind blew away the fallen leaves in late autumn.

Living day by day, lack of sleep, loss of mood, not doing what you want to do, not happening what should happen. Sitting in the bubble tea shop and watching the uncle in front of the fruit stall in the flashing lights, and the loudspeaker singing "In the Spring" in the store, forming a wonderful harmony.

In the cold wind, count the days after the beginning of winter. The blue sky in the sun alternated with the miserable day, and the leaves turned yellow and withered, and the wind fell, but the grass in the green space was still green. The years are not like this, people who do not admit defeat, regardless of the age limit, try their best to make up for the lack of youth, you say that Chen Yuan is crazy, or disrespectful for the old, Chen Yuan just wants to say goodbye to his life before the end of his life comes.

Young people are often less aware of the preciousness that older people see. I remember a personal signature of my old classmates who wrote: wanton swaying of youth. What is Cold? The wind is biting, and the harsh winter is coming? The two words that seemed to be out of tune were connected together, even though he knew that he just wanted to pretend to be cool, he still asked Chen Yuan to write down this sentence.

The more books I read, the more cranky I think. When sitting with old friends, the three of them drank six bottles of beer and were uncomfortable. Lao Chu said: "Chen Yuan, do you remember when I fell out of love before, we drank two boxes at once, you can look at the present." The three people present sighed.

Chen Yuan poured the wine in the cup to the root of the wall and said to them: Now I am busy every day, like thirty or forty years old, and my buddies have a mentality of sixty or seventy years old when they are in their twenties. This is not a joke, Chen Yuan has already experienced mourning, sleepiness is no longer there, when he washed his hair yesterday, he found that the gray hair that began to grow on his forehead before the end of the college entrance examination has increased a lot, Chen Yuan realized that the original time will really take away a lot of things.

When do you feel old? In Chen Yuan's view, the first to realize that the age is no longer is a poet and a writer. If you read more books, you will inevitably have an inexplicable connection with those who are older and sitting. In other words, changes in mentality and mood are often the first place where aging strikes. Again, when everyone sees the young children appear in front of them, the curiosity in their eyes flickered, and those who are willing to pay the courage for their own results, let you, who have been polished smooth by this life, sigh, Chen Yuan seems to be old.

Chen Yuan wanted to burn the years with a fire, but he couldn't turn into a white lotus in a dustless world like Weng Dahan. As I walked, the weather suddenly brightened, and the sun broke through the thick dark clouds of late autumn and re-descended on the earth, burning red leaves and burning ginkgo. The grass and trees are about to stop, maybe there is still a little bit of green in front of your table, and Chen Yuan also wants to be like you, in the snowy winter, you can still lock in some of the breath of spring.

Recently, I wrote a sentence in my notebook, when can I not make excuses for my cowardice, why do I lock myself in the cage of self-Chen Yuan's denial. Some things are far and near, and they have nothing to do with you, if you are really asked to give a word of advice to the growing child, Chen Yuan's will definitely be, persuade you not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade you to cherish the youth.

The night will replace the day to give you a place to rest your anxiety and loneliness, let you vent your pain, in a corner where no one wants to listen. And day will eventually replace night, and you will need to walk a little more on earth. For Chen Yuan, in the past, he thought more about the tens of thousands of possibilities in the future, but later he learned that the ordinary is not simple, and the disappointment and despair of life are the most terrifying. What's more, people think about how to say hello tomorrow, but Chen Yuan hopes that one day, Chen Yuan can know how to end his life well.

Since there are Chen Yuan in the era of change, and there are Chen Yuan who are as small as grains of sand in the torrent of years, what you can do is not to struggle or choose to die in advance, but to take your courage and magnify Chen Yuan to the point where the world can see it.

When the wind is cold, remember to add more clothes.