Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking. At this moment, I was standing in the cafeteria and waiting in line to eat, my eyes were a little open, probably because I didn't sleep well last night, and I felt a little sleepy anyway. Stir-fried shredded potatoes stewed with eggplant, and stewed frozen tofu with sauerkraut. I hit the first two dishes and rice, and the fat master shook off the spoon, his eyes narrowed into a line, and asked me if I had enough to eat? I looked at his face in a daze, as if he had gained weight again.

"You're fat again, master." I say.

There was laughter from the back of the group, and I realized how I had said what was in my heart. He rolled his eyes at me and shouted, "Next."

During dinner, he called the piglet several times, but he did not get up to eat. The piglet, who is no longer able to fight against the disease, looks weak and unbeatable. The piglet especially has an old pig kidney, a stubborn donkey. But if you can listen to my slightest admonition, you will not be sick to the pitiful appearance you have today. Just as a person who has not experienced death does not know the preciousness of life. If a person eats whole grains, who can not get sick? Even if the surging disease keeps biting your body day and night, it can't devour your soul, and you still have to be strong to live. Isn't it? The biggest opponent in life is yourself, if you are not strong, others will not replace you.

At this moment, I was at the dinner table, bowing my head and tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, and the water gushing out of the tap water was very cold. After eating, the children are obediently studying hard. Outside the north balcony, the pitch-black sky accentuates the neon lights of the tall buildings in the distance.

Piggy loves to eat fried noodles, make some for him in a while. When I first met the piglets, we ate fried noodles together at a food stall. The scene in my impression is too funny. At that time, when I was smiling backwards, I told the piglet, and he didn't have a single fold on his face and asked: Is it funny? Is it that funny?

At that time, the piglets were quite fat, and they were white and fat, just like the white and chubby second senior brother when they were about to be slaughtered at the end of the month. I had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on my face, and I was so frightened by these glasses that I thought that the piglet was a talented student. However, piglets are hereditary and highly myopia, especially when the sun is strong, and it is very difficult for piglets to see.

It was a hot summer, and most of the people didn't have much appetite. There are at least eight people on both sides of a long table where we eat fried noodles, and there are five people at the table we sit on, two middle-aged men on my side and a lady on the piglet's side, which is less than the other tables. It was too hot, and the piglets were sweating. The two men next to him ate first, and after a while, the lady also ate, and they both arrived first, which is understandable. After waiting for a while, our noodles were served. The piglet, who has known him for less than a month, seems to maintain a state of hunger all the time, and his stomach is like a bottomless pit, which can never be filled.

At this time, before the bowl could be put down, the piglet's head was no longer raised, his eyes were not opened, and he was no longer talking, and he was patronizing to eat fried noodles. I was still looking down to distinguish between the soy sauce and vinegar bottles on the table, when I heard the man next to me gagging and laughing, as if he was afraid to laugh out of the kind of unobstructed laughter. I didn't bother to look at him, I just poured a little vinegar in the bowl, took a bite, and thought it was pretty good. Before the second bite of the chopsticks was on his lips, he felt that the man next to him seemed to be unable to control himself, opened his throat and laughed, and reached out to pull a napkin on the table to wipe his tears, and the person next to him also laughed. I looked at him and thought, what is this, and you are laughing and crying? He pointed to the piglet with his finger and said with a breathless smile, "Eat beautifully!" "As far as the eye can see, oh, my God! I can't forget that scene in this life, what kind of power is this that makes you eat such a look! I saw that the piglet was sweating profusely, the gold wire glasses had slipped to the tip of the nose, and the rows of ground strips were actually hanging on the glasses, as if they were waterfalls pouring like silver chains, and as if a door curtain was hung abruptly. I didn't even know it, I didn't raise my head, I didn't open my eyes, and I was still eating there! I almost squirted out the bite of noodles I just ate. Oh my God! Are you here to make me laugh? Are you the originator of eating jajangmyeon? In front of the scene, I can only say that the piglet has eaten a new height of fried noodles, and no one can surpass it in a hundred years.

Embarrassed, I reluctantly, reservedly, held back my laughter, and raised my hand to take off the piggy's glasses to show him. Piggy took the glasses and shook the noodles into the bowl casually, put the glasses aside, and ate the noodles in the bowl again, and there was no soup left. It seems that this kind of thing is not the first time it has happened to piglets, so angry! At this moment, looking at the people who got up and left, I think about it, life is not like this, sometimes I am laughed at by others, and sometimes I laugh at others.

Washed the dishes and tidied up the house. I slept with the child, and I fell asleep when I was tired. When I woke up in the morning, there were small snowflakes in the sky.

The spring cold is steep, and the spring breeze freezes people and does not freeze the water. The snow and ice on the side of the road melted into water, but it was still cold. The cold air that came back drove away the east wind and ran back to play majestic. I guess I'll have to play it a few times. I sat in the house and got up and looked out the window, and the street was turning white. It doesn't take long for the snowflakes to melt into snow again.

As if unwilling to leave, the snowflakes slowly fluttered in the air. Probably the true meaning of nature and the true meaning of human life are the same, but in the ordinary. During the days when I was working outside, after I quit my job, I wandered around with Lan for a week, and after a week of rest, I went to work in finance for another company that was engaged in paper retail. Sometimes at the end of the day, it is really exhausting to face the chaotic work. It is no different from a robot controlled by a human, mechanically working, eating, and sleeping. The characteristics of the retail industry are that most of them are lesbians, and occasionally a half-old boy will be recruited to deliver goods or something. There are no special circumstances, and I will be tired and run in two days. Where there are many lesbians, the day is chattering, who is good with whom, who works less and eats more, and who sues the boss behind his back. Coincidentally, the boss is a lesbian with soft ears. Therefore, after working for more than a month, I found that the company's people changed like a marquee, and the whole training course was a training course. There is a college opposite the company, the boss has been recruiting people for delivery for many years, and the students who work on weekends and holidays have come and gone. The boss's delivery manpower is as inexhaustible as if it was surging to the east of the river, and it was inexhaustible, and it was very happy to recruit workers.

I was tired enough to choke during the day, and at night I collapsed in bed and felt pain all over. What a day! As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I got up from the bed and started to run, and at night I dragged my tired body home. Probably most people think that this is all there is to life, ploughing at sunrise and resting at sunset. Yes! Since leaving the gate of the campus and embarking on the long journey of a part-time job, I have begun to be exhausted all my life. We all think that we think very far, and we are reluctant to eat and drink with a so-called far-sighted vision, and save some money to prepare for retirement. But what happens when you're old? I'm afraid that all the money I saved will probably be used to see a doctor. Not to mention, in the face of high medical costs, it is not even a fraction of it. The rich people in this world will always be in the minority. We have extinguished our original dreams, and the pressure of life has gradually made us lose our way, so that only money is left in our eyes, and we are indifferent to family and affection. Until he is gradually lost in money and goes to darkness. There are even more worthy people, who directly bow down to money as an omnipotent father with hands and feet! Oh, now lying in bed tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, I wonder, shouldn't the things that people should cherish should be those noble emotions? What else can people bring to the grave in the end besides family affection and affection? At this moment, I was thinking like this, turning over to this side in bed, and then to that side, like a flatbread on a hot pan. Ah, what's the use of all that I'm thinking? What kind of changes or help will it make in my life? I'm just a small grassroots worker, filling my life every day. It's not the same, sometimes I quarrel with my colleagues over a trivial matter and blush, how noble can I be?

At this time, the night outside the window was very quiet, and the night sky as deep as the sea was shining with stars. A full silver moon poured down the green light, and the roof of the iron-clad flat slope not far away shimmered with silver, like waves on the sea chasing the moonlight.

A pot of nine-mile incense on the windowsill blooms in the moonlight. I like the nine miles of incense that blooms at night, and the fragrance is incomparable. I've seen countless kinds of brightly colored flowers, and I've smelled the fragrance they release, but I'm the only one who loves Jiulixiang. Song Zhiwen of the Tang Dynasty wrote: The laurel falls in the middle of the moon, and the heavenly fragrance clouds float outward. Perhaps, at the earliest, Jiuli incense only bloomed in the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, now it is different, under the good condition of indoor farming, the white, clusters of small flowers, overflowing with fragrant fragrance, always make me laugh, open and open.