This year's rain is particularly heavy, and the river is very open.

At this time, the red sunset is reflected on the Qingmu river, and the water and sky are connected everywhere you look, and you can't tell where the sunset is and where the river is on.

The sassy autumn wind came from the west through the mountains and mountains, blowing the east of the river and the water, and at the same time making the willow branches along the shore sway back and forth above my head. The Songhua River, which flows quietly, is long and long, and at this time it is more like the calm lake of the distant mountains. I imagined a white swan shaking its white wings, as if standing on the water, a pair of round eyes the size of a bean like black black gold stone inlaid on the head at the top of a graceful curved neck, and a slightly open orange with a black-rimmed beak as if to say: I am an ugly duckling who has grown up through hardship, quack!

At this moment, the river was shining in front of me to the left, a purple-red glow that could fall from the distant sky, through the gap in the clouds, just enough to drift down there as a burst of sunset. Touching the scene, I can always smell the fragrance of the green years like flowers on the bank of the river.

At this moment, what came into view was one after another cable cars in the sky, pulling across the river like black dots, like geese flying south in a line.

Turning his head to catch a glimpse of a group of elderly "young people" who swim here all year round on the embankment who never admit defeat, no matter what kind of weather, they will continue to brave the river. At this moment, squatting in a row on the granite floor by the embankment, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the vast river in front of him, as if he was talking about the route to cross the river tomorrow.

As the sun set, the blood-like sunset cast a layer of red light on their bodies, and the color looked even more vivid than the sunset on the horizon. Their slackened bellies were folded around their waists, and their worn-out swimming caps were wet and half-draped on their shoulders, looking mischievous and strange, like rows of cormorants squatting by the side of a fisherman's boat.

The darker it gets, the cooler the wind blows from the west. At this time, we were strolling along the river embankment, and the river ferry in front of us had already docked back to shore. The river flows day and night, and even when the wind is calm, it stirs up small white sprays on the shore, and these ferries are at the mercy of the waves.

"I'm hungry, Mom!" The child said, "Let's not wander around." ”

"Okay, let's eat." While talking, he took him quickly, passed through a small square in front of him, and turned a street to the right, where there was a dumpling restaurant that he liked to eat.

In the brightly lit hall, there was a crowd of people, and I found a seat along the window, and I asked him to wash his hands first, and then quickly ordered two plates of dumplings with three fresh fillings. After washing his hands and coming back, he ordered three more dishes by himself, and at this time, he ate with relish.

Looking around, I saw that there were a lot of people eating dinner here, probably thinking that it was much more cost-effective than making it at home, because making dumplings seems to be a bit of a hassle for people who have been working after a busy day. I just didn't make a meal of dumplings after work for a long time, only a few meals during the Chinese New Year holiday.

At this time, seeing that the child had almost eaten, I helped him lift the heavy schoolbag on his seat and walked out the door.

Under the clear night sky, the street lights and car lights are intertwined on the road, illuminating the busy street. The bustling flow of people on the sidewalks adds infinite vitality to the night when the lights are on.

"I'm still trying to eat an octopus ball, Mom." He said as he looked at a small night market next to the overpass.

I looked at his handsome and childish face and said, "Then I'll eat a rock sugar gourd with you!" Luckily, the portion of the octopus balls was small, otherwise I would have had to try to persuade him to save half for tomorrow morning, I muttered to myself.

When I got home and finished my homework and packed up my books, I looked up and saw a disc clock on the wall showing eleven o'clock. At this moment, he took off a freshly washed, loose vest from the back of the door and asked him to put it on and go to bed. I thought to myself, don't oversleep and be late tomorrow morning.

By the time I had cleaned up and laid down in bed, it was already the middle of the night. At this moment, the night sky outside the window unfolded in front of me with a quiet, pure beauty, and the moonlight splashed on the floor in front of the bed splashing a silvery white light like water droplets. I thought to myself, even if I didn't have a lot of poetry at this time, I walked to the window and opened the curtains and chanted a poem loudly, I should take advantage of the sultry moonlight to sleep well, and I didn't live up to the beauty of the night.

Suddenly, the sound of the door being opened by a key came and then it was slammed shut. With a strong pungent smell of alcohol, the piglet was drunk and mixed up by his drinking friend, and went into his room to fall asleep.

After a while, I got up to check that the door was locked, and closed the door of the child's room. When I lay down in bed, I didn't feel sleepy.

The strong smell of alcohol, uninvited visits to every corner of the room, and, lingering for a long time, responsible for disinfecting the air for free, also smoked me in bed.

Sometimes, I don't know how many times I feel that I should say something, but the piglet doesn't want to listen to it, and never listens, and his mouth is worn out. As parents, even if they can't control themselves, they should not completely ignore the feelings of others, blindly satisfy themselves, and anesthetize themselves. The desire for alcohol blending is difficult to reconcile, which will inevitably lead to physical and psychological imbalance, and in the end, only oneself will bear the bitter fruit. Perhaps, I mention Piggy less and less, almost forgetting his existence. Although I still can't hold back my anger sometimes, I just want to scold him, but looking at the drunk piglet lying there snoring, the white light on his face feels like a wine-soaked ginseng in a huge glass bottle. I thought to myself, even if he scolded a thousand or ten thousand times, he would not listen, so it was better not to scold. The bell must be tied to the bell, he himself will always wake up one day, I hope that day everything is still in time.

I was busy in the store in the morning, probably barely slept a little at dawn last night, and when I woke up this morning, my head and teeth hurt, and my nose was running clear all the time, as if I had a cold.

I soaked a bowl of instant noodles and put it on the table, at this time, Boss Lan walked in with a spring breeze, and Sister Yan was still the same old as a peachy face, so she hurriedly stepped forward and offered some flattery. A tendon praised Boss Lan's beautiful clothes.

"Honey, I forgot a hat in the car." She then dropped the car keys to me, she said.

Sister Yan also pretended to glance around the small square outside the window, saying that the car was parked not far away, and she could watch it from the store. I thought to myself, didn't you wear a pair of reading glasses a few days ago, why did you become clairvoyant again? What a strange person.

"When you come back, you must have closed the door, dear." When I walked to the corridor, I heard Boss Lan make up a sentence for me in the room.

"Oh, of course." I promised.

At this moment, he nodded to himself in the metal plate in the elevator that can clearly reflect people's facial features like a mirror, indicating that he would give his greetings when he was unwell.

After so many years, I know that she will not trust someone lightly, even if it is just to open her car door once. If you've only just met her, you might think she's too suspicious, and maybe you'll think she's a stingy person. But after you hear her story more or less, you will understand that it is not unreasonable for her to be suspicious or petty.

If your life has not been overturned in the gutter, then it must look pale. Just like those who have experienced strong winds and waves on the sea, they understand the value of tranquility and peace. Of course, both the sea of business and the sea of love are included.

At this time, the group of people who practiced in the morning in the small square had not yet ended, and the middle-aged woman who walked here with her pet alpaca every day wore a dark green hat on her head and a plush coat in the style of a red big coat. The bright colors of one green and one red set off the white fluff of the cute master alpaca next to him clean and quiet. Perhaps, I also want to take advantage of the attraction of alpacas to rub off on the heat, of course, this heat is only limited to the group of morning exercisers in the small square.

When the weather is cold, it's good to wear a hat, especially in places like this in the north, where cold days account for more than half of the time.

Once you get used to wearing hats, you won't be able to take them off, especially if you're a little older. For people who control hats, on such a day, if you forget to bring a hat when you go out, it is like filling a water bottle with boiling water and forgetting to buckle the lid.

At this moment, when I opened the door and took out the goose-down-colored curly hat on the seat that looked like it was knitted with a stick, it was eye-catching, but at least the color was much stronger than the green, in my opinion. Sometimes, I really wonder why some people make a green hat and press it on top of their head, is it just to look at it in the crowd?

Just as I closed the car door and turned to go back, I saw Yu Niannian and Boss Mei getting out of a brand-new imported black off-road jeep one after another. Maybe he sat in the car for a long time, and the back of his clothes and pants were all heavily pressed pleats, and at this time, Yu Niannian stood in the small square with his waist crossed, his crimson fingernails shining in the sun. Her waist is not good, and she can't stand or sit when she gets sick, just like the state of Sister Shiitake when she broke her waist. After a while, several small security guards immediately surrounded them and inquired about something.

I turned around and hurriedly walked back, just looking at the alpaca has been stunned for a short time, Boss Lan likes to calculate the time in everything.

The shop was quiet, and Boss Lan sat at the table and continued to wisp a ledger that she kept in her bag every day, she was very economical, using her son's old big notebook to keep a running account. I gently hung the yellow hat I was holding in my hand on the shelf where she hung her clothes, and when she looked up at me, I pointed to the hat, and then, putting the car keys on her desk, I pointed to the group of little security guards in the small square outside the window who were arguing about the new cars.

She walked to the window, looked at it with her hands on her hips for a moment, and then returned to the table. Unscrewed a bottle of iced green tea drink, and after taking a few sips of Gu Dong, Gu Dong leaned his neck and drank a few sips, he continued to figure out her account without raising his head or opening his eyes.