Those days when I couldn't write poetry

I know I'm no different from death

Can't think about your days

I knew I should write a few psalms

Whether it's the end or the memorial

Those gray and dark days

It has influenced my future

I don't know people all their lives

Can be loved several times

But I know my heartbeat

Getting slower and slower

On a sunny day

On the maple leaf-covered streets

I'm all solemnly silent

What could be better than being speechless

Better to portray me at this time

Unfazed soul

I tried to reconcile formally with myself

Don't write poetry

I don't think about you either

But the other one I said

Let's go back to the way before

As you walk

I turned and walked away

If that's the case

There are no memories about you

What else do I have to be attached to?

This pale world

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Zhang Mian - "This Pale World"

When he was about to go back to Gaojia Village in the morning, his father tied a bag of 50 catties of flour to the back seat of Zhang Mi's bicycle and asked Zhang Mi to bring it to Principal Hu.

Zhang Mian ate and lived at Principal Hu's house, and Zhang's father did not give money to his classmates. Only occasionally asked Zhang Mian to bring some rice noodles or soybean oil or something like that.

In Zhang Mian's impression, they usually don't interact much, but when they encounter things, they spare no effort to help each other.

This kind of friendship is like a deep buried wine, which can completely withstand the waves of time.

Zhang Mian was carrying a discolored backpack denim bag, this bag was given to him by his eldest sister after graduating from secondary school, and there were small pockets on both sides of the bag that could hold teacups and the like, which was still very fashionable in that era, Zhang Mian was not particular about it, so he continued to use it with satisfaction.

Throughout elementary school, the clothes Zhang Mian wore were basically worn by his two sisters, and many people with older sisters were worn like this at that time, and the eldest brother didn't talk about the second brother. Unless it's a festive season, there are only a few days to add new clothes.

When I was about to graduate from elementary school, a good person in Zhangjia Village said to Zhang Mian, you are a big boy, and you still wear the clothes of a little girl, are you ugly.

Zhang Mian seemed to have a sudden sense of self-esteem, and he would not wear the clothes his mother gave his sister anyway.

One morning, his mother tried to put clothes on Zhang Mian's body, but he stubbornly refused, he already had some strength, not the child whose mother held down his back with one hand and pinned his leg with one foot when he was a child.

The confrontation lasted for a whole breakfast, and his mother's soft and hard methods were exhausted, Zhang Mian still walked to school without a coat, and when he turned around, he seemed to see tears flashing in his mother's eyes.

A rich man who would let his son wear his sister's old clothes.

Because of this, Zhang Mian's mother had a big quarrel with the do-gooder, everyone was poor, and they couldn't joke where they spent money.

Riding his bicycle, Zhang Mian set off from Zhangjia Village again to Gaojia Village, four kilometers away.

Just turn a corner, all the way to the gate of Gaojiacun Middle School.

Zhang Mian rode a bicycle carrying a bag of noodles and rode west with his back to the sun in the cold morning air.

Their shadows fell on the road on the right, and they followed the ground, streaking over frosty grass, fresh tree stumps, and tattered clothes that had been discarded......

After crossing the small bridge, a downhill slope is to the entrance of the campus, the antique gate enters, and a turn to the west is to Uncle Hu's small courtyard.

Before entering the yard, Zhang Yan brushed his hair like Lei Zhenzi that was blown by the wind, and his long hair not only caused dandruff, but also easily messed up his hairstyle by the wind.

The door of the courtyard was not closed, Principal Hu, Aunt Xue, and Hu Xi were all in the hall, and the ubiquitous tall Hu Dong didn't know where to go.

Seeing Zhang Mian coming, the enthusiastic Aunt Xue greeted her.

"But come to dinner, you still have the noodles you brought last time, you're tired."

"I've eaten it." Zhang Mian said hello to Principal Hu and Hu Xi and entered the hut where he lived with Hu Dong.

Hu Dong was not in the house, the room was filled with the smell of sandalwood, Zhang Mian put down his bag and subconsciously turned his head to look under the bed, and sure enough, the divine beast night pot was invited back again.

It is also strange to say that at this time, Zhang Mian was a little disappointed because he didn't see Hu Dong.

Pay for books in the morning, have a class meeting in the afternoon, and do not have classes today.

Zhang Mian sorted out the books in his bag and walked towards the playground with an uncovered quilt during the winter vacation......