One

I remember it was Chinese New Year's Eve last year, and my friend pulled me to find his girlfriend for New Year's Eve. As soon as I left the dormitory door, the rows of garbage bins erected next to me were shaking violently. What kind of old man is that? His black, dirty beard stood on his dusty face, his cloudy eyes were hopeless, and his tattered cotton jacket showed his fur like dirt. It looks pitiful to look for useful treasures in the garbage we have discarded.

To me, the old man seemed to be covered with spikes that inadvertently made my pupils constrict, almost crying. I hated these tears, and I couldn't help but hate this old man, he swept away my good mood, and he made my right to a clean vision violated. Keep telling yourself in your heart: You must have a good future in the future, and don't fall into this place to be hated by others.

The snowflakes in front of the KFC door are white and flawless, with a graceful arc in the air, the lights inside the door are bright, and several tables are crowded with men and women laughing and laughing. The two of us were lucky enough to squeeze into a table, and in a few moments his subject arrived, smiling. Tell us that she gave a cup of milk tea to someone tonight, let us guess. "It's someone who frequents the school gates, and you can see them almost every day in class." Following her prompts, we guessed what we could think of from teachers, students, couriers, delivery boys, etc. She shook her head incessantly, and finally looked at us and said helplessly, "Oops! It's the old man who picks up garbage! "I remember her boyfriend constantly complimenting her, and I gave her a thumbs up, but it was more about maintaining this cheerful atmosphere. But at that time, I seemed to see the old man again in the dark with no light and heavy snow, which really ruined the atmosphere.

Two

During the winter holidays, I walked carefully along the frozen streets towards my destination, a large supermarket, to go shopping. I finally got to the door, and I found rows of wanderers sitting at the corner of the entrance, and I only needed to look at it, and the figure of the old man in my mind kept appearing again, until it coincided with them, and it was really ghostly. I wanted to leave, but I was blocked by the words in the cold wind, and I couldn't start. I can't, I just have to look at a few of the wanderers who have fallen here but keep nagging. After I don't know how long it took, I suddenly woke up and ran away in a hurry, not caring about the thin ice under my feet, for fear of being entangled by bad luck. After that, I had nightmares for several nights, and the three fickle stories in the dreams took turns for me to play the role, and I always woke up in a cold sweat and wet clothes. Oh! It turns out that this is a world where there is money for heaven and no money for hell.

Three

Through the sound of the wind and snow, three relatively complete stories were formed in my mind. These stories always appear in my dreams in turn, and I am overwhelmed.

(1) He is a rich second generation, his father is a big boss, he is busy with socializing on weekdays, and his mother is too doting on him. So he was arrogant and arrogant, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling were all pediatrics, fighting, and street drag racing were all basic operations, and it could be said that he had no skills except for pleasure. But there are always one or two big misfortunes among fox friends and dog friends, which makes him addicted to drugs. Well, his father broke off relations with him, his friend turned his face, and he fell into today's field in one step, but his mother still helped him behind his back. According to him, his addiction was quit in wandering, but his life fell from heaven to hell.

(2) He is an out-and-out farmer, and he has been diligent and diligent for most of his life. In those two years, the country implemented urbanization, and he also collected a lot of money on his few acres of land, bought a house, and did small business. The small life is also happy, but the scenery is like a dream, and his other half is terminally ill. smashed the pot and sold iron, pressed the house to borrow, sold the house to pay off the debt, she still went. Since then, his industrious, simple heart has also died, and he has become lazy and lazy, and he sleeps with alcohol every day, and finally has fallen to this.

(3) He is the youngest of the three, and the most regrettable one. He was born into an ordinary family and achieved his ideal career through his constant efforts. But due to personality reasons, he often quarreled with his colleagues, and it was reasonable that he was fired by his boss. What's even more tragic is that he also misses out on the woman he loves. In a mocking tone, he said that he was a fool in the past. I don't want to go home, so I have to wander as a punishment for myself.

Four

I wandered in the middle of nowhere, and turned to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, but there was no response; The angels of God turned to God, but they were silent. I had to wander again and again without a place. Fate always strikes people unintentionally, and the ups and downs of life are too difficult. Hey! Like the snowflakes flying in the night, only a few can be white and flawless in the light, and most of them pass away with the night forever and silently, and no one knows. The world is so vast, the kingdom of heaven for the rich, and the hell for the poor. I can't help but be angry, do heaven and hell just need your fate at your fingertips? The anger was followed by an unspeakable sadness, and if one day I was reduced to their field, what would I do with myself? In such a field, will I be moved by the little girl's cup of milk tea? Will someone bring me a cup of milk tea when the snow dances and is happy? So I had to wander in the shadows of darkness to ward off the cold and loneliness in all directions.