(ps: After thinking about it, I inserted two short essays that I wrote with feelings in this book, I don't know if the writing is good enough, but it is also the characters and stories that I wrote.) Sometimes, we can find our own shadow in this. ）

"Drunkard"

It's snowing.

Listening to the roar of cars whizzing by on the road, the splash of snow seemed to hit me in the face mercilessly.

Hubble gave me a book that I thought could change my fate, and I couldn't even admit it to death, but I wrote it myself.

Originally, I planned to clean the worn-out clothes left behind, put them in the donation box, and by the way, I also sent out the finished "Siege". The smoke from the puff is like clouding the dry smell of the house. Under my chapped lips, I stared at the few uncut whiskers, laughing at myself, and humming electric whiskers as I rolled up the collar of my plaid shirt.

My father called and asked me to go home early for the Chinese New Year.

I smiled and replied yes.

The last meeting of the year was set at the Lu Pavilion Hotel. Braving a snowstorm in the last days of the old year, it soaked my collar and shoulders. I was wrapped in a padded jacket and hid in the crowd like a penguin. The drunk man holding the wine bottle, with ice skates hanging out of his clothes, walked in the crowd in a chic manner, he hummed an older liuqin opera, and took a sip in his mouth, saying to people that he had drunk.

I didn't stop and arrived at the hotel early.

The figures gathered, and the steaming of popularity instantly blew away the winter with snow, and someone arrived before me, wearing round-framed gold eyes, a black down coat, and leather shoes on his feet, rubbing against the ground and tinkling. I called his big name, Li Tianmin. I knew that he turned his neck stiffly, and I smiled, "I said should I or not?"

When I asked him, he grabbed my hand and talked like an immature child about what had happened from yesterday to this morning, "Mo didn't roar with a roar of the machine to stimulate the eardrums, and watched the machine repeat a series of processes in a dull manner. ”

I want him to change jobs.

"No, no. He shook his head hurriedly.

When the table was full, half of it was missing, and I couldn't help but take off my clumsy padded jacket and wait for the meal to be together, and no one wanted to move the chopsticks. Still at the urging of the waiter, I ate the rice with my arms.

"Eat this, eat this. ”

Li Tianmin urged vigorously, like a good old man, to fill my rice bowl.

After a meal, the words he said only stayed on the words "um", "ah", "good", etc., but when the person who answered the phone was holding the rice bowl, he was silent.

I was the first to propose the end, and the checkout group in front of the door was ringing with red envelopes that spread the money. It was only during this time that I was relieved to escape.

Li Tianmin, who saw me off, was busy sweating, but happily walked back to my accommodation.

He said a lot to me, and with some enthusiasm, he told me, "The good times didn't last long, and I got out of my single life." "I didn't believe it, chased him on the back, and I was taken by him as an immature child, but when he showed the engagement ring on the middle finger of his left hand, I knew he had lied to me.

I didn't seem to be angry, but I burst into tears, laughing and scolding him, "Holy shit." ”

I remembered the chubby girl he pursued for a few years.

I said aloud in my heart, forget-me-not.

The stomach under the wine was still very warm, but I was silent, didn't look much, and didn't say much, so I patted him on the shoulder and muttered, "It's going to be the New Year." ”

He turned and walked away, not stopping in the snow.

At night, the snow stopped.

I took the bus back to my hometown in Jiangsu, because hundreds of miles away, he put his hands in his pockets, his eyes widened in the cold wind, and watched my train set off on the snow

The legendary K45 old green train is full of energy and has not slackened in the slightest.

In the cold wind, I saw a few figures, that was the old worker, all busy dragging luggage, familiar fertilizer bags, must be the quilt and clothes for the winter, the corners of my eyes were hazy, thinking of those years, I don't know how much my father made for me, my mother was afraid that I would not be able to eat the food at school, word by word, preserved beans, pickles, even gang

The thick pancakes that were removed from the pan were stuffed in the school bag.

"When you are hungry on the way, you take it out and eat it. She looked at it and was worried, she had collected a lot during that time, and I didn't know if it was because of the hard work in the fields or because I was about to embark on a journey away from home, all she could do was to wipe my bag over and over again and make the pancakes thicker.

Because she knew that I would roll three or four pancakes and eat them together every time, and I would have a toothache like this, and I was so proud of my teeth at that time, and I always felt that the time of the TV series after the news broadcast such as lighting the lamp was the best.

But it's gone.

I got off the train, and my father's cold wind waited for me, and I saw that he was much older, and his wrinkles were smeared with more vicissitudes.

The crackling sound of my hometown, coming from a box of firecrackers in the hands of a child, greeted the arrival of the New Year, I just watched blankly.

Chinese New Year's Eve is coming soon, happy Chinese New Year's Eve.

Tea and drinks, chicken, duck, fish and eggs, there is no shortage of everything, my father sat upright, held his palm, and said lightly: "Your mother made your favorite dish." ”

I said, "yes, my favorite when I was a kid." ”

"Your mother's meaning, eat more. ”

I could see the tears and excitement involved, and they wanted me to start a family as soon as possible, but I didn't think it was the same as before. The conflict of ideas made them nod silently, and the voice of lament could only echo in their hearts.

No matter how much I speak, I feel guilty, and I don't drink hot tea.

Rather, it is a condemnation.

With the sound of firecrackers, a family sits at the table, which is beautiful.

I want them to live a carefree and happy life, but they always think I'm tired.

I feel that where they are, they are home.

Note: This short essay is about a young man who is crushed by life, who is not good at the face of human feelings, and who is silent about the expectations of his parents. There is no wine in the whole text, and it is written about the other side of the joyful scene with wine. I only hope that when friends get together, there will be wine, but no, and the original family and father will also have wine, and there is no .....

Life is like a glass of wine, and you have to get drunk several times in the morning and evening.

"Far Kite"

Winter.

A young man with a blue face stood in the wind, his head raised, as if he had been trafficked in human beings for several years.

When he opened his mouth, it was an exotic and strange tone.

"The wind is blowing, and my heart is broken. ”

The gray sky is like Monet's "Sunrise Impression", except that the lilac and orange of the sea in the port of Le Havre are depicted in the morning light, and there are less tower chimneys that can render dust in the air, except for the hanging Sany Heavy Industry flag fluttering in the wind.

"I saw it. ”

The first person to see Tie Jun in a suit and erect was Jiu'er, she opened her eyebrows that had just been curled, revealing big eyes with beautiful contacts, especially like double eyelids embedded in petals, and the first to hug him who was smiling in the wind.

He saw me, too.

I am seven or eight meters tall, wrapped in an army-green coat, and a string of iron chains under my pants swaying like wind chimes coming in spring, not so crisp.

I used the most sincere ceremony, the handshake.

He said disappointmently, "Don't I have a hug worth it?" ”

I stiffened my head and said "Wele?again" in English, and I hammered him on the shoulder with my frozen fist. This sentence in Chinese English completely evoked his first memory of leaving Jianping Town, the blessing written blindly in a black pen on the ninth page of the English dictionary.

Far away in the heart of a second-tier city, next to RT-Mart supermarket, the newly opened tailoring shop braved the rain to come to the first German customer he had ever met. He loves Chinese elements very much, and was the first to hold a tentative mood, suppress the beating heart, and after the last back to leave, he said this sentence in English, "Wele?again."

That night, I was the first person he said the truth, because he brought back a worn-out kite, and I did

I heard him say that he looked like a crooked melon with his head down.

I celebrated my twelfth birthday the next day.

I was delighted with the first gift I received, a worn-out kite.

When I heard my mother's scream, I cried on the ground holding my palm, which had been punctured with needle and thread. He was beaten severely. But on the evening of our birthday, we were still in the breeze, holding the kite, and Jiu'er chased after us and flew the kite.

Perhaps the Iron Army has forgotten.

But he said, "Wele."

He didn't come like that, but he wouldn't answer us every word, and let us just listen to him.

In my eyes, he was the first person to board Noah's Ark, looking at the figure floating in the sea, chewing on the scraps of flesh and blood, crying out to start over, and like the first American astronaut to land on the moon, Neil Alden Armstrong, who said to the earth, "This is a small step for man, but a giant step for mankind......

Looking at the people who came from afar, I was not disappointed.

He asks us, where are we doing things now?

I said that I was a rural teacher in Tong Village, and I knew everything, because Jiu'er had the hope of going to university, and the town looked for her a few times, and I was embarrassed and didn't say much, and finally I had a timpani hammer for teachers. This is like choking a few mouthfuls in the seawater, and asking her if she wants your so-called ideal, freedom?

Jiu'er's answer is: That is freedom.

I asked him, what is Black Friday like in the United States?

He even laughed at himself, "Profitable stores are waiting for people who can enter without queuing, and families who want to buy bargains are coming in the dark." Because the image is called "Early Bird". ”

I laughed at him for not being like that.

Jiu'er smiled.

With the bus home, there is a little New Year's flavor, and I see the ditches blown by the north wind, and the mountains burned out by the fire, all like the bald head of the old man, shining dazzling under the light of the sun dispelling the fog. It was with a different state of mind than being that I was competing with others for the first time.

A double reed play of singing and harmony, and a shadow puppet that goes south and north.

"The flowers bloomed, and the snow was swept away. Jiu'er reunited, honey again, ......"

This is when Jiu'er was sold by her parents when she was a child, and they hid in front of Jiu'er who was blindfolded to make her happy. On that day, she was still hiding from the fat lady and secretly took the hot eggs in the red brick chicken coop, and put oil and salt in an iron box in the dry soil ditch. Just singing, waiting for the egg to become a poached egg.

I also lied to her, "I ate Ah Po's eggs, and my hair grew like Grandma when she was young." ”

On the door of the house, on the poster of Fuwa's good news, there are traces of the 2008 Olympic bid.

The parents hugged Tie Jun and showed their joy, and said simply, "It's good to come back." ”

The village Ping family, who reported the good news in the village, shouted over the loudspeaker and came to his house for a big table meal.

Originally, the banquet for the Iron Army was dispersed like this.

I was once again condemned by the villagers for being ignorant in the deserted fields with enthusiasm, and I was painful and happy, and flew the broken kite that had been sealed for a long time. The broken kite was blown by the whistling north wind, and we were ready to run on one ridge after another. The iron army that supported me to fly once again held the thin wooden stick in his hand and took off the leather shoes under his feet. He was barefoot on the soft ground, and I even saw Jiu'er chasing after him......

The wind ran down my hair, between my fingers, and the edges of my eyebrows, carrying away a trace of dust.

I saw the warmest smile on Tie Jun's face, and I didn't ask him how he was doing in a distant place.

I even wanted to say, "A thousand times for you." (Note: Excerpt from "The Kite Runner".) ）”

Note: Life is enjoyable, go out to see the outside world, worthy of your original intention, this is the essence. Everything is just the seaweed of the floating layer of life, and the value of walking out of life is the truest.

Each has its own choice, and life is like that.

Choose, with nostalgia, and go down.