The quiet night, sparse pedestrians, and windy cars are no longer as noisy as during the day.
I am easily moved. Life has given me a pair of wise eyes and flexible hands. According to the spring, summer, autumn and winter, I don’t know how many pitiful words I can write. Here I am lonely and narcissistic.
The autumn night is coming, and it is now mid-July. I still can’t forget the romance that blows the maple leaves so hard to leave, and the fluttering skirts of the girls.
However, I am already thirty years old. Can I regain these youths? No, I can only look back and watch those beautiful things silently, until the leaves turn yellow to zero, I can only watch these beautiful things go to exhaustion step by step.
Youth is dragging me away step by step, and I try my best to look back. I can’t see the way forward, and I forgot the weak self.
Midsummer is very boring, I am afraid of heat, but not as thrilling as her. In summer, she always likes to tie the ponytail that many people like to tie. As for the girl I like, I hope she has long hair, which is graceful and graceful regardless of the scorching sun or the cold winter.
When I was young, I went to and from get off work alone, took the bus alone, and left the seat reluctantly. At that time, I was always so lonely and longing for love , especially in the autumn, the ears hear the wind, look Look end up all over the floor golden, my life really wanted until that moment in time Grow old to the end.
It is too painful to know how to be delicate in life, even a leaf withered, it fell delicately on my shoulder, and tears rolled in my eyes.
Many years ago, a stray dog wandered into my house, and our family adopted it “kindly”. Once, when my dad came home from get off work, he drove that blue dump truck and the wheels accidentally ran it over. It screamed so heartbreakingly that no one understood its pain, but I did. If I am strong enough, I will let the person who hurt it apologize to it.
It didn’t take long for it to be sick all the time, it was crushed out of its physical defects, and it didn’t grow its body no matter how it eats. It lasted for many days. I felt very distressed, but I couldn’t help it. I am not a veterinarian, and no one would pity a stray dog. Besides, it was about to die.
When it died, I kept watching it. It kept crying. It kept looking at me. There was nothing I could do. I could only watch my dad hang it on the balcony of the kitchen and tie its neck with a rope. , It just hangs like this until it struggles for 20 minutes before dying.
It is dead, the soul is gone, but the body has become a delicacy on our table. I didn’t want to eat it, but I was afraid of being beaten by my dad.
Why do you treat things that are destined to you like this, I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.
It was not until many years later that I gained confidence and had my own wings. I finally flew high. I could finally have my own blue sky. Only then did I remember these trivial things again.
That dog, before I knew how to name it, he left.
We ate it, but what it leaves me is not the deliciousness. It tells me that people must become strong to protect the things they like. It doesn’t blame me for eating it, because I was at that time. You can’t fold before the feathers.
Many times, when I encounter an unsolvable problem, it will always come to my mind and tell me: “Master, don’t shrink back, you have to live with hope, protect the person you want to protect, don’t let reality Engulfed you.”
There is no wind tonight, it’s a bit stuffy, but I still shed tears.