So far and so close

Looking up, I saw reeds in the mountain again. Under the reflection of the weak winter, they bent into such a graceful posture, standing at the roadside casually. My sight is often attracted by them. The heartbroken people are at the end of the world, and this feeling arises spontaneously. Maybe the places with long reeds are all like the end of the world. You can see that their backgrounds are always in the sky, or facing the Yingying water waves, indifferent and broad, which makes people suddenly feel a sense of depression. When the car is driving, there will always be a burst of dog barks, indicating that it has arrived at a village. After getting off the bus, I placed myself in such a secluded seclusion, and the breath I touched was so fresh. A few days before I came here, it was snowing, and the ground was very muddy. I could still feel the smell of freezing when I stepped on. The dense fog permeated the mountain road under the feet, spinning and rotating, gradually turning from thick to light, and then gushing out new thick clouds. If you are a God, you will always think that you are wrong in fairyland. But in the first two hours, it was still running through the narrow street that day, with noisy voices and cars, and dust flying everywhere. The difference between here and there is only a two-hour drive. It used to be a long time without such thick fog. Was it because of the two hours’ drive? No, no. It is because of the trifles in the world of mortals, everything is tied up, time cannot be put aside, and reasons cannot be given. If it was not necessary for work, would I come here specially to see the reeds, the Stones, the dense fog and listen to the sound of barking? Maybe not. The bitter cold blew on my face and invaded the bone marrow. I couldn’t help shrinking my neck. When you raise your head again, you can carefully feel the water vapor resting on your face, hair and body, surrounding and blending into the whole me. At this moment, everything we once faced day by day is so far away. It turns out that each of us is just such a tiny water vapor! But no matter what kind of time, it will always be the past. No matter how beautiful and difficult it is, everything will eventually degenerate into memories. At dusk, I was already in the alley where I returned home. Time is a naughty magician, so it is easy to change our place, environment and atmosphere. Times have changed, but the distance between the last minute and the next minute. Yes, winter is coming, and spring is not far away. The footsteps of 2012 have stepped in without any hesitation. How far away it used to be, how real it is now. We are already in it. The pen in our hands has been written in, but we haven’t fully accepted it psychologically. From time to time, we will mistakenly write 2011. But 2011, the old New Year, has really become the old year at this time. I once thought that some smiling faces were very close and could always meet each other day by day, so I always ignored them again and again. But until now, I found that those who lost would never come back, and those who didn’t say anything would never have the chance to tell that person personally. Only then did I know that time is a liar after all. It makes us get used to it easily, and then subverts our habits easily. We thought it was just a new occasion to live and work, and we thought we could keep in touch for a long time. We thought there was still a lot of time to get together, but we didn’t think about it, along with everything in the past, including those who used to like it very, the smiling face that I care a lot may be separated from my own life gradually from now on, gradually gone away and blurred, until the one that is close to disappear is so far away, and the one that is far away is so far away. We finally came back to our senses. Time turned out to be the fast face-changing teacher on the stage. You can see that it is ever-changing in a blink of an eye, which makes us all have illusions. We came back to God and shouted to cherish and cherish. But once he reached out his hand, what he caught was nothing. The eternity we thought was just a moment. We looked at the place where time came and called back the past that we couldn’t call back. Now I know that cherishing is not a pursuit, not a hug after losing. What we can never follow is the footsteps of time. It turns out that what we can do is to carefully understand and grasp the present, the moment, every minute, every second, and every one of you in our life. Cherish every person we value and those who value in our life. 2012 nian happy.

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