Walking · walking · It’s far away

In the winter of the North, with cold pain, it was bleak under the sky, whitewashing the dryness and dust on every static or Walker. It was in this winter that I was separated from some things and people slowly, and then gradually moved away. Walking on any gully in the north, on a desert, my shadow will be pulled slender, like the thread that mother sewed clothes, black, white or purple. At this time, a trace of sadness permeated in the bottom of my heart spread out little by little. Standing in the wind of winter, I watched the fallen leaves drifting away and listened with my ears bowed down. There was a lonely voice, but there was no trace of loneliness; my eyes were covered by a layer of gray yellow. There was a willow forest in the distance. This season was already naked without any decoration, even a piece of left sharp leaves. Walking in gently, leaning against a tree casually, I remembered what I looked like when I first came, a pure cotton white coat, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of shoes inlaid with dots and rhinestones, A ponytail. From the center of one city to the edge of another city, the courage at that time was hidden in my heart and manifested in actions. In the north of May, the trees just began to sprout. The first green I saw was the new buds extracted from this willow forest. The branches with slight light green made me feel the breath of spring and the power of life. It was also from the light green that I made up my mind to stay and then germinate with them. But the spring and autumn here are too short, and winter comes in a blink of an eye. At this moment, these Willows who once dressed up in yellow land and many people’s moods are so lonely. In fact, I really don’t want to use the word “lonely” to describe their vitality, but I can’t deceive my eyes, so I touch the pain of seasons and the voice of those pregnant people. White clouds are blooming one after another on the top of the head, and there are traces of birds not far away. Maybe the passing of time will bring some once beautiful things, and then leave a lot of missing to some Watchmen. Against the Wind, my bangs had already changed, and some clumsy bodies were submerged in the winter in the north, forming a small origin. Most of the time, the eyes are fragile. A person who originally thought he was familiar with will become strange in an instant, and you can’t restore your original appearance any more. Is it true that only distance can produce beauty, but when so many people who go their own ways disappear from our sight due to distance? This winter, I had expected a thick snow to clean my eyes, but after all, it just fell a little bit. The road was swept away before it was covered. I just thought from a distance, after a short look, it disappeared. On that day, I saw several birds looking for food on the roadside, jumping and pecking on the ground. My sharp mouth passed through the thin ground, and suddenly I was very excited. I think they all have thoughts, languages, emotions and are not as changeable as human beings. Looking at these natural elves, I think of the distance. Since I came here, I feel that I am far away. Those familiar things are like a dream, we often weave layers of nets in our hearts, and each layer is entangled with each other. The winter in the North is not only dry and cold, but also its original thickness, just like the willow forest, those bare roots and sparse unknown plants I saw, at the same time, I said goodbye to the magnificence and expressed my silence in winter. In recent days, there have been more family members and more children coming to visit relatives. I often see my mother holding the child’s hand when eating. Because of the cold and the need for warmth, the warmth given by mother seems to be cherished especially. Perhaps maternal love will be sublimated in some special places and environments. For example, at this moment, there is no warm wind, no gentle sunshine, the forest is bright, the air is covered with dust, and even the sunset is a single dark yellow. The appearance of mother was magnified in this way, and those warm scenes rolled layer by layer in the bottom of my heart. I once saw an article in which there was a sentence: my mother’s cracked hand always reached into my dream at a certain moment, becoming a symbol of my journey of time. I think this should be the common language and dream of many children. The year of the Gregorian calendar is over, and the year of the lunar calendar is also about to say goodbye. The child in the baby was still sleeping for comfort, while the person outside the baby still kept smiling. This year, he was far away from home and his mother. As if walking, walking, everything was far away. I still remember the day when I left home, I walked the road I used to walk when I was a child, went to the ridge I often went to, and stayed in the house I had been living in, unwilling to come out, until the sunshine becomes warm. At present, a door of time leads to the New Year. The wind from the North blows over the ear, but smells the breath of the village far away. In recent days, the pain all over my body has been living in my body, which is related to the village, mother and memory. Walking is far away from these days. I can do nothing and don’t care about anything, but I can’t believe the passing of time and the pain of my life. Deep in the season, it is the easiest time to settle down and also the easiest time to breed worries. Everyone will summarize the gains and losses of this year at the end of the year and look forward to the next year, but we can’t abandon the day when we are about to leave willingly. I think I am has gone far, it is still because there is one more person who wants to change and have some scruples. Even going home has become such luxury, which needs to be discussed and discussed, and then comes to a conclusion. If you grow up and have a family, you should have a choice and a loss. Do you really want to do this? I wanted to turn around and leave, but I also knew that at the moment I turned around, there was a pair of eyes looking at me behind my back. When I turned around and looked for it, I saw that pair of eyes. So I have been living in the situation of watching and being watched, but what’s the matter? In life, I always have to remember many things that should be remembered and some things that should be forgotten. In this year, I walked, walking, and it was far away, the figure was far away, and the distance was far away; But my heart was always in the same place, in the original place.

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