Autumn is finally over, and the footsteps of winter have quietly entered my field of vision. Every year when I think of the end of the season, I think of Shelley's famous saying, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, even if the people around you are far away from you, maybe they suddenly disappear in your field of vision, but this expectation for spring has never faded.
I have always thought that I am in good health, and I can't compete with the sudden change of the weather for a while. The flu swept like a locust plague in the farmland, and I didn't escape this disaster. At this sensitive moment, the mention of flu is always associated with swine flu, so every move in public should be restrained and restricted.
As the saying goes: "Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like reeling." This sentence seems a bit exaggerated to me. I haven't realized that I can't sleep at night and the pain is unbearable. I just feel that for a while, my heart was empty, and I had to go from waking to falling asleep all day, and then from falling asleep to opening my eyes, wrapping the quilt tightly and letting sweat soak my pajamas one by one. However, I still woke up thinking that I was going to have an intravenous drip today. I am not a person who likes injections very much. I always feel that when that small pinhole passes through my skin and then enters the blood vessels, it is a kind of extreme abuse to my body. I remember that when I was a child, the school had to give every student a vaccination and hide in advance every time. It's no use knowing this little trick It was also a prelude before I burst into tears.
The night before, my forehead burned all night and my lips were as dry as the earth after a long drought. I think if I put a well in front of me, I can't moisten my chapped lips at the moment. It's dark early in the morning, and I don't think it's time for school. The son clamored for his father to send him to school. It turns out that today's weather is going to cool down again, and there is a momentum of "dark clouds pressing the city to destroy". When I left, my husband repeatedly told me not to forget the breakfast and infusion on the table.
Looking out of the window, the world was at a loss, and the nearby trees were shrouded in dim light. This gloomy scene is hard to cheer people up. A few days later, if the sky has vented its long-standing resentment, it is impolite to shed your own tears. If it were me, I would vent my pent-up resentment from time to time, just like God, but those who have never cared and cared will be wronged. In this way, I felt the first snow since winter, accompanied by chills. This winter snow has neither the tenderness of spring rain nor the enthusiasm of summer rain, nor the romance of autumn rain, but it has its own unique aloof, which I like.
After breakfast, take a copy of 2008 National Prose Selection to the outpatient shop in the community for intravenous drip. When I walked into the store, the shopkeeper had greeted me with a smile, and the nurse came over to help me inject the medicine skillfully. Although the store is not big, it accommodates more patients than I expected. I'm still sitting in front of Chaoyang, next to a pot of calla lilies, which is very eye-catching, and the exaggerated branches and leaves are full of vitality. I thought I would be like them in two days. Even if there is no sunshine today, I have lost my love for sunshine, but I like the tranquility and peace here. There are sketches of Zhao Benshan on TV from time to time. I only hear the laughter from TV, but I can't see how happy the patients in the shop are. Perhaps, because of illness, that joy has also been hidden.
(2)
I don't know how I got through last winter. Every winter, there will be unspeakable unhappiness, and I will think of the elderly. I am always stuck at home and can't go out; I will remember that when my mother was still alive, I would keep making new cotton-padded clothes for the children; I will remember that my father's study is always smoky.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the days of laughter seem to be fading away. At night, under the dazzling colors and dim lights, I will be in a daze from time to time. I've thought about everything I can think of, is it to make up for my amnesia or something I feel guilty about? I can't figure it out myself.
A few rainy days seem to have swept away all the good moods. I shuttle through the crowd every day, but I don't care about the once amazing ginkgo tree, and I don't pay attention to whether there is a seductive sound under my feet. In a hurry, I walked around again and again, until one day, I saw the withered chrysanthemum still so beautiful. I thought: will you remind me this winter?
Long-accumulated thoughts have flooded to the shore, but the coast seems to be powerless and unprepared, struggling in the depths of sand and hard soil. Winter snow has penetrated into every inch of land, and the dry and cold wind warns people from time to time. This is my strength. When I curl up in my comfortable room, I will think, is that place full of dirt so warm? Is there a warm hand to cover the heat in the cold bed? Those yellow grasses have no ability to resist the wind. I think, even a stubborn stone, what will happen?
When you can't do it, you will always find some reasonable excuses for yourself. Let this honeysuckle stay a little longer, because there are still many people waiting, beside …
Sometimes, things are strange. When you hate something happening, maybe it will bring you some happiness. Take my illness for example. This book has been beside the bed for several months, and I haven't made any progress in reading it. However, in these few short days, I have become familiar with its contents. From the first time I read the speech at the opening ceremony of Peking University, I knew how low-key and ignorant the successful person of New Oriental was, and his humorous words made people fondle it. Zhang Guohua's "Lost Twenty-four Turn" learned that there is another place in Guizhou, China that is so unforgettable. As the author said, "The twenty-four turns in history are tragic, hot, lonely and lonely." I still can't deeply understand the meaning, but I have vaguely felt the unusual features of these twenty-four turns.
I like a sentence, no matter what age the authors are, they don't need to be interpreted by age, and there is no generation gap between them. It's just a secret love in my heart, and the feeling of never meeting each other will be ignorant. I am very satisfied. When I am haggard, there is still a book to comfort my soul. I am grateful that it can accompany me. In fact, I am not a person who loves reading very much, but I always feel that not charging myself will make my mind dull and stiff.
Reading silently, unconsciously, time flies, and three small bottles are lost in an instant. Looking at the chaotic sky, I can't feel the meaning of' first blooming'. It is still snowing in winter. I know I need calla lily to accompany me tomorrow, and I also want to taste a collection of essays that comfort my soul.
(3)
There are more and more snowfalls, the earth comes as promised, and the snowflakes walk lightly, just like the heart rippling in the blue sky and white snow, but suddenly they lose a kind of persistence in the past. Little things in life can always make people feel how much. An injured person who has been lying in bed for a long time has a dull pain and screams at the bottom of his heart. Is it cicada's pain or eternal memory? It is true that if I wander like I did in my last life, walk in the eternal wilderness and stay away from the noisy downtown, I will greet a new course with brilliant light.
Feel the source of life and ancient civilization with wandering body and soul. Fragmented pictures will eventually have a satisfactory ownership. A one-way trip is always accompanied by loneliness. My heart is as old as before, and I suddenly feel that the "melting pot" surrounded by Cang Kejia's works is so full of passion and suddenly separated. Like a dream, it shakes in front of your eyes, clusters of flames light up in the narrow space of Ran Ran, dancing in front of your eyes like beating notes, and that wonderful melody flows in your heart, conveying a well-known warmth and tenderness, which makes you intoxicated, obsessed, nostalgic and persistent in Ruo Ban. I have been longing for it for a long time and I am familiar with it.
The turbulent era of climbing mountains and mountains, drifting from place to place, smoke everywhere, and repeated wars came back to our eyes in an instant. If it wasn't for others, we just felt that Yi 'an, who had been loved and admired several times, also moved south with his family as soon as possible for a belief. I don't know where he comes from. For father, for husband, for faith, for ceremony? No one knows, just think about it and be sincere and reasonable.
What else can carry such a heavy text? The volume of the book fills my heart, and only I have a deep understanding. I read not only pages of paper, but also Gu Song in the crevice, which has been shaped for a long time at the end of a high cliff.
The perception of words, without much worry and thinking, is a happy way, perhaps just a spiritual comfort. For a long time, there has always been an idea that no matter how many faces a person has, it is often a text that expresses his inner self. This thoughtless kindness just shows that life should be like this. When my innermost thoughts were excavated, my soul was bleached in the sunbathing. Admittedly, if I say it, I don't have to worry about the confusion of thinking. Different people have different opinions, and here are just their own opinions.
When you walk through the lingering fragrance of ink, you will be moved by the dense words from time to time, and you will soon be happy. You can touch the tips of your hair and feel the places you have never been and yearn for. If I suddenly feel that the attic is strewn at random, and the loyal wife who dreams of marrying her master so that she can enjoy books in Tianyi Pavilion is so obsessed with words, then I will be ashamed. What's more, the chastity archway, which appeared in front of us, has stood for many years and swayed before our eyes after the baptism of wind and rain. How many people have left tears, just seeking a calm and self-sufficient name and achieving some humiliation. In the snowy season, listen to a sentiment and hand-draw an expectation.