January and June

Silently, June is drawing to a close, and July is only a paper apart. I really want to leave something in my rough words this season, but I feel powerless at the beginning of writing, and it is difficult to make my feelings clear in clumsy language. Thinking is jumping and language is confusing, but I still want to leave a paper mark, even if it is messy. After many years, it may be a different mood to turn it up again!

I have always had a soft spot for the "six" in Arabic numerals, perhaps because it is an auspicious number that inherits an ancient concept, or because there are too many commemorations in life that are closely related to it, or perhaps there is no reason to like something, just as there is no reason and no reason to like someone.

June is the season of flowers, full of fragrance and enthusiasm; June is the season of hard work, I hope to spread my wings and soar; June is a changeable season, the sun begins to flood and the storm begins to go crazy.

Second, monologue

In June, the early summer in the south of the Yangtze River is also the arrival of the rainy season, so a long and heavy prelude begins. It is casual and can last for ten days and a half. The whole air is filled with damp breath, lingering, and the whole person seems to be covered with small blue mildew spots, and annoying thoughts fall like raindrops. I like the fresh air after rain, but I don't like the unrestrained dancing of rain. It has been raining for a long time, which makes people worry and complain inexplicably, and is inexplicably agitated.

Once upon a time, I liked this rainy day, playing barefoot in the rain and dancing with my long hair. Once upon a time, my smile was so bright, with endless words and endless passion. the past ...

A bosom friend has only a few glasses of wine, and a lover has more than half a sentence. Now they are becoming more and more silent. More often, they would rather look for spiritual sustenance here than have too many languages. Sometimes, I really want to change myself to cater to some people and things, but I can't find them. The far-fetched smile is really hard to see, and the weak attachment is really tired. Call me sentimental or lofty, but what goes deep into the bone marrow is hard to change.

Third, homesickness

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

_ _ _ _ Xi Murong

Leaning against the window, the distance is the dripping sound of rain hitting the tiles, and the nearby is the muddy sound of rain hitting the leaves, dripping on the ground and dripping in my heart. Homesickness is like a soaked seed, which swells up for no reason. The pent-up heart seems to lead to the winding path in the village. In the dim light, I vaguely saw the buttonwood tree in front of my hometown, and my mother was full of expectant eyes. ...

A little drizzle, a local accent, inadvertently hit my heart with that deep homesickness. I thought I would get used to the colorful life outside after a long time. I thought that with the passage of time, the mountains and rivers in my hometown were hazy. When I look back, I find that it has always been the deepest softness in my heart. No matter where I am, my hometown has always been my most reluctant concern.

"I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will clear up before the summer is deep." Meiyu came and hurried away, and then it was hot summer, and the pace of going home was getting closer and closer. ...

Chapter Two: Joan Fang Fei.

Time is shallow, years are like songs, leaning against the door of May season, looking at the amorous feelings of June, the wind in May gently blows away the picturesque wheatgrass in June, and the summer sky is also the rainy season. The white clouds in the sky flow like a stream, and the flowing places vividly show the emptiness and loneliness of birds flying, and the white clouds are unpredictable. One minute it's white as cotton wool, and the next it's black. Then I began to cry, as if I had been wronged. Crying is higher than crying, and the place where he sobbed is like a heartbroken woman crying. The sad and pitiful atmosphere makes people feel pity. With the cry, the sky began to rain. First, the rain is gentle and elegant, and the drizzle falls on the earth like dew, bringing coolness and comfort to people in hot summer. But with a few thunders, the rain put away its kind face. May is a changeable day. The changeable May shows the colorful and splendid four seasons. With the passage of time, the wheat straw in June came into people's sight.

"In April, the human wheatgrass, mountain temple peach blossom in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know how to turn it into it. " In Bai Juyi's poem, in April, all kinds of flowers in the world have withered, but I don't know how to wander to Dalin Temple. I accidentally saw colorful peach blossoms everywhere, which deeply moved the poet. I feel that I am sighing that spring is gone and nowhere to be found, but I accidentally met this blooming peach blossom, which made the poet not only have a dream. Yes, Wang Anshi wrote such a poem "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" It is February and March when the spring is beautiful in Jiangnan's hometown. At that time, I looked up at the north and south of the great river, the distant mountains were full of flowers and the trees were lush. Under the warm sun in spring, the frozen soil in the north opened its frozen face and showed a cheerful smile, covering the trees with green spring clothes. Look at the Jiangnan water town. With the first spring rain, the river in the water town was clear, and the flowers on the bank seemed to wake up from sleep overnight. On the same morning, they dressed themselves up and proudly showed themselves in front of people, and the magnolia trees were also arranged. At the same time, beautiful flowers are blooming on the high branches with smiles, and magnolia flowers are one after another. Standing on the branches, spreading the information of spring to people, and then dancing and moving together under the blowing of spring breeze, the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River are sprinkled with a little spring rain, which beautifully depicts the house of Yamato that has dried up for a winter, with layers of wet light makeup, and the sad girl holding the oil-paper umbrella also puts down the oil-paper umbrella and walks here with a sweet smile.

After writing all the wheatgrass in April, dare you have your own wheatgrass in June? June is a bold child, don't believe you: June wheatgrass is the most beautiful among the lotus flowers and lotus leaves in full bloom in the whole pond. In June, rain, a beautiful girl, ushered in her spring. Rain in June is a naughty little girl. She has been playing hide-and-seek with Mother Earth. She would hide behind Grandfather Sun for a while, and let Grandfather Sun bake his hot flame to the earth, so as to heat people on the earth. After a while, she lost her temper again and it began to rain cats and dogs. At this time, the lotus and lotus leaves in the lotus pond suffered the most. At first, they were still stretching their agile dances and graceful bodies under the sunlight. Before they could show their elegance, suddenly, a dark cloud floated by and it began to rain in June. The naughty girl poured the storm on the lotus and lotus leaves. At this time, the lotus and lotus leaves were turned pale and wobbly by the rain. The lotus was washed by lead in the rain, and its face turned to the sky. The raindrops are the wailing tears of the lotus in the rain. Look at the lotus leaves again, and it will be even more chaotic in the rain. As the rain washed away, they were like a group of actors with green umbrellas, jumping around without the director's command. But in a flash, it rained in June and the naughty little girl ran away again. The red sun reflected in the sky again. Lotus leaves and lotus leaves shook off the rain on their faces and smiled sweetly again. At this time, people return to the lotus pond, enjoy the beautiful and elegant dance of lotus leaves, and then look at the willows around the lotus pond. Willow in June is a mature lady, and their branches dance lightly in the breeze. Let the water show shy ripples and the willow branches float up and down. At the water's edge, it looks elegant and full of amorous feelings, just like Hua Dan dancing in his sleeves in Beijing Opera. In June, her beauty lies in the fashionable and elegant girls in the street. As soon as June enters, it is hot and summer. At this time, not only girls put on gorgeous dresses, but also girls.

April is the best in the world, and June is the best. I have seen peach blossoms all over the mountain in spring, and I prefer blue lotus leaves in summer. The peach blossom in spring is a preface, which guides people from the desolation in winter to the splendor in spring, while the lotus flower in summer can be said to be the text. It is precisely because of the coolness and purity of lotus leaves in summer that people know the noble quality of lotus flowers. It always encourages and urges people to keep a noble soul in the increasingly polluted social atmosphere. The uniqueness of live high and the honest and frank of live high make their life as bright as peach blossoms in spring and as clean as lotus flowers in summer. I hope this kind of life can become everyone's life pursuit and dream wish.

Chapter 3: Autumn in June

How time flies! It's almost the end of June

Careful calculation, a year has gone halfway. Time is a tireless person, never stopping from ancient times to the present.

I rented a house outside in June this year. The house is near the city center. I thought it wouldn't be cold and cheerless if I was close to the excitement. However, the excitement does exist and it is still cold and cheerless. At night 1 1 p.m, the traffic on the street kept on, which seriously affected my sleep. I can't sleep. My ears are quarrelling all the time. It will be clearer to come out to accompany you. In the morning, before five o'clock, Hawking began to appear in black and pink clothes to wake up all the restless audience. I often wake up helplessly. In fact, how much I don't want to be an audience. Once, at three o'clock at night, I was awakened by the creaking of friction. I watched too many horror movies, and people's thinking was at this point, so everything about fear rushed to my scalp, and when I was sleepy, I ran outside. I simply got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling window. In the dim light, I saw the cleaner cleaning the underground garbage with a shovel, and the shovel hit the ground. I don't know who he has a problem with, so I have to use force. I didn't scream after all, but I'd better go back and find my dream.

I thought I would never sleep well, but Keren is really a strange animal. Maybe I inherited my mother's worry about sleepiness. After half a month, I didn't feel any sound, but I slept well. I slept at 22: 00 at night and woke up when the alarm went off in the morning.

Life is so neither salty nor light, and it will be the end of June after a while.

I still like novels, so I start reading some when I have nothing to do. I also try to write some. You can feel the joy of growing up all the way. I have made remarkable progress in my brushwork, structural design and data collection. However, when I get close to the text, I have an obvious gap. Looking at what others wrote, this gap became heavy, so I had to say to myself, come on, come on.

I have always liked Lover magazine, and this time I tried to contribute an emotional novel when will you come again. In fact, the first trial has passed, and I only wait for the final result on July 20. I sent this novel to my brother, who told me two words: disgusting. His words made me suddenly realize. There is a great distance between literature and popular novels. My brother later said, elder sister, it's not that your writing is not good, and I don't like your sadness between the lines, you know? Leslie Cheung committed suicide after Farewell My Concubine. I'm afraid you have this psychological shadow. How can emotional novels be moved to death by love?

I smiled and lost myself in thought.

I was really busy in June this year. I am busy moving, working, training, and even going to my hometown in Hubei. I stayed at home for only one night and hurried back to Wenzhou. In the afternoon, I got off the bus and started to work.

June has fallen like a flower, falling from the tree of years to the ground, just waiting for the dream of the coming year to fall from the branches.

Will there be?

Next year,

Or next year.

I think where there is a dream, there should be a road. Of course, the road is under your feet.

Chapter 4: June

Suddenly I found my sister's words so lonely.

It seems that she has never fulfilled her responsibility as a sister and has always ignored her loneliness in adolescence. Her words made me see my own shadow a few years ago. Silence and noise are separated by a transparent glass, but life is two different worlds.

I tried to leave something behind her words, but what can I say? After all, we are still two independent individuals. I can't control her thoughts. As for guidance, what qualifications do I have? I messed up my youth. Sometimes I feel that I don't even have a coherent life, and I am not qualified to interfere in other people's lives.

I just have to look at them, just look at them.

What kind of idea is this?

This is my life now.

I told Sam that I often do many things alone in this strange city now. I will enter the countdown state and look forward to the day when I leave this city. I am not alone at this time. At this time, I can't help thinking that if someone can accompany me on those roads, it's good to go anywhere. I will follow you.

It turns out that my ideal free and easy can't really make me free and easy.

I once wanted to go to a strange city and see strangers alone.

It really is.

I plan how to escape every day.

Some time ago, I was in a bad mood At the moment when my mother's illness was diagnosed, I seemed to have prepared for the worst and prepared for compromise. But in the end, I am still unwilling. Fate has made me lose my mother's care since I was a child, and I should not destroy the family that we finally pieced together. I will never allow this to happen, I will never allow it. It may be a little extreme. It's the first time I'm so eager to look forward to a miracle, looking forward to its arrival.

If, I mean, if there is such a thing as fate.

Fate,

Are you good to me?

If you can really pray for something,

I just want my family to be healthy and happy. Harmony.

I just hope my future will be smoother. A little brighter.

I only hope that my sincerity can be exchanged for another person's treasure.

Many times, I am here, quietly watching, watching the warmth carefully cherished by the ideal child, and I will feel happy.

Although it is something that has nothing to do with yourself.

If there's anything to be grateful for.

Are those who still have confidence in happiness.

Many times, they make me feel warm.

Let me believe that the world still has 100% sincerity.

When I talked with a classmate about high school, I suddenly missed it. I miss the person who gave me 30% happiness.

I often wonder whether those beautiful things really exist or I made them up.

But the ideal is still so stubborn.