Life is a song, and I’m always out of tune.
Yesterday, in the WeChat group created by Mr. V, everyone was texting 1024. I also typed in 1024, then put down my phone and went to work on my hand.
Who would have expected that when I got home from get off work in the afternoon, I would open WeChat and see a screen full of messages, a new group: Thousand Word Essays Every Day. After entering, I climbed up the stairs and looked at the chat history. Some were updating group rules, some were making suggestions, some were...
Seeing these, I felt a little impulsive and had many more ideas. . There are also thoughts of retreat. After more than ten years of school work and life, I became accustomed to ease and became very lazy. Later, in order to support my family, I quit my job and worked all day long.
I miss those days in ANYP very much, and the friends who stayed with me through joy and sorrow together.
At this moment, nameless sadness,
suddenly came to my heart...
Not willing to accept the current situation; not willing to accept the current situation of life. Playing tricks on my most precious childhood moments. With a closed mind, a poor life, full of high dreams and unwillingness to be left alone, I am out of place!
In the year of graduation, due to various reasons, I did not have the girlfriend I had been with for almost four years, so I went to a foreign country with my ideals. But he stayed alone at the foot of the mountain - building a dream!
To build a dream, I can only use this word to comfort my little heart! The stories buried in my heart have also settled under the influence of time. Thank you to my family, current friends and future friends who have always been by my side!
In that era, after getting off work every day, the first thing to do was to go to the bar, find the brothers and sisters in ANYP, maintain order in the forum area, organize online activities, etc., hold a Manzhushahua dating party, and play Started a blog, personal space, etc. But at that time, computers were a luxury product for me. I always felt that it was far away from me. I didn’t strive for it, nor did I try hard to own it! Leaving things behind, looking back now, I feel that I was ignorant, naive, and ordinary at that time. It is a true portrayal of that era!
I remember that during the summer vacation in junior high school, I rode a weighted flying pigeon bicycle alone, dragging two 60-centimeter-deep bamboo baskets behind me, and climbed along the slow slope road to the neighboring village. Go up and sell apples. When I was weak, I mustered up the courage for the first time and took the first step in my life to promote myself. From then on, I only did it less than ten times in a row. On the main street of the small village, you can casually cut in, put on your posture, and start winning the first pot of gold in your life! They usually end the battle earlier than those of their parents' age. Usually around one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the money I earned is handed over to my mother.
It’s a pity that days like this can’t continue like this. If it continues, it may change... I remember when I was studying in a foreign country, whenever I saw those selling fruits on the street stalls, I felt very friendly, but now, I no longer feel that way.
When the scorching sun is shining, I meet up with seven or eight friends to play a few kicks on a gravelly field. It is very stressful. Maybe this is the feeling that our partners gave our parents back then!
Tired, life has to go on.
Two days ago, after seeing the above picture forwarded from WeChat circle, I thought about it for a long time!
"Life is like a song, and I am always off-key."
Life is like a song, and which of us can stand up and say that we are not off-key at all?
I really want to include a song, but I haven’t gotten permission yet, so I’m omitting it here! (Some time ago, in my official account group, I met a very talented girl with sharp writing skills and a charming voice. It is a pleasure to listen to her sing a cappella!)