Tonight, when my son was sleeping, I walked out of the house with a hundred pounds of myself. Please note that it is not running away from home.
Just walked around the sidewalk of the community for three times.
After only three laps, I walked with tired legs and flushed cheeks. The journey is not long, just because the stay time is too long, and the cold wind in the northern night is silent, sharp and messy, sweeping my face unscrupulously, just like the wiper swinging back and forth on the window, so my face is brushed thick and transparent, not only weathered, but also weathered.
3 14 A Buick was parked on the roadside downstairs, and the careless owner forgot to close the right window. I'm as anxious as an aunt in the neighborhood Committee, and I can't wait to call the owner downstairs to close the window with a horn in my hand. On second thought, it woke up the neighbors and my son. Forget it, forget it! I hurried by without looking. I comforted myself: Who can see at night? It's just that I walked three times, and after three times, I couldn't help but look at the open window every time. I found that people just forgot to close the window, but I left my heart in the car.
The narrow sidewalk winds around all the buildings and trees beside them. It suddenly occurred to me that 16 years ago, when the little girl was crossing the No.54 tram track, she held her mother's hand and hummed a funny limerick repeatedly: "Go, go, go, be ignorant and carefree". At that time, she was only six years old. Now she is 22 years old and has been studying abroad for eight years! Looking at Jiang Yang's "The Three of us", I recall that the three of us once curled up on the spacious sofa to watch TV dramas, and the time on the sofa disappeared when we walked; Walking and walking, the three of us became four in the blink of an eye. Should we miss or celebrate that time that we can't go back?
While eating, Emei in the group broke the news with a smile. Miss Jing is going to publish a book! I am really happy for Miss Jing. She was born for words, and this day will come sooner or later, I always think so. I just don't know who Miss Jing thought of first after signing the contract for the first book. Is it a mother who sleeps in the grave or a lover who walks away? Or someone else? Or something else? Teacher Jing's writing is always so romantic in Leng Yan. Once I heard her jokingly recite poems in dialect in the middle of the night. Thought of here, I smiled. Will Miss Jing in the distance smile at the moment?
In the morning, I learned that Luxi, which is quiet and small in the group, is under large-scale construction. A cultural, leisure and clean place integrating book bar, coffee bar and youth travel must be a unique place for Beijing cultural people to gather. An An, who seldom spoke to him, quietly caught an ideal at the foot of the mountain in the distance, between the jungle and the tea forest, and immediately took action to build an unfinished house. How beautiful it will be when it is completed depends on your imagination now. And everyone in our group can't wait for the day of completion. Imagine, under the mountain far away from the hubbub and glitz, in a fairyland-like courtyard, a group of big coffee and literary worms are dancing, and what kind of black and pink the world and human beings will be written.
I don't know, Yiyi, the talented team leader, turned out to be a jeweler. Emei, who owns many physical stores, is about to complete the transformation of her writer's life. Julia, the poet, makes us fall in love with her poems every day. Joanna, the master of Nine Types, told everyone about Nine Types while writing realistic literature by leaps and bounds, which was a blockbuster! Recently, Zhuang Zhuang, who doesn't talk much, happily added a son, and a daughter and a son eventually became "good". ..... Our wizard group is not only crouching tiger, hidden dragon, but also thriving!
On the last lap, the footsteps were idle and the thoughts poured in.
Well, I haven't seen my parents for over 20 days. How are they? On the phone, my elder sister and my second sister never reported good news or bad news, and I knew they just didn't want me to miss them. I can only call my third child, who is straightforward and understands the situation of mom and dad. Knowing that my mother has been making a lot of trouble recently, I dragged my 88-year-old father around and threatened to go to the west. I was helpless and distressed. I dare not blame God, he is the God of parents. Without his protection, parents would not live such a pure and long life. Think of the sisters in their sixties. Their legs and feet are not much lighter than their parents. They should be old enough to support the elderly, and I should share more with the youngest. However, they are still taking care of their parents and sharing the responsibility of supporting the elderly for me. Every time I think about this, the responsibility of unfilial crime always makes me feel disappointed and uneasy.
Three circles in the community, nine songs about life.
I forgot to look up at the night sky last night to see if the big moon is still hanging above our community.