June used to be far away to me, but now it has become a ruler to measure the past. It seems to let the charm of nature take its course. Without knowing it, everything happens quietly. However, we are caught off guard, leaving us tired of dealing with it. Sentimental words, gathered bit by bit, became this story without knowing what to say.
The first weekend in June coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival. For me, going home is a plan to walk after Duku. Because there is always a little scenery on the way home. Besides, with the company of a dedicated girl and beautiful scenery, it just fills in all the sadness of being alone on Duku Road in the past few years. The Duku Highway in 2022 is said to be officially open to traffic on June 10. At that time, I wanted to go along the Duku Highway to Nalati with the little idiot, and in the singing of Wang Qi's "Shepherd of Koktohai", I went straight to Nalati to visit the 71st Regiment again. In the hundreds of kilometers of travel, I saw the green and rusty mountains, and felt the intertwining of the four seasons. In June, take a look at the indifference of spring and summer, and the piercing of autumn and winter. In the circling, you can reach deep into the mountains, feel the changes of air pressure and climate, and in the deep breath, you can swallow everything into your stomach and spit out all the unhappiness again.
And the Dragon Boat Festival, I haven't had a drink with my uncle for a long time. It also happened that I went to the mountain with the little fool to pick up straw mushrooms. I didn't finish it, so I stepped on the accelerator and drove along the road with the roar and exhaust of the car. The summer in Xinjiang is the summer in Xinjiang, which is formed by the emerald branches winding on the earth, circling and twisting. The emerald green and blue sky interweave. The day before summer, it was torrential rain on the vast land, and the howling cold wind swept the streets.
In the hot sun, the cool wind is blowing, and the thick clouds are smeared with tears. In the flying time, it seems like a shadow shuttling. Unconsciously, hundreds of kilometers became smoke. The wet grass where it rained heavily yesterday, I wanted to stop but didn't want to get stuck in the mud. Seeing that there was no signal on the mobile phone, Brother Liu came quietly after waiting for a long time. So he and the little fool looked at the black bee in Xinjiang.
The only reason I met Brother Liu was that I parked my car in front of his brother's bee spot. And I just want to have something to eat and refresh myself.
The appointment with time always passes quietly in the blink of an eye. I drove back to the main road when the mobile phone alarm clock rang. After talking with my uncle on the phone, I found that he was already preparing delicious food. So I stepped on the accelerator to the end and indulged in my music on the silent road.
Go back to the room, take out the old cellar seven years ago, pack it up and go to eat, which is in line with my design. I'm not the only one who eats, drinks and pulls the little fool.
Two bottles for three people, not much. For me, it's just a little drunk. But in the long river of time, the time of being slightly drunk is always precious. Because it is the most relaxed, there is no drinking, there is no greed, there is only the flavor of life.
When I was slightly drunk, I always thought of thousands of poems written by poets after being drunk. I used to integrate words into my life, but I never thought that today words have become the basis of settling down. So I want to write some words to comfort myself and save the misery that there is only one article every month. But the final result has become the lingering charm of the delay. Walking on the long corridor at sunset with light and shadow, pulling the little fool and seven aunts and eight aunts to walk on the street, the smell of fireworks in the world of mortals is just a bit tipsy and romantic.
The world is short of love, day and night. But if it becomes a bit of life, all the romances are moving forward between our stories.
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Hello, I'm Jiang Chen. Long time no see, I'm still here. All the words will slowly communicate with the soul. I think that our future will move forward in the witness and company of each other.
We look forward to growing together with you.
Thank you for your ten year appointment from 2014. ♥
