When I mentioned the pen, I knew that this was the day when "I" disappeared on the network again. This time, I may not be able to keep up with the sweat, but I hope this is the beginning of watering my own grassland. I remember the micro life I once wrote, but it is more reflective of my own reality. I remember someone said it was a life in the cloud, but when it came to the field, it was a bleeding heart.
In this world, life is easy; Living is easy, but living is not easy. Everyone spins like a top for the sake of the red banknotes. Holding them in your hand is real, sleeping on your pillow is reliable, going out is confidence, and facing acquaintances is face saving.
I hit the keyboard, hoping to escape from all this, I changed my IP, but could not change the world where I was. Once boasted of "cultivating one's morality, governing one's family, ruling the country and leveling the world", but now it is not easy to "cultivate one's morality". After all, it has been even more difficult to retain one's original intention in the world of mortals. I swam across the sea of life, but found myself lost more and more. The seemingly calm self has actually been in a panic, and the seemingly unconcerned self has already been on pins and needles. Once a few songs of literature and art, now only the code is hit by the computer. It seems that I can only say "I was young at that time and liked to pretend to be an artist, but now I'm well."
From the holiday to today, I huddled in front of the computer like a dodder, looking at my white hair and calmly tapping the keyboard. It turns out that many things difficult to express are pain.
The heart of slowly starting appeared and set out to go home. But where is home? The place with parents is home. The father is in Su Township, and the mother is in 71. It is only for the red money that separates the two places for hundreds of kilometers. I use my sweat in the hot sun to irrigate some tender grass to feed the sheep that have not yet been out of the pen.
With a sigh, I put my bag on my back and embarked on the road back to Su Township. In the hot sun, squeeze out some of your own sweat for their coolness. After a few years of college, I waited to work independently. In that way, no one left sweat and blood for me anymore.
However, my mother said that I would retire after I got married and started my career.
In this regard, I can only be an ascetic monk now and use my own sweat to irrigate my own grassland, otherwise, where can I raise the next generation of sheep? Although, the sheepfold needs another person to build with me.
It's too early to talk about this.
However, the son wants to support but does not stay close.
Jiang Chen
2016.7.14
