Appreciation of Tianya prose

Day after day to the end of the summer vacation. I came to Hangzhou just in time for the rainy season. Because I work outdoors, I can't work in the rain. At first, I was more or less worried. If it keeps raining, even the problem of eating will make me start looking for a new life again.

Day after day, the rain is not so unique after all. In this way, we have extra heart to do. "At dusk, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word?" This concern has nothing to do with us.

When the rainy season is coming to an end, I feel a faint nostalgia.

In misty rain, there is another kind of scenery. In the rainy season in heaven, I don't know how many flowers I broke. Lao Zhang and I will never be remembered. Not only we, but also those impermanent joys and sorrows are hazy. The rain wet the Ming Dynasty in Shenzhen and Hong Kong. In the rainy season, I only feel that there is a rustling early and a rustling late.

Every night, Lao Zhang has a big fight with mosquitoes. Although we have mosquito nets, those mosquitoes will try their best to squeeze into our small world, and killing such uninvited guests is the best policy.

"If I tell you to run, you will die." Lao Zhang said thinly.

"Elimination is our principle."

"You go from that end, I go from this end. Let's fight together. "

Gradually, mosquito killing has become a compulsory course before going to bed. Lao Zhang will write it down every time he calls. Every time he finished playing, he always said how much he had played. Every time I look at Lao Zhang's bloody palm, I always feel distressed. What is this life for? Even so, we can still live happily.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening after work in the afternoon, and dusk has begun. Almost. Lao Zhang and I go for a walk every night. Wearing dirty clothes, for the sake of so-called image, it doesn't matter.

Talking endlessly about what we saw and heard along the way, our construction site is surrounded by university towns, and when we go out, it is the Media College. The environment is wrong. Every day, I watch with Lao Zhang outside a basketball court in the community, and people who are similar to us play ball.

Just watching the fog, the night came slowly. In this way, I talked about some of our time at school. Sometimes when Lao Zhang doesn't come out, I come out by myself and sit in the park by the river for half a day.

The waning moon in Xiao Feng is full of men and women. Most of the people who come here are young couples and old couples. Once, a middle-aged couple came. A woman was holding a man, followed by a boy of four or five years old, probably their son. I haven't been here since. A couple come every day to catch cicadas together. Such love is as clean as blue sea and blue sky.

By the river, there is no noise, it is always quiet. Every time I sit there, I always think of the love in the book I sat by the Pietro and cried.

"May my tears flow far away so that my lover will never know that one day I cried for him. . . . . "。 I stopped going afterwards.

When we first arrived, we didn't know anyone else well. There are several people working together, most of whom take care of each other. Not saying a few words a day. Later, an old man and a young man came, saying they were older. Working together, I didn't say a word at first, but as time went on, I got familiar with it and my parents became shorter.

It turns out that we are fellow villagers with them. It is not an old friend in a foreign country, but it is also a joy. In this way, people and things we talk about are much closer. Slowly, I became familiar with it. I'm from my hometown. Why should I care so much?

Lao Zhang and I call uncle. Unfortunately, I don't even know his first name, or even his last name. It's really bad to think like this. If it doesn't matter to people our age, it's a little sorry for the older generation. After all, they come from the same hometown.

I do bad things with Lao Zhang. Uncle is always around to remind you to be safe.

"Money is endless and the days are long."

"yes! Safety first, we won't do it if we don't want to make money. "

Every time I watch my uncle climb up and down, I always feel sad. Think about yourself again, and Lao Zhang's heart will fade. I asked him why he came out to do this kind of work at his age, and my uncle didn't seem to want to say anything more.

Uncle has four children, all of whom are married. Uncle dreamed that they could embark on the road of reading, but it backfired. Four children don't even have high school, so they can feel the feeling of hating iron and not turning into steel when they talk. It is every parent's long-cherished wish to expect their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed, but on the way of growing up, every child has his own dream and life he yearns for. Love, why so importune.

I asked my uncle why he came out at such a big age. There are so many children and every family is a little short of money, which is enough for the living expenses of two old people.

"The eldest son has been unhappy in business. All the money earned in previous years was given to him, and the life of the second son was not satisfactory after several years of marriage. The prostitute is from another family. " Uncle said slowly.

"You can still do it yourself. Don't involve them."

"Pay attention to your health, not us guys." I said.

"Work for five years, save some money for five years, and then stop working."

At the beginning, Lao Zhang and I had some difficulties in insisting on this life of sunrise and sunset. And uncle, he has lived like this all his life. When we are together, my uncle often talks about his past. He came out at the age of seventeen. The road is too long for me and Lao Zhang to walk.

After they were familiar with uncle, uncle also called Lao Zhang for something. I feel funny when I listen to it. Lao Zhang once asked me alone if he was really old. My uncle is very humorous and human, and gradually we can't feel the age gap together. Uncle plays some pop music every night, and some songs are songs that even Lao Zhang and I no longer listen to. He never tires of listening. The pure tone of the young girl floats in the summer breeze with the sound of mosquitoes and thunder every night. It seems to be back to the golden age of seventeen or eighteen.

"Uncle is old, but his heart is not old," Lao Zhang said with a smile.

"yes! It is the passion of 28 years old. " (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)

"Listen to the most romantic thing again."

When I was young, the past was gone forever. Especially under the same roof.

At night, I walked alone and looked at the lights. In the cool breeze, the night slowly spreads, and the moon hangs on the willow. Thinking about the dribs and drabs when I came out with Lao Zhang, the blowing wind felt very lonely.

Tired every time I work. Lao Zhang said, "When can I have a home?" . The tone reveals helplessness.

However, the young man who came with my uncle is about our age. As the head of the family, he doesn't talk much. Just because my wife is going to have a baby, I will take the money to work to earn money to support my family. I don't know how he can rest assured that I have a wife who is going to have a baby at home. Although I haven't received any high education or read too many books, I must have a feeling of concern. I'm only here to earn money so that my soon-to-be-born wife can live a more affluent life when she gives birth to a child in the future.

Lao Zhang and I are always booed when we talk about marriage. At present, it is a great test to live alone. Don't drag your marriage here again. The Contract of Life and Death is already a deep sadness, and Holding Your Hand is a romantic and beautiful legend.

When I was tired, Lao Zhang and I imagined the future, and everything we said was foggy. When we talk about the world, fatigue and heat have been forgotten. Years of mountains and rivers, rolling red dust, dribs and drabs, endless.

During that time, there was almost no leisure except work. A few books I brought with me were almost finished in a few days. I can't go to work when it rains, and I don't have the conditions to study. Although it is a university town, the summer vacation is very deserted. I went all over the bookstore, and there are only two Xiasha Road, which is very close to the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China. One of them is almost all about postgraduate entrance examination and examination of civil servants, and the other is Spark Bookstore. There aren't many books in it. It's messy and looks messy. But the price of the book is right and the boss's attitude is not very good. A book can't be picked up and read for long.

When it rains, I often come alone-Spark Bookstore. Lao Zhang usually doesn't come with me. He can read novels without reading books for a long time. Besides, I can't, in my spare time. Those things seem to have magical powers. It may be because I don't have enough money, but I don't want to buy the book I want to read. I would rather buy books than eat. At that time, there was nothing to hide in reality.

Every time there are few customers in the bookstore, the lobby is deserted.

Every time I go, I always meet a girl my age. It seems that when it rains, we become librarians in bookstores and come to work regularly. She always wears plain clothes and carries a plaid umbrella. The appearance is clean and exquisite. We met several times, and we became familiar with each other, but we still looked at each other. I took Zhang Ailing's book, so I took Zhang Xiaoxian's book. Coincidentally, I took an easy book. I took life as the first time I saw it, and she took pottery as something unusual at that time. I had read these books when I was in high school, but when I saw them on the shelf, I just flipped through them.

She looked at me and I looked at her. The scene is embarrassing because the two books are not together, but far away and mixed with other messy books. Holding a book in hand, we smiled at each other and nodded. I didn't speak and put down my book. In this strange city, it was the first time that I nodded tacitly with a stranger about-life is like the first time. After all, we are doomed to forget each other in the years to come.

Another rainy day, I went to the bookstore. The girl didn't come again, and two books were gone. She may have bought it. Looking around, I found that there was only one easy book on the shelf-Thinking Naively. I flipped through it and put it down. I don't want to buy it.

Lao Zhang, when it rains, you always have to sleep or play cards. I am not interested in that. I stopped going after a few times, and even if it rained, I just flipped through a few books I took with me.

When you are in the bookstore, you just look at it and don't buy it, but you dare not look at it, otherwise it will attract the boss. Therefore, after reading the first chapter of a book, it is the last chapter. If the story in the middle is simple and confusing, it will be full of twists and turns. If you close the book, it won't be incomplete. On such a rainy day, I have finished turning over dozens of books, except those that are packaged and dare not open.

This summer vacation is barren and rich. I just watched too many beginnings and endings, which made me a little lost.

Write down love and hate and read the beginning and end of love and hate. I misunderstood the original intention of the story, just hoping that "this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs", and I just came to hide in Jiang Nanyu under the eaves.

Don't come again after the rain clears.

This kind of day won't last long. After all, Lao Zhang and I won't live here for long. The prosperity here is just a drop in the bucket in the later life of Lao Zhang and me.

Even if we end this journey, we will meet again one day. It is only a matter of time before it is too late.

Later, another person came. I still don't know my name. We all call him Lao Liu, an Anqing native, about thirty years old, and he doesn't look very good. Lao Liu has a philosophy of life. Take money lightly. In his life, the happiness of life is the foundation of life. If ordinary people all over the world had such a philosophy of life, the pain in the world would not be so rampant.

Lao Zhang and I like working with Lao Liu best. Lao Liu began to work, and he had a good impression on Ah Q. Drilling is drilling, and nailing is nailing, but he is more selfish than Ah Q. When the boss is away, he always advises us not to do it too fast, too hard and too hard. Lao Zhang and I know nothing about the rules of this workplace, but Lao Liu uses them freely.

Lao Liu's philosophy of life is not a hollow name, but is confirmed by his own actions. He comes to work, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, and often doesn't come, so my work with Lao Zhang is sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

"Lao Liu, if you are idle at home, you won't come. All the work will be left to us." Lao Zhang said bitterly.

"He cultivates himself at home," I said.

"If we do this in the future, we won't need a home."

"If your wife doesn't say anything, you have to worry."

Lao Zhang and I were very happy when Lao Liu came. Not only can you do less work, but you can also bring a lot of fun to old Liu Can.

"I didn't spend much money getting married!" Lao Liu said with a smile.

"Introduced by your family?" I said.

"No, I found it myself."

"Unexpectedly, Lao Liu is also romantic." Lao Zhang stopped the electric drill and smiled.

"Where, where, is congenial!" Lao Liu said.

"After I got married, she also gave me money to build a new house."

"With such a good woman, we are hopeless in this life." I said.

"I went to work for a year last year, and she supported me." Liu seems very proud.

Such a conversation always ends with laughter. At dinner, Lao Zhang and I talked about the problem of relying on women to support us in the future. Although I envy Lao Liu, Lao Zhang and I don't have that luxury. With a woman, Lao Zhang would never do anything, but if I were you, I would rather die. In this life, I have never thought of giving any sorrow to the person who "grows old with his son".

After working for seven days in a row, Lao Liu stopped coming and said he would take two days off. One day didn't come, two days didn't come, three days still didn't show up. Lao Zhang often says whether Lao Liu will be exhausted. I don't understand what kind of life my wife and children will live with such labor. If it were me and Lao Zhang, I would lose sleep. However, Lao Liu lived so peacefully and calmly.

Lao Liu really didn't come after that. We miss him a little. We met him on the way to dinner after work. We shouted Liu as if we had met an old friend in a foreign country. He watches TV in the shop next to the shop, and he is carefree. I didn't know that Lao Liu didn't work here until I asked, saying that he was going to Wuhu. Lao Zhang and I never asked again. Just say goodbye, maybe forever. However, I often talk about Lao Liu at work.

Years passed by, and I have been in Hangzhou for more than a month. At the beginning of August, there was no work on the construction site, and the boss just asked us to wait, so we had a holiday.

However, for several days in a row, the boss still gave you the result. In this way, Lao Zhang and I can't afford it. Summer vacation is limited, so we can't afford to waste it. I was going to leave. However, it is inevitable that you will regret coming to Hangzhou instead of going to the West Lake.

So, the next day, I went to the West Lake with Lao Zhang and my uncle at dawn. It's still a short journey from Xiasha to West Lake. I sat on the bus for nearly two hours.

The long journey has calmed the original excited heart and the beautiful longing for the West Lake. Although it is not the first time to visit Hangzhou, it is the first time to visit the West Lake. The TV series White Snake, which I never missed when I was a child, came back bit by bit. Broken bridge and snow, what a romantic legend.

Unconsciously, in all kinds of guesses and expectations, I arrived at Xizi Lake. Looking forward to coming, coming, but feeling lost. What I saw was not as beautiful as I thought. It seems that some classical charm is missing, and modern civilization has plunged into the landscape. Uncle has been talking about the West Lake for more than ten years. It has been more than ten years. People have changed and the scenery has changed. Some memories live in the past of life for some people, but when people are gone, what can they remember?

By the time we go, it's already past the season of enjoying the lotus. We didn't catch up with the grand occasion of "infinite lotus leaves and different colors of lotus flowers". On the broken bridge, there is still some excitement. I took photos with Lao Zhang as a souvenir, and people came and went on the broken bridge, taking photos as a souvenir, which was deeply touched. I came all the way to Xizi Lake for this moment. Looking at this scene, I really want to leave early.

We said we were going to the West Lake, but we just wandered around. It's a pity that none of us went in to buy tickets. Looking at the willow branches floating in the wind, I am still fascinated by the scenery here. Before you know it, the moon came to Pinghu.

Pinghu autumn moon, "full of autumn", at this time there is no bleak autumn wind sweeping the leaves. Lao Zhang and I were afraid of taking pictures and plunged into the souvenir shop. After coming in, I looked at all kinds of jewelry and souvenirs, which can be called works of art. Thinking of bringing something to Jingyi, I asked Lao Zhang to help me choose. I chose it for a long time. After reading almost everything, I still got nothing. What you like is too expensive, and what you don't like is not. I thought there was something for sale in the back, so I put it down.

They talked and walked with uncle. The destination is Leifeng Tower. Looking at the tower getting closer and closer, you just can't walk all the way. We were a little tired when we saw the bulletin board. But I saw a sky-blue billboard that said, "Love under the Leifeng Tower is very romantic, very romantic, very romantic. . . . "Lao Zhang and I immediately decided to buy tickets.

At this time, my uncle was reluctant and asked someone for forty dollars. Lao Zhang and I have also shaken the mood of entering, although not much. Thinking about all the things we tossed and turned this summer vacation, my thoughts faded.

Why do those who make Lao Zhang and I more and more boring, those who are short of money, prefer to have an empty joy? Is it too monotonous and cost-effective for us to live such a life? After leaving, Lao Zhang always regretted when he could come again. In the years that passed by in a hurry, my uncle went there more than ten years ago. And we don't know when it will be like this summer vacation. Besides, times have changed.

In this way, we just look at the romantic love outside.

Walking through the Leifeng Tower, it seems that the West Lake has been finished at once. I have no expectation for the scenery, and I am tired when I walk.

I started buying souvenirs again, so let Lao Zhang pick them together. I visited several stores in a row, but I was still not satisfied. Finally, I took a fancy to a bracelet, which is very classical. Gold inlaid with jade, Ran Yan is fake gold inlaid with jade, fake imitation. It just looks lifelike. It's very suitable for Keiichi. It's too expensive to see the price. I didn't give up the forty-dollar ticket just now, but I reluctantly put it down again. Looking for something that can be used as a souvenir all over the sky, I found it but didn't buy it. I was a little disappointed. To commemorate our love, we can't afford a fake jade bracelet inlaid with gold, if it is every year.

In this way, the trip to the West Lake is over, and this is the heaven and earth-Hangzhou. I've been here again and again, but I haven't stopped to see the prosperity inside. After all, Lao Zhang and I don't belong here now. This summer vacation in rain town is a long and short one. Uncle and others, such as Lao Liu, know that they will meet Lao Zhang again in the future journey, so I have no nostalgia.

When I came back from the West Lake, the days were as usual. The boss's reply to us was still a few words without a clear date. Lao Zhang and I have given up any hope and are bent on leaving. So, these days, we ask our boss for salary. Boss, he kept saying yes, but he kept us trapped for a few days. While waiting for the salary, Lao Zhang and I made some new plans for the next step. No matter how we plan, there is no passion when we first came, and everything seems to be on cloud nine.

Lao Zhang is going to his parents' place, but I still don't know what to do. After all, time is running out. After coming out, we feel that we will not go to our parents anyway. In the end, I didn't escape. The kind of innate affection and love that we can't fill in the sea in this life.

"How about going to my parents' house with me?" Lao Zhang said.

"I don't want to go and disturb them," I said.

"What's the trouble? Is it different from being in front of your parents? " Lao Zhang said in a persuasive tone.

Your parents can ignore them, quarrel with each other and do whatever it takes to hurt them. They won't care, as always, as always, love one layer unchanged. Other people's parents don't love you after all. If they are hurt, they will never heal again.

Under Lao Zhang's repeated persuasion, I also intend to go. It's just that we haven't got paid yet. After getting it, we are willing to look at the boss's face for a while. At noon the next day, Lao Zhang and I were going to sleep on the roof. It's so hot that there are many mosquitoes below. Just arrived at the roof, uncle shouted Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang below. I didn't know until I asked, but the boss paid me. We lit up at will, and it was over, and finally the long wait was over.

Our luggage was packed long ago, and we got paid and left. Uncle, they came out to see me off for a few steps and repeatedly asked me to leave my phone number. I felt a little ashamed after leaving my number. In such an uncertain age, I didn't remember the people who lived under the same roof at the beginning, thinking that after parting, I would never meet again in my life. I didn't expect uncle to ask for the number as a long-term contact. Thinking about meeting again, but I never thought about it. All I thought about was that Lao Zhang and I kept coming, and then we got paid and went our separate ways.

After Lao Zhang and I got paid, we rushed to the railway station non-stop. At this time, my stomach began to feel uncomfortable. When I got off the bus, my stomach was already very uncomfortable. Most of the luggage has been left at the station. He is my brother and we really missed it. I feel dizzy when I get to the station with a stomachache. I found a place to sit down. I packed my bags and left Lao Zhang alone to buy tickets.

Sitting in a corner of the station, I felt that I was going to die. Before Lao Zhang could react, two women were pulling in front of me for about five or six meters. The younger one is the same age as us, probably mother and daughter.

The big one pulled away, and the little one would rather die than go through some struggle. Suddenly, the young man looked helpless and burst into tears. Holding on to the fence and watching this struggle, I forgot my stomach pain.

At that time, thoughts drifted by, thinking about all kinds of grievances between them, perhaps just like novels. Just then, the older man suddenly looked at me and suddenly felt uncomfortable and a little cold. It's like warning me not to expose her crimes and conspiracy. The stomachache is back, but Lao Zhang hasn't come yet. I am as helpless as the woman who was pulled. In the busy and crowded station, I only hope that Lao Zhang will appear.

After Lao Zhang came back, we picked up our luggage and went to the waiting room. Lao Zhang asked me if my stomach was better, but I barely said it was much better. The young woman was still crying when she left. She took a peek and became a tearful person. From time to time, he cried in tears: "I-don't-go back, I-don't-go back, don't-go back." . . . "I can't help her in the busy sea of people, I just hope she can not go back.

When I arrived in the waiting room, I felt like vomiting for a while, but I couldn't. I barely talked with Lao Zhang and fell asleep after getting on the bus. When I woke up, my stomach was really much better and I had reached my destination. When I got off the bus, I went to see Lao Zhang's parents. When we got there, it was almost dusk.

Lao Zhang's parents work at the construction site and live like most people who come out to work. Because the house is rented by the boss, it is particularly crowded. Lao Zhang's parents are also very enthusiastic about others, which makes me a little coy. The next day, Lao Zhang's father found me a job as Lao Zhang on the construction site, and I was tired. But this time, I lost my patience. I always wanted to leave, but when I first came, I couldn't let go of my face. In this way, I stayed up all morning, and I offered to leave after work. No matter how to keep me, I am determined to leave.

Farewell to Lao Zhang's parents, Lao Zhang sent me a long way until the bus came. One summer vacation I was inseparable from Lao Zhang, and we parted ways.

When we left, Lao Zhang and I were not sad. We have been classmates for three years, and we are used to this kind of gathering and parting. What separates them is their own lives, and what is inseparable is the dull years under the same roof. After Lao Zhang returns, I'm going to my sister's house to have a rest for a while. Thinking about the days when I was dragging my luggage with Lao Zhang and desperately looking for a way out of life in a strange city, I couldn't get through it in an instant.

To go to my sister's house, I need to take a special bus from Hangzhou. It is already sunset when I go to Hangzhou Station alone. After getting off the bus, the city that just left yesterday and got together again today seems to have a strange feeling. The bustling crowd actually makes me seem to have no idea where to go. Lao Zhang is gone, and I don't want to stay at this moment. I ran like a bus stop with my luggage, because the train had to wait, and I was in a hurry to leave.

When I arrived at the bus stop, the weather was just right and I couldn't see the sun. After a gust of wind, dark clouds are gathering and there are small raindrops from time to time. When the car was on the highway, it rained harder and harder, and the scenery outside the window gradually became foggy. It's like a bus passing through the clouds in heaven, and then I remember the morning when I first arrived in Suzhou, which seems to be similar.

Summer rain gradually pours down in this dim light, and the fog formed by rain gas slowly comes. The car goes slower and slower, looking at the scenery outside the window, and gradually moving away from this paradise-like city. In this way, the bus that stopped gradually took me and my fellow travelers who came from all directions that day into the fog and disappeared into the dusk. The fog was very quiet at first.

When Lao Zhang and I will go to Tianya again is unknown.

Thoughts are still wandering, and the driver has shouted to get off.

When I got off the bus, a cool breeze blew and the rain had stopped. Out of the station, it is a crowing.