Chapter 361

Ruoxi stood alone in front of the guest bedroom window of the most luxurious suite in Dihao building. Things had changed so much that she didn't even have time to get jet lag.

It's half past five in the morning. I want to see the outside, open the bedroom window, and the wind enters through the window and penetrates Ruoxi's whole person. Then I feel that the autumn wind through the window has invaded her right shoulder. I don't feel it when I immerse myself in the text with a book. At the end, I always feel that the coolness has swallowed up her right shoulder. The pain is unbearable. It's really cold in such a thin and cool night, The bedroom window is closed. Is it because it is dark or the sky is really cloudy, or there is haze. In the shallow winter season that will come after the frost, the opposite building has changed from darkness to several windows, and gradually has a warm and bright. Are you like the sad people who can't beat the jet lag or the numerous students?

The wind is stronger, the leaves of locust, Wutong, and elm are falling rapidly, and some branches are bare bare. The leaves that accompanied the trunk for a journey stuck to the port of the season and left boldly. The last voice is the call? Is it a sigh? Or unwilling? The man who came back from the next night shift walked quickly on his way home. The street lamp pulled his shadow to the old elder

At the moment, I want to look at the bleak night and the figure of fallen leaves in the bleak night. The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is too large, and a layer of steam pastes the window tightly. Ruoxi wrote a word on the steam covered glass: autumn. So clear, from the gap between calligraphy and painting, I vaguely saw the cold autumn wind and the swaying trees. In an instant, you ran a touch of melancholy. A woman who fell into her own story is always remembering the lovely boy in the sunshine. She hasn't thought about her own for a long time. She always owes herself a lot

The years of love gave birth to a colorful world. The relentless wind and rain withered the richness of the season. As time goes by, sorrow and joy precipitate. Even if there are thousands of words about seven emotions and six desires, we can't figure out the right and wrong. After reading all the vicissitudes of life and depression, people walking in the paddies can still smile as usual? Can you stay away from melancholy and watch the Autumn Moon Twilight? Can we still uphold the feeling of "all things in ancient and modern times are paid with laughter"?

Standing in the autumn morning, the dawn of the East has gradually faded the fog on the window, and the sun is coming out! It's better to absorb the energy accumulated for a long time in the vast autumn and look forward to the beautiful future“ The annual autumn wind is stronger than spring. The vast river and the sky are covered with frost "! A few words show the lofty aspirations of a great man. In one's life, life and death are unpredictable, and things in the world are changeable. Tomorrow's events may make you overwhelmed, but you must draw a road for yourself to carry life self-confidence, expectation self-confidence and faith self-confidence, and then move forward bravely. Failure in practice, persistence in failure, perfection in persistence and success in perfection. Just like walking through the cold night of autumn, you will be in the long night of winter. However, due to perseverance and tenacity, in another dawn, we finally ushered in beautiful spring flowers.

Looking at the autumn that is about to go away, in the face of all kinds of puzzles and all kinds of grievances, no one is willing to give up that hope, but no one knows whether it is worth burning life for external things. After all, there are few people who have the desire to be successful, everything goes well, and the wealth is extensive. Even everything will become Nanke's dream in the persistent journey. Let's follow the path of years and find the law of material change. People, after all, are helpless messengers. Man will conquer nature, which is just a heroic statement.

In the late autumn of w City, the heating hasn't been delivered yet. In the early morning, the cold is still wanton, ruthlessly eroding Ruoxi's right shoulder. This late autumn should be a slightly leisure day, but who dares to slack off? How dare she slack off? I'm really afraid of wasting time, missing a lot of beauty and wonderful things. Then I'll start from the ferry in autumn and walk down-to-earth for a while. I'll be more moved and less indifferent on my way; More longing, less sigh; It's a little more exciting and a little less sad. I seldom go shopping, but if I want to experience the feeling of walking in the world of mortals, I must feel it on the street, especially in the evening after dinner, when I walk in the street, there are noisy people and boisterous voices, fruit on the car and people standing on the street, On one side, there are attractive kebabs on the street, street lights rising gradually, old people walking around, happy children, whispering lovers, passers-by in a hurry and huge traffic flow, which can make people feel the rolling of the world of mortals, the breath and taste of life. The world of mortals is deep and deep

Such a time can make people really feel a breath of life. The world is stable and the years are quiet.

In the roadside bar, familiar melodies came from Qiyu's olive tree, then Lao Lang's you at the same table, and Xu Wei's once you

One after another, they are classic nostalgic songs. Standing on the street, she suddenly becomes silly. She is stunned there. Her thinking is short circuited in an instant. She is at a loss. There are people and traffic all around. In the noisy world, she seems to have become a small island. She instantly falls into her own world. She vaguely sees the next door of time and another me, from far to near.

At that time, youth liked to wear white shirts, suspenders, cowboy skirts and ponytails. Wearing canvas shoes, plain face and straight black hair, he liked to swing on the road full of poplar trees in the small town with his backpack on his back. At that time, he liked to follow behind some students who claimed to be poets in the student union in a posture of looking up. He almost fanatically listened to others read poems, talked about life and ideals, and liked to fantasize about those distant things.

At that time, my greatest ideal was not to write, not to publish my own book, but to be crazy about Qiyu's olive tree: don't ask me where I came from | my hometown is far away | why wandering | wandering. Who didn't have a wandering dream when he was young? My dream is like Sanmao, carrying a simple bag, wandering in the distance, unrestrained, wandering around the world, living a life like a poet, flying freely in the sky like a bird, picking wild flowers in the desert, herding cattle and sheep in the depths of the grassland, and even going to the distance by train, because there is her colorful dream in the distance.

That wandering dream, like a nightmare, is dormant in the life of Qi and refuses to leave for a long time. I have been dreaming the same wandering dream for the rest of my life. Almost all happiness is related to wandering. I still like a person. On the midnight train, I listen to the "clatter clatter" sound of the train track, sit on the seat near the window, look at the distant mountains like Dai, flash past, look at the track lights shining with eyes like orchid beside the distant track, and still look forward to every holiday trip, singing and scenery all the way, and look out the window alone, Strange city, strange scenery, strange pedestrians, let their thoughts fly in every strange place, every passing midnight

Many years later, my dream was completely submerged by the flood of life and became a woman at home. Every day, I work, read and write, live an ordinary life, far away from desire and dream. My young self is farther and farther away from me now. Finally, it is invisible

Sorry? Never. Every age has the beauty of every age, and every age has the dream of every age. If I still want to wander wildly now, it may be really a little insane, because there are too many people behind me at the moment, which hinder the steps of my journey. Those obstacles are the root and nutrient of my life and all the source of my happiness.

Next door to time, there lived a young me who shed tears for a flower, moved by a painting, fanatical for a piece of literature, moved by a song, and persistent for a wandering dream.

Pure time, beautiful years, through, there is nothing to regret.

Who hasn't been young? Who hasn't been crazy? If you don't believe it, look at you next door. You are so sincere, so warm and so reckless. That is the courage and strength given by youth, and that is the duty of youth.

Everyone once had a wandering dream in his heart. Break free from life, shackles, pressure, shackles, go far away, go where he wants to go, like a free flying bird, like a runaway wild horse, gallop for a while in the wilderness of his heart in such a morning!

For Ruoxi, the future is too bleak. She has to go to Germany to go to college, but xiaoyueyue is really worried at home. Up to now, Lin Kai still doesn't realize the fact that her daughter has become a mother. Grandma still talks about xiaoyueyue as she takes care of her every day.

The 18-year-old girl is suffering every day.