Mistral-Tweety
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08.01.2020 02:26
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When I first started working, I often envied those who wandered and struggled outside, without the constraints of their parents, and the thoughts of their relatives and friends. And people like me who stay and work with their parents always hope that one day they can get rid of the shackles. This year's Spring Festival is particularly lively. Childhood friends who haven't returned home for many years seem to be going home for the Chinese New Year. Xiao Xiang and I were friends in the same yard Marlboro Gold. She has been studying and working abroad for almost ten years. In the past ten years, she has only returned home four times, and each time she hurried back and forth during the Spring Festival. On the third day, Xiao Xiang invited me to the party, and I was ecstatic. When I saw her, I found she was much thinner. The first sentence to meet was to go around the old house and look for our lost youth. In those years, there was no Jinquan Road. Every family has two or three-story brick and tile houses. Several brick and tile houses are surrounded by each other, and they look like a large courtyard house. When eating New Year's Eve, each family served a few dishes, dozens of people, young and old, sitting at four tables full of joy and excitement. After dinner, everyone gathered in the courtyard ba, surrounded by the fire. In the old days, the children chased and played with firecrackers. The young man drank melon seeds and played mahjong. Several giant light bulbs were hung in the courtyard ba. Bright. After the demolition of the old house, high-rise buildings on the field stood up, and a prosperous food street, Jinquan Road, was built on the old site of the old yard. It has been 16 or 7 years since the old house was demolished. Xiao Xiang said that she still clearly remembers the joyful scene of the old yard, and the flames glowed red in the yard, reflecting on everyone's excited face. In my impression, Xiaoxiang was very naughty when she was a kid, running around like a boy, and Xiaoxiang's father always loved to be behind her, holding a dry towel while chasing her, and shouting "Don't run away, the inside The clothes were soaked, and a towel was put in place, so as not to catch a cold. "At that time, everyone often laughed that Xiaoxiang's father was tossed by his daughter. I couldn't help laughing at the thought of Xiaoxiang's father sweating. Tired of walking, we sat by the road of Jinquan Road, and Xiao Xiang leaned her head on my shoulder for a long time without saying a word until I saw the tears on her cheek Parliament Cigarettes. Xiao Xiang said that his father did not survive the Spring Festival this year, and died on the eve of New Year's Eve. That night, Xiao Xiang talked a lot. When I was reading a big book abroad, I made boyfriends and worked part-time jobs to earn pocket money. After working, I worked hard and had a lot of entertainment. I always felt that there was more time. I would spend more time with my parents when I have time. There are naturally more excuses to go home. Only during the Spring Festival, family and friends returned to their homes, Xiao Xiang remembered his parents and his home far away. Now that the child wants to be filial and absent, his father's face can only be seen in a dream Cheap Cigarettes. where did all the time go? It seems that our parents are still teaching us to eat with spoons and chopsticks, and to teach us how to tie shoelaces, comb our hair, and twist our noses. However, the parents' two wives have turned white in a flash ... Time goes by a little, it takes away memories The old house, our youth, and those who hurried away before we cherish it are similar in age and age, but different in age, how can we hide the lost love? Accompany, not just during the Spring Festival. Don't wait to lose before you know how to cherish. Don't wait, life is not long. |
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