A cry, two lines of tears, infinite melancholy.
Standing by the window drinking tea with clothes on, I was surprised to see the twilight in a foreign land. Because I haven't really looked outside for a long time.
The sunset at dusk is no longer so dazzling, so proud, the residual glow on the poplar leaves outside the window is so humble, powerless to do the final warmth with the whole earth. The leaves also turn yellow, just like old photos. Coincidentally, such a scene appears to be so harmonious and comfortable in the dilapidated campus. Like a pair of lovers reunited after a long separation, there are endless love words. Poplar trees wobble with the wind, from time to time a few leaves full of vicissitudes of life float in front of their eyes, they have also experienced the baptism of autumn wind and torrential rain. Now I'm going to leave, and eventually it will turn into dirt, whether it's the same as me, a wandering stranger. No, they've been here all the time, and they should have feelings for it. The dying dusk, reluctant to leave the fallen leaves of the tree, and finally a passer-by, I seem to be deliberately created by God in general, although desolate, but not lonely. Such scenery will not be nostalgic, but will not hate, time seems to freeze at this moment, looking at it reminds me of the twilight of my hometown. A world where the truth exists.
I knew I couldn't turn my head for fear of making a fool of myself in front of everyone. But when I saw my tearful mother in the reflector of the car while waiting for the bus, my heart was almost broken at that moment. Can no longer bear all the grievances suffered by this holiday, burst into tears, so happy to enjoy the pleasure brought by tears, but forget the last look back, should take a look at the last never left the land, and that has been watching the car refused to leave and cry. The car was speeding along, as if eager to leave the place where I had always lived. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, but there is no pleasure at all. The faster the car opens, the more tears flow, and even if you wipe it desperately, you can't dry it.
I have been here for 48 days, carrying the suitcase bought by my father and my mother's laundry. Homesickness seems to be a necessary stage for all those who travel far away for the first time. My father said that I am hard-hearted, yes, I am not homesick, and I do not want to think of the past. I even wondered how clean my world would be if I hadn't been here. In recent years, in addition to breaking the hearts of parents, it is unscrupulous to trample on their youth. I wish the past was a blank sheet of paper, so that I can enjoy the happiness of ignorance now.
Today to see the twilight of a foreign land, hehe! How ironic it is, though strange, I dare not touch her and enjoy her beauty. It turns out that life really comes from a kind of courage, a kind of courage that you can control. Once people feel tired, they feel as if they have been abandoned by the world, and there is so much space for you to hide. No longer dare to face up to all things in the world, at this time only pray for the early arrival of night, perhaps only the night is the greatest comfort to yourself.
The twilight of my hometown always comes so late, so mysterious, inadvertently gently hug you and kiss you. And your unscrupulous tenderness, and slip away quietly at your fingertips. As if you can't feel its existence, even if you rack your brains, you can't understand her, like a gentle woman or a naughty child. Then you will feel that the earth stops turning and your heart is not beating. The blood of the whole province is boiling, but the world is quiet. Can make people forget their own existence in an instant, that scene makes people linger, let people infatuated. When you immerse yourself in that golden color, you feel that the whole world is yours. A person slowly walked up the barren hill, waiting for the soul-stirring passion with the dusk. Let people forget the world in an instant. At that time, my mother was packing for me. I was going to leave the next day. I wanted to do it with my mother, but when I saw my mother's trembling hands and tears in her eyes, I lost my courage. I knew why my mother was crying. It's not that I'm leaving, but I regret my awkward youth. I can feel the suffering in her heart. Two failures in the college entrance examination not only broke me, but also shattered the expectations of my family. My father said that I was getting back at him, avenging their pains with my ignorance. My father and I quarreled constantly, and my mother was always sandwiched in the middle. I knew that the hardest thing was her. It was not tears, but clearly the heart was bleeding. My rebellion is like the darkness of the night seizing the light of the day, deeply hurting many people. And the mother always does not speak, in fact, let the heart understand the most. Summer night is always late, it is not willing to occupy the light of hope, or do not want to disturb the beautiful dusk, but the night will always come. With his tiresome mission, this is a harvest season, but I am still empty-handed, dusk is fleeting, miss her who should I ask for?
This dusk reminds me of the twilight of my hometown, of my mother in the distance, and of the track of my youth. Oh, it's a dusk day. I don't dare to think too much, nor do I dare to think too long. I'm afraid I'll be lost in this strange city. As night fell, large tracts of leaves began to fall to find their home, and the lights in the study room came on. The autumn wind hit, and a chill swept through my heart. It is late autumn and the weather is getting colder. Mother, please add some clothes.
Author: Ma Ji
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