Leap past the confused days of life

On a sunny and sunny day, I was wandering around the street with my hands behind my back doing nothing. Such a good weather didn’t make me feel better. I still didn’t wake up, looked downcast, with drooping eyelids , Some of them are depressed.

The walls of the street are painted with colorful propaganda patterns, which are very eye-catching.New buildings emerge in endlessly, the city is developing and changing with each passing day, modern and ethnic buildings are integrated with new ideas, and spier-shaped buildings are also magnificent. in the city.

The government advocated the improvement of residents' housing conditions to meet the people's growing material and cultural needs, liberalized the land supply and allowed the real estate industry to develop rapidly, and housing prices rose rapidly.At the same time, restrictions on daily necessities and food supply quotas have been lifted to ensure the vegetable basket project.

At that time, the material was relatively scarce, dare to let go of the imagination boldly, the car will become a means of transportation for people in the near future, and it is hard to agree with the salaried people; however, the gradual improvement of living conditions has made people pay attention to nutrition Meals are not about worrying about filling the stomach, but trying to explore the secret of longevity.

I was a little hungry as I was walking, and I entered a restaurant at random, and it seemed that it was not time to eat. At this time, I was the first and only customer. I glanced at the furnishings in the room and put down four long tables compactly. The clean, symmetrical table is spotlessly clean, so take a seat.

The young woman came out of the room quickly when she heard the noise, her face was melancholy, and the acne on her face was not evened out with powder cream, which seemed to affect the overall appearance, but the haggis she served was not bad.

After the meal, I felt full all day long. I wiped my mouth with a paper towel on the table, and looked at a towering tree outside the window with melancholy eyes. The trunk was thick and straight. The weather was eroded and mottled, and the brown bark was dull. I stared at the tree for a while, and remembered that people said that the growth rings of trees can be seen from the plan view of the tree trunk. What a ridiculous idea.

Later, I will pay for the meal of the restaurant proprietress out of my own pocket, and she whispers in my ear, welcome to come again.

Courtesy is also a business philosophy. I ignored people’s friendliness and walked out of the restaurant. I don’t know why I felt a sad feeling that I had never felt before. A feeling of sadness suddenly rose in my heart, and gradually penetrated into the depths of my heart. Come on, the waves of shock stabbed my heart more violently than the waves. I really wanted to cry aloud, and wash away all the sorrow and depression in my heart with tears like a woman.

But how could an upright man cry like this in broad daylight? What would passers-by think of him, and how would they guess this man's cowardly behavior?

Recently, the pressure I encountered has made my heart unbearable. Although no one has provoked me, I just feel the helpless pain in my life. I always fail to do well in the things I try to do, and I even feel trapped in a cocoon, trapping myself in a confused trap.

I was troubled by this, and I lost control of my emotions. I wanted to curse people in anger, but my reason did not allow me to do so. I could only walk forward with sad emotions.After walking for a while, I felt better. I saw that the pedestrians on the street were happy and showed no worries at all.

These people are not necessarily cheerful, and they don’t necessarily care about personal honor and disgrace, gains and losses, nor are they all open-minded people. It seems that these people are dressed very plainly, and they all look happy. I live a life of self-discipline and no contention with the world, without excessive demands and extravagant expectations. Under the influence of these happy people, I feel comfortable.

I have been walking this familiar wide street for nearly ten years. The roadbed is constantly expanding and renovating. As long as you see the dirty and greasy dirt on the rough clothes of the paving workers, the asphalt road will be like a zipper on the clothes. will be mercilessly pulled away again.The road is often maintained, dug and re-buried, buried and re-dug, the road is like a zipper, you can open it whenever you want, and close it when you want, so tirelessly build the road.

Passers-by are full of complaints, isn't there a century-old plan?There were complaints one after another, but no one cared about them. Later, pedestrians gradually got used to this situation and understood the government, what would the road guards eat if they didn't do this.It seems that if there are many people and many people, it is a success to disassemble a project. New inventions and innovations have brought jobs to many people who have no jobs. Why not do it?

The paving workers, whose skin was dark and shiny from the sun, worked very hard. When they stopped to watch, there were hardly any people who did not work or did not work hard. The trucks pulling asphalt were pulling one after another. When the asphalt came, the master workers threw away the unfinished cigarettes, rushed forward, stirred the smoking asphalt with an iron, spread it out, and it was very hot when they were close. Rush forward and pave the asphalt that has not yet solidified as soon as possible. What a good working class.

The road that is not straight continues to extend to the distance, and when it reaches the intersection, the tall poplar trees on both sides of the road are cut down and replanted in the south, which is called a beheaded tree. This tree is very interesting. Bare trunks can also pull out branches, and now they look like electric poles. I wonder if such a tree can still survive?

The strange thing is that these tree species have tender green buds in the next spring, and they grow more and more vigorously. Every day, there are new buds spreading out from the branches, and after a few days, they grow into thumb-thick branches. Ye Mao, like an umbrella to shelter from the sun and rain.The green life gives people a refreshing feeling and is pleasing to the eye. The streets planned for urban construction are becoming more and more tidy and clean, and the traffic flows back and forth.

People with high energy are always happy to do things and are perfect; people with low energy are slow and sloppy, and their work is messy.This is the difference between people, efficiency is life.

I am an arrogant person who lacks wisdom and rationality. I am an out-and-out layman. I cannot insist on independent thinking at work. I always think about problems and do things according to other people's wishes. I like to wear high hats since I was a child. After being praised, he works harder, has a flamboyant personality, has a lukewarm attitude towards life, and thinks wildly with disdain.

So I wanted to draw down the passers-by one by one, and from the walking posture, observe and judge what role the passers-by play in life, what occupation they are engaged in, and what specialties and abilities they have to improve my observation ability.

According to the colors of clothes that passers-by like to wear, red, yellow, blue, white, purple, and black, the research shows that colorful colors represent human nature and personality, represent people's psychological activities, and the style of clothes represents whether people have unconventional ideas.

The writer who wrote a lot of feathers, by virtue of observation, grasped the details of life, and turned trivial and delicate things into stories, which is worthy of my emulation.

The story begins with trivial things, such as the rotten tofu, leading to a series of stories. The author did not intentionally create a great work, but just faithfully expressed the details of life in words, which created unexpected effects. The charm of language , writing skills, and genius observations have made the work.

Innate wisdom and diligence, the writer can see from the details that others will never be able to think of the shining point, maybe others can feel the same thinking, but others cannot write down this feeling, the writer is different, using words to express.

A writer is lonely, mediocre, different, unwilling to think like others, but lives in seclusion, likes to figure out how to play different roles in life, and how to play a role well in the role of a small person with flesh and blood.