Songyuan hotel jiehun

When love is numb, love is a passionate poem, which fills every street and alley. Love is a mellow old song that floats into every new window ... At the wedding, the master of ceremonies described love so beautifully that we just applauded politely when she talked about the climax. How many times has a person asked himself what love is, but there is no answer. When love becomes a habit and appears frequently, it becomes less precious.

My wife sprained her waist. It's actually a chronic disease. He sits at work every day and plays mahjong all night after work. He also tried to persuade him, but he didn't agree. When lying in bed and needing help to turn over, he said that he would always regret playing mahjong less in the future. He is ill in bed these days, and I help him at work.

On a drizzly morning, I was walking on my way to work. The phone rang, but I couldn't guess who the familiar voice was. Recently, some old friends who have disappeared for many years suddenly appeared. I urged her to tell me who it was-Lengli, the monitor of our junior high school. My mood immediately warmed up in this cold and drizzling street, and our voices all increased by eight degrees. Let's talk about the past together, and then mention Kaiyuan (one of our best friends), who is also married, seven months pregnant and about to become a mother. Lengli said: Kay is very beautiful now. Her husband is a government official. Life is quite happy. Are you happy too? I said, I don't know. I used to be very happy, but now I really don't know. She said she was numb. I said nothing, almost acquiesced. Her voice accompanied me in the drizzly street, and the long-separated memories melted in the rain and flowed with my thoughts. When the dull love makes us numb, we begin to look for the friendship in memory.

What is happiness? Happiness is a kind of demand, without which there is no happiness. The more women grow up, the more realistic they become. Generally speaking, women now think that the standard of happiness is: women are still beautiful after marriage and childbirth, their lovers have a successful career, and their children are smart and lovely. This is happiness. I seem to have reached this standard, but gradually I feel unhappy.

I walked into the flower shop. I looked at the lilies dripping with dew. I like Bai Baihe best. Later, I said to the flower girl, let's have some roses and carnations. Some things I like may not be suitable for others. She wants to wrap it for me. I said I'd go back and trim it. When I got home, I filled a tall glass vase with water, brought scissors and trimmed the extra petals and branches. Finally, I put it away, held it in front of my lover and said, I wish you a happy mood! He sent me flowers many times before, but most of them were unopened. Every time, I trimmed the flowers and put them in a vase to enjoy my own floral art alone.

My lover was ill at home for a week, insisted on getting out of bed on May 23, went to the wedding of an old classmate on May 24, and lived in a small town under the city. We spent the shortest time shopping and dressed our lover radiant. Usually, he is always untidy. I followed my lover in a suit like a footman, carrying large and small pockets. I watched him struggle and always wanted to give him a hand in the back for fear that he would fall. In fact, he is far from that serious. I take care of him like a child, and I am nervous about him from time to time, but I feel a little funny in my heart. I don't know what his heart will think at this time. Will he be moved? Will it be emotional? I finally got on the bus to Songyuan, and I was relieved. To love him is to be with him when he is sick.

When the car left the city, tall poplars grew on both sides of the broad asphalt road in the suburbs. The vast field is divided into several parts by criss-crossing trees. Through the cracks in the trunk, you can vaguely see the distant village, hazy as an idyllic dream. The rice in the suburbs has grown very neatly, and there are large and small muddy fish ponds. I think those fishy artificial fish probably came from here. I always walk through a green farmland, and then I see a small house with red walls and tiles. It is near, with a pressure well and a big water tank beside it. Everyone's yard is well built. Farther and farther away from the city, my eyes are all deep and shallow green, and my mood is getting wider and wider. Getting closer and closer to the sky, you can touch the clouds in the sky by raising your hand, but it seems to be getting farther and farther away from the sky. The blue sky is like a bottomless pool of clear water, so you can't touch the bottom. Many villages and trees are left behind by cars, but cars never catch up with the clouds in the sky. When I was a child, I often chased the moon in different directions, but I still didn't catch it. Now I understand the truth, but it's really cute to think of it. The most authentic side of human nature has long been left in the journey of life.

When we arrive in Songyuan, we have to transfer at Gan 'an Town. The car soon drove into the suburbs of this small city, but the green color gradually disappeared here. What catches your eye is an empty field. Some unhealthy plants grow sparsely on the white land, and small trees used to resist sandstorms are dying. The roadside land has been eroded into rocks with obvious textures, and many dead saplings stand on the sparkling land. A little further, I found an obvious milestone on the roadside, which clearly read: western alkali treatment project. In this empty land, it is this white land that borders the sky. Looking around, it is white and sparsely populated. On another trip, on the white land, there were red and green derricks, kowtowing machines that kept working (machines that used crude oil) and oil tanks. I was worried about what people in this place do for a living. Now, it seems that one side of the soil and water support one side. Where there is production, people will see the withered loess wall, just like the hedge wall in The Hedge Woman and the Dog, the house made of broken walls and loess has a breath of life.

The car went on, and flocks of cattle and sheep were scattered on the roadside. An old man took a whip made of cloth and drove a goat home in the sun. The sun was driven to the treetops at the edge of the village, and a tree of birds was awakened. It was not until the nearby sky was full of black butterfly-like birds that the sun reluctantly returned to their thatched cottage with the shepherds, leaving only those unlocked lights, which reflected half the sky. By the time we got to Gan 'an Town, the sun had disappeared.

Gan 'an Town is called a square, with streets and houses in the east-west, north-south directions. The regular pattern is quieter and more comfortable in the afterglow of the sunset. This is a miniature city. It is difficult to see several red lights on the spacious road. People and vehicles here don't follow the traffic lights. It's a bit like living at home when I was a child.

We are friends of the groom. I haven't met the bride yet. Tomorrow is the wedding day. The bride and groom are busy with their wedding affairs, so this is a friend's party. Every bosom friend has several glasses of wine. In the process of raising money, we gradually got to know each other, and then raised a glass. This is the generosity of our northeast people. We are eating the most special barbecue in this town, and gradually feel a little greedy. When we arrived at the karaoke bar, friends of friends introduced each other. Now they don't have to shake hands, just drink a toast. In the song, I forgot the time and the usual troubles. I don't know how long it took before everyone dispersed one by one. We politely refused our friend's kindness and found the best hotel in town. When I got to my room, I fell asleep in a daze, always drunk and occasionally dizzy. At night, I was awakened by the exaggerated sound of the woman next door calling for bed, and then fell asleep in the haze. At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun threw into the curtains and saw that the street was already very busy. People here are used to getting up early.

The weather is exceptionally sunny, breezy and sunny. I finally saw the bride, thin and quiet, with obvious wrinkles around her eyes, but there is no denying that the brides on the wedding day are very beautiful. In the wedding March, the wedding emcee praised a couple and love in the best language, and everyone always applauded at the right time. The bride burst into tears when the master of ceremonies announced that the couple were officially married. Although she tried to wipe away her tears, she kept crying. I instantly recalled that I was in tears on my wedding day, and the groom on the side always had a happy smile. This is the difference between men and women. Men always like to say goodbye to the past, while women are always at a loss in the face of the future.

The wedding is over and the wind is blowing. The dust in this town is very serious, so we came back with the wind. Back to the original road, it is still the white saline-alkali land, and there are some lonely graves in the distance. Some graves have no tombstones, which makes people feel sad. There is not a cloud in the sky, and those villages are farther away. The end of the countryside is the city, and the edge of the city is the countryside. Getting closer and closer to the city, my heart is full of fatigue. What is fatigue? Doing the same thing repeatedly every day is fatigue.

Come back and live as usual. Maybe we have really gone through the era of passion. As a song goes, the warmest thing is that once, we could only burn memories to keep warm ... Is love getting farther and farther away, so we are looking for memories in numb days to speed up forgetting?