The lark has been calling all day: it used to be slow.

These days, I have been reading Mu Xin's The Lark Crys all day.

I know Mu Xin because of his song Once Slow:

I want to read his books, because I like Chen Danqing's directness and sharpness. Mu Xin is one of his teachers, and he respects his teacher very much. As for me, I love my house and my dog.

In fact, I may have liked it for a long time.

When I was a child, everyone was sincere. A word is a word.

Can you not love?

Say what you have, don't hide it in your heart. A word is a word, and you don't have to guess.

A long time ago, when reading Mr. Ceng Shiqiang's book, he said that the boss's words should be read between the lines, not just a sentence.

At that time, I thought, oh, oh, it's hard for me to learn this skill. It seems that my career path will be very difficult.

Sure enough, I only know how to work hard and be honest, so stupid that I don't even know how to talk to my boss about salary. In those years, he was really poor and bitter. Now that I think about it, the reasons are multiple and I can't blame others.

However, Mr. Mu Xin's sentence, "Everyone is sincere, and everything he says is a word", is really paradise. Even in Border Town, what the boatman always says to grandpa Cui Cui, the old boatman, still needs thinking to understand. But in fact, many children are still so straightforward now. Unfortunately, I'm not a teacher. I can't be with those talented children every day and be nourished every day.

"In the morning of the train station, the long street is dark and deserted, and the small shop selling soybean milk is steaming", which is hard for me to see. I remember one year, I had to take the high-speed train home at 7: 00 in the morning, and my home was more than an hour away from Beijing West Railway Station. I'm taking care of my children, for fear that I won't be able to catch up in the morning and delay things. The afternoon before, I found an express hotel near Beijing West Railway Station. Check out at five o'clock the next morning and go out for breakfast (breakfast in express hotel is not that early). The hours are still dark, which can be said to be "black", but the West Railway Station is already crowded, and everyone is anxious to go home for the New Year, which is far from "no pedestrians". There is not even a "small shop selling soybean milk", it is a chain restaurant. The price is ok, hehe, but fortunately I don't eat it often, which is not bad. That morning, I really missed the economical soybean milk fritters steamed buns in the alley.

"In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly, and the mail was slow. I could only love one person in my life." It seems that only those who have experienced it will feel the same way Ma can only learn from books that it took more than ten hours to get from Shenzhen to Shaoguan by rickety bus twenty years ago. Now, the high-speed train will arrive in an hour and a half. At that time, contacting students scattered all over the country was to shake public telephones with calling cards, buy beautiful stationery, write thousands of words seriously, put on your favorite stamps, and put bulging envelopes into mailboxes. The rest of the day, I am full of expectations, every day after the mailroom, I will be happy all day. At that time, we liked a person, sneaking around, saying it, and liking each other was a lifelong thing. No bride price, no house, no car ... I just think that this man, yes, will grow old all his life. I don't know how to flash back to love and marriage, and I don't expect any flash back. I can't live without it, or I never thought about how I can treat my feelings like this. Oh, it turns out that times are fast. We are old and out of date, and we can play anything. But is this really good?

"In the past, the locks were beautiful and the keys were beautiful and fashionable. People will understand if you lock them up. " The last sentence is beautiful and I like it very much, but I don't quite understand it. I have seen some beautiful locks and keys in the past, which are much older, so I can only find them in books, TV movies and museum windows. That's a craftsman's mind. It's locked. It's someone else's secret space. You can't go in again unless the owner of the key is willing to unlock it and take you in. At that time, a look, a word, or even just a silent eye contact, people who understand you will understand you. Nowadays, password locks, even induction locks, are convenient and scientific, but in any case, it seems that there is less emotional input. Locks are just locks, not beautiful. Who cares? How many people do you know?

It turns out that I am the older generation and I am still thinking about the slowness of the past.

In other words, I am also a new human being, enjoying the convenient life brought by modern science and technology and deeply missing the slowness of the past.

In other words, there is no contradiction between fast and slow. Life can actually be fast, but at some point, it can also be slowed down, just like now, write slowly and remember slowly, just like Mr. Mu Xin said, "... be carefree and don't think about what to do tomorrow." Stop at a creek, walk into the store and smell French fries. "