I like your prose that loves life.

If you can't choose your life again, love your present life.

I met Cheng Gan in Luzhi Ancient Town, Suzhou. Lulu and I were hanging out in the ancient town. She has never taken photos of ancient costumes, so she wants to find a costume photography shop to take some photos as a souvenir.

Wearing Hanfu, it happened that Chen Gan and his friends came in and wanted to pick a suit to take pictures. They are all young people, and they are familiar with each other in a few words. So they just took a few photos together.

When he left, he left each other's contact information, and he also sent me photos taken with his mobile phone.

However, I forgot to save them and lost those photos. Only one developed photo is still at home.

Inadvertently chatting, I realized that Cheng Gan went to a factory as a mechanic after graduation. Although this job is not his favorite, it is not too bad. Like many people, he lives from nine to six every day. Although I have only met him once, his vitality different from other young people reminds me of him.

He likes bicycles very much. He goes to neighboring cities by bike every once in a while, and rides Wuxi, Kunshan, Suzhou, Nanjing and other neighboring cities in one year. During the May Day, National Day and other small holidays, others crowded their heads into tourist attractions, but he and his friends rode bicycles around the cities outside the province smartly, leaving others with a vigorous and handsome back.

Because he loves cycling, he has participated in many bicycle races and won many awards, large and small, but at first glance, what attracts you most is always the confidence and warm smile on his face.

The year before last, he and several friends rode from Jiangnan to Yunnan, intending to take the Yunnan-Tibet line from Yunnan to Lhasa. Along the way, they sang while walking, conquered the mountains with tenacious will, barbecued, drank and sang in the dilapidated inn, and embraced nature and life with happy figures on the deserted road.

It took them more than a month to return to the city. In the cold reinforced concrete house, on the hard asphalt road, and in the daily flow of people, they are so small, but they live in their enthusiastic way, full of vitality, so confident and so cute every day.

A few days ago, Cheng Gan sent a WeChat saying that he was getting married. I clamored for a story, but he was even shy.

02

I really like a girl I met in Guangzhou.

I like to call her Tata, an ordinary office white-collar worker, 28 years old, still as lively and cheerful as a girl of 18 years old, without any confusion and complaints brought by age.

Her rental house is simply a niche collection. Because southerners generally love tea, and she has the habit of collecting tea sets, there are no fewer than five exquisite tea sets in the small room.

In addition, she is an avid craftsman, and all kinds of embroidery, small cloth satchels she designed, and fabrics that have disappeared from the market are neatly stacked in small boxes.

Tata is also a generous person. Whenever her friends come to visit, she will make tea for them. She will give them all kinds of embroidered handkerchiefs and cloth bags, if they like. So she has a good relationship, but she is often taken advantage of by her friends, and most of them will laugh it off.

Tata also likes the outdoors very much. I took a short trip with her and walked 15km across the coastline.

Chatting on the road, I realized that a few months ago, she had participated in an 8-hour and 50-kilometer hiking trip in Zhuhai, and I couldn't help but admire her.

She is five years older than me, but she doesn't feel the age difference at all. While taking pictures of the scenery, the two of them chatted happily about all kinds of interesting things, as if they had known each other for many years.

On the way back, two people were waiting for the traffic lights. Suddenly, she brushed my face gently with her hand and said with a little ridicule, "You see how healthy this skin is. No acne. " I paused, then smiled and put my arm around her shoulder.

In her spare time, she drinks tea and does handicrafts. She must go outdoors once a month. Either climb the mountain or watch the sea, or cross the narrow path, listen to the wind and enjoy the flowers, and watch the clouds and smoke all over the sky.

Asked what she thought of men, she casually said, It depends on fate.

Yes, when you have a good life, if another person appears, it will only be icing on the cake for you. When he comes, he is nothing more than a pair of chopsticks when eating. Take some time to love a cup of tea and a hand-painted picture, and then take some time to love him. When he didn't come, you still lived your own life and loved it a little.

I like such a transparent girl, who knows what she loves, what kind of life she wants, loves life and enjoys it.

03

Get up at six o'clock every morning to run, have breakfast, turn on the phone, listen to the cold, read English love poems, and then go out to work.

On weekends, I lie in bed reading books and listening to cheerful music in small languages to kill my leisure time. When the roof is sunny, take a book with you, or close your eyes and sunbathe lazily on the roof.

At dusk, Luo came back from a business trip in Nanjing, painted light makeup and went to the subway station to meet him.

I have known Luo for many years. He was lovelorn at that time and asked me to write an article about his first love. That's how we met. When he picked him up, he joked that I thought you weren't coming, so I wasn't worried that I was a big bad guy.

I smiled.

After dinner together, we walked a few blocks. He talked about his work and life, saying that his engaged girlfriend ran away with a boy in the game not long ago. I listen quietly, and sometimes I feel a few words.

Finally, he asked, won't you be lonely here alone?

I smiled: How can I not be lonely? I just found something to kill time.

What is life? It's just all kinds of ups and downs, as well as secular and reality that you don't want to face, but many times you can't solve any problems by escaping. Since you can't escape, you might as well accept it and make some small changes to make life more beautiful and lovely besides the daily decay and boredom.

Some people have long lost themselves in the face of heavy life and work, and they are in constant fear. Others can still maintain their preferences in the face of secular pressure, so that the little joy in their hearts can dilute the unhappiness in the world.

Ten thousand people have ten thousand lifestyles, but the way you love life is really cute, and people can't help liking it.