"It is not enough for a person to share this life. He should also have a poetic world. "

Meet beautiful, interesting, sad, but also touch the nerves.

I couldn't help taking out my mobile phone and taking a picture.

I used to want to study photography,

Later, because I was a consumer sensitive patient (that is, Joan, Er Sheng), I gave up and wrote more in line with my unpretentious temperament.

After sorting out my mobile phone photo album, I found that I took a lot more photos, shared some, and with some emotional words, my life came alive.

Without records, it didn't happen.

Life may be when you turn a blind eye.

I went to Ding Jiao with my friends on May Day.

There is not much hesitation, because the starry sky, the sea of clouds and the sunrise are enough temptations.

Even if it is surrounded by hail, rain and cow dung,

Even if it's cold all night.

You still think it was a wonderful time.

Small stove, charred barbecue, spicy wine, dim light, barely supported small stereo, laughter piercing the sky ... Silent Hill, many fireworks.

The sedan chair mountain under the night, the gentle light in the tent, like the lights of stars, is a bit psychedelic and romantic.

Getting up in the middle of the night and climbing the hillside to see the starry sky is an imaginary beauty, but it is an indescribable state of mind. For the eternal stars in the universe, we will always be small passers-by

But the mobile phone can't capture the brightness of the starry sky, but you know, at that time, I was very close to the sky, far away from life, far away.

In mid-May, I went to Jinkouhe with my colleagues in the stock room.

When I walked into Dawa Mountain, I knew I would like it.

Because of its natural purity, its directness and fearlessness, there is no carving, no disguise and no disguise.

A large area of green, such as thick color, is fully splashed.

A whole piece of blue, blue to the extreme

For a long time, you only kept these two colors in your mind, green and blue.

There are no other colors mixed together, but I never feel monotonous.

Green and blue have been presented so unreservedly that you wouldn't expect any other colors.

This photo taken in the car during the traffic jam on the road is quite interesting. A huge engineering vehicle, from this perspective, is like a small toy that can be played with applause.

The wonder of this world depends entirely on the way you look at it.

Maybe it doesn't matter where you go. Along the way, there are stories, fun and warmth ... it is good to have memories in the future.

In the north of the town, the sun goes down.

Sunset patches, distant mountains, tired birds fly back.

The beauty of death also touched people's hearts.

A water conservancy project connects people all over the world.

Many stories have been added to this small southwest town.

How many people have left their homes to make a living.

How many people, in the opposite direction, are dreaming

Summer in Simian Mountain in Jiangjin is very cool.

People coming and going on holiday in the mountains.

When you meet a person, there will be a city.

I often wonder which city I would meet if I hadn't met Zou Xiansen.

Standing on the roof of Zou Xiansen's hometown watching the sunrise, there is a feeling of tranquility.

When the sun rises from the horizon, people's day's work begins.

The city I have been to, the city I have been to and the city I dreamed of are not my city after all.

Here, will it be a long-term fate?

The scenery outside the poor households' homes.

A lonely old man is guarding his old house, and all his family are working outside.

Every time we visit her, there is always a sense of desolation.

I always wonder how I will spend this evening if I sit in front of the door.

On that day, the fog rose in the ravine, which was quite poetic.

Just, has my mother-in-law seen the scenery at this door?

Perhaps, food, clothing, housing and transportation have filled her life, and there is no room for poetry.

Tomatoes and peanut leaves outside the home of another poor household.

It was washed clean after the heavy rain.

The water drops are full, crystal clear, full and fresh.

Just like this farmer, raising pigs and ducks, paving roads, planting ginger and trees, life is full of vigor and strength.

Sometimes, if you look at the spirit of a farmer, you will know how hopeful this family is.

In my aunt's garden, my cousin added vines and wooden frames.

From midsummer to early autumn, it has been lush.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the vegetation withers and flourishes, all of which have their unique charm.

Therefore, in every season, there are always various gestures of vegetation in your mobile phone.

In the cycle of the four seasons, in the change of years,

Those who thrive and dry up,

Those spring breeze victories and lazy setbacks,

It can't be eternal. Believe in the meaning of its existence.

The more you accept, the less you can be bound.

This tree behind the house, I always feel lonely,

However, this is another kind of freedom.

Old love and new love in the office.

A leaf of this big tree has fallen off. It has been with me for five years.

From the original graceful to the present "outstanding".

Just without the waist posture, the vitality is already very strong.

Every summer, I buy fresh gardenias and put them in glass vases.

Some have taken root in life, so they continue to make contributions with the old "elders".

Some are thrown away when they die.

Drink a bottle of water together, live or not, depending on your ability.

A big boss is coming to inspect the work.

There is a display board that needs to be explained. I took my notebook to write words by the Minjiang River.

I didn't like to appear in public since I was a child.

I always like to be the one behind the scenes.

Ostensibly because of freedom.

Actually, it's because of inferiority.

Now, it's about autonomy.

After sending my daughter to writing class, I like to walk alone at night.

Listen to music occasionally, and be in a daze occasionally.

Occasionally, I stand quietly and watch the endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going.

Look at every window. There is a story in the window.

The girl in a hurry has her story.

The man who shook the ashes out of the window has his story.

Yes, it was suppressed in the story.

Yes, it withered in the story,

Yes, it blooms in the story.

Just, whether it's depression, withering or blooming.

One day, we will be like the old people on the bench.

No more talking about love, only Chinese cabbage,

There are also health care products and the number of times to get up at night.

Go out for training and want to have some personal time.

So I didn't go home and stayed.

Go to those, walked, never walked, familiar and unfamiliar streets and stop.

The road we are taking now,

Just leave it for some time in the future,

At some point in the future,

I may miss the way I'm going now.

Every once in a while, I have the idea of being alone.

Whether it's greed and freedom or enjoying loneliness,

I know,

No matter how noisy the outside world is, there is a piece of land in the heart that is quiet.

It puts aside what can calm itself.

No matter how hurried my life is every day, I can always reward myself for a period of time and get along with myself calmly.

Everyone has his own loneliness,

Sometimes it appears, sometimes it hides,

It's not poison, but a mirror that shows you yourself.

I know the ruthlessness of time,

I also know the smallness and helplessness of individuals.

The day of handwriting,

Let time have traces and make memories more vivid.

Wang Xiaobo said: "It is not enough for a person to have this life. He should also have a poetic world. "

In such a world, people's hearts will not be barren, and you and I will not get lost in the vast sea of people.

How can a person only have this life?

Not enough, not enough.