It's a pity that I am still alone _900 words

Last night, I dreamed that after the sports meeting or exam or the company's New Year holiday, my classmates and colleagues gathered in the big playground, and there were many beautiful women wearing down jackets. After dinner, I am ready to return to China. Holding a big bag, but still alone. Several big trucks are loaded with three-story iron shelves or plastic shelves with boys and girls hanging on them …

On the way home, I carried heavy luggage to prevent colds, wearing a watermelon-colored green rubber hood on my head and a watermelon-colored mask on my mouth. I was in a hurry to get there from the narrow and rugged mountain road, and the wheat seedlings next to me were green. I accidentally caught the newly bought black down jacket with thorns. I was anxious and angry, and three female students helped me pick out the thorn. Dad kept urging impatiently and said angrily, what are you doing? Let's go! If you don't leave, I'll leave! …

At dusk or on a cloudy day, I walked into an alley on a remote stone road. WQ was the person who invited me to eat in this humble but lively little restaurant. I opened the curtains and went in. I see people are almost full. Our acquaintances sit at the table near the inside, and the other tables are someone else's business, not ours. Two years later, I saw Zhang Botao again. I came late and finally had to sit on the bench. I said look at your WeChat circle of friends. You have switched to a wedding photography shop in the past two years! He said that he resigned a year ago and couldn't make any money. Now he is applying for a tourist visa. I asked what to do with the visa. He winked at me and gave me a pinch, meaning that this is not the right occasion to talk about it in private. I won't ask again. Others say eat vegetables, drink and eat hot pot! ... a convertible or a three-story truck sent me and my dad back to Liangjiang, and I felt so happy when I returned to my hometown. It seems that the Chinese New Year or something is coming. It's either winter or early spring anyway. It was a sunny and warm day, and the weather was very sunny. We couldn't adapt to such strong light at once, and our eyes narrowed into a line. On that day, Lianghe Street was always crowded and bustling in the morning, and mountain products's shouts of selling meat, vegetables and snacks came and went. The opposite mountain is covered with snow. The sewer of the post office is also covered with snow, and the footprints [emoticon] are constant and muddy. We both got off at the post office. One or two female colleagues or classmates in Henan forgot whether it was Chen or Zhao Cui. Do you ask if the accent there is Xixiang accent? I was busy dragging the heavy bag and throwing it out of the car. I just want to answer with an Xi accent. When I got off the bus, I immediately answered in the same voice as Zhangjiakou. Their car drove east. My pride is gone again. Father saw a basket of apples in the post office canteen [emoticon] and was going to buy them home. I strongly object. I said that an apple in this box was bitten by a child, as if I had disposed of it and sold it by someone else. Besides, everything else is a bit harsh. I don't want it. Dad said, what are you afraid of? Take out your pocket and put it in. He wants to take it to the kiln. He hasn't come back for a long time. Mother lives in a kiln. It's cold and snowy. Although the sun is shining, she can't dry bedding and cotton-padded clothes at once, and she can't live without food and gifts …