[Prose] Every step of walking is counted as Song Jiaxin

Every step of walking counts

Song Jiaxin

It is now 3:25 in the morning. The sound of rain outside the window eternal and constantly sounded in the ears, and the distance between people and the world instantly.

As soon as I got my eyes, I saw a large piece of melancholy on her face. The countless times of choice were smashed into my heart like a mess, which sink and sink.

The messy bedding, the wrinkled pillows and the uncomfortable sleeping positions are speechless anxiety and anxiety.

If Snow Mountain can be heard, if time can go backwards, what will you choose when you face the road and the decisions you have ever faced again?

In the dark room, I opened my eyes to see the ripples. I often blame myself. Blame yourself with no intention, blame yourself who is not firm, blame yourself who has not seized the opportunity, and blame yourself to step on the wrong way. But these things are like a button. Often, I often find the mistake until the end. I realized that it was wrong at the beginning. It was all wrong. However, most people had no courage and had no chance to come again. Life, regret the mistakes that made again and again. However, I often nostalgic for myself. I miss my bravery, nostalgic for my persistence, and among the people who have lost myself, I am most nostalgic for myself.

The turning point of life often appears when you are young, where will you meet and what happens? We are like pieces of white paper, people coming and going like pen and ink, some of them paint mountains and water, some write down The intriguing words also leave a crack -like trace. After the precipitation of things and things, it has become the blood in the body, becoming you and me, and also creates your mood.

I see the pure white fog in the mountains, the first take -off heron of the river, the green pine in the morning light, and the sun rising and falling calmly. I read it for a long time, but the answer was not inside. Suddenly foggy in front of me, I remembered the words that Kita Island said: "I suddenly wanted to pass through the fog of 20 years, and returned to the morning of Bai Yangdian. On the shore of the reeds, maybe I should say something else. For example, if you are a boat, wandering is your life, you can do n’t go shore. "

Everyone wants to pay for their wishes, but the world is often unsatisfactory. Unfortunately, it is normal, and release is a compulsory course. I don't ask for anything else, I hope I can face the sense of gap that I fail to bring as I wish. The road was chosen by myself, either to get it or learned. There is no way to walk in the world, and I have experienced what I should experience, and every step is count.

I stand on the top of the snow mountain, and the mountains are rolling at my feet. But the mountains didn't care about me, and I didn't care about the mountains. On the plateau, believers were pushing their heads, and the five -color prayer flags fluttered, and Ronda spread with the wind. Who did you make your wish?

When you can't find the answer, you can find yourself.

I had a long time with me and would rather make me.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Song Jiaxin (Yibin College Chinese Language Literature 2021 Class 3 Class 3, Jiang Dejun's Sword Sword Creative Writing Workshop)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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