Waiting for a call for storms

□ Liu Wenbo

Sitting with an old classmate who hadn't seen it for a long time, she felt that she was younger than herself, and she looked old -fashioned, and she was a home -at home.

Talking about the current life, she said that she was boring to do anything now, and she couldn't find any reasons for excitement. In addition to going to work, it is to take care of children to go to school; except for housework, it is Muimu. Life is a life, and life is time. Hey, this is another annotation of ten years.

Looking at her dim face, I obviously felt her pale in her heart. I said, this is not like you when I was in college. At that time, you were a busy person all day. Today, he learned to dancing in playfulness, organizing society tomorrow, and organizing speaking activities the day after tomorrow. It is not enough for you to call you ten. How full and happy you are. You once said that every day you are brand new, you really want to thank God to your good time. But now, where did you go?

The old classmate was blank. Speaking, I lived for myself, and today I was living for others. I couldn't find myself at that time. Where is you like you, always insisting on your dream, now he has become a small and famous writer who can find himself in the text.

Looking at my classmate's envy, I was a little stunned, and felt that this was her inner heart, a sober words. It is said that I have always persisted, and I have not forgotten that dream. Why can't we live for ourselves? You can liberate yourself from the trivial housework, use your spare time, and do something. Compared with me, you actually have many advantages. You have an opinion, you can endure hardships, have great talents, and look far away. To determine the goal, as long as you do it, it will definitely succeed. Pick up your dreams, do it now, not too late!

I want to wake her up by herself and do my best.

She looked at me in a doubt, and seemed to be a bit unbelievable that the one I said was the past. But her face was moist and her brows stretched. A person's heart is actually not easy to get so old, but it is waiting for a call for storms.

Then I try it, I wonder if I can do it? The classmate's face became alive.

I said, this is not your original style. No need to try, you can do well.

After about four or five months, I received a call from her and asked me to go to her violin performance to leave the best seat for me. The excited tone at that end, like an elegant aquatic plant, suddenly closer you, so you can't refuse. This reminded me of her.

It was a circle of music enthusiast gathering, all of them are amateur but loyal arts. On the stage, under the light light, a wonderful young girl was sitting, her lips were red and white, her eyes were gentle, and she was the old -fashioned her. I was soothing at that time, and sometimes the sound of the piano fired. At the end of each song, his husband and son applauded warmly and cheered for her.

I know that she found the original herself again. She had been frustrated before, and she was reborn and reborn. She became a new butterfly.

Source: Chutian Metropolis Daily

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