Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Roadside Dinner (Voice)

At dusk, I walked in Jin Guifangfang, near Lake Road on the south bank of Meixi Hunan. The Jin Guishu beside him held a bunch of golden fireworks, and silently illuminated the road under my feet silently. Suddenly, in front of the distance of a tree, the connection between the empty and street connections in front of the street door, four people who looked like migrant workers were based on one side, or squatted with their waists, or sitting on the ground. In the past few days, several facades in that place have been opened and integrated, and a medical cosmetic institution is being renovated. I thought to myself, this is that they are tired of working a day, and make a poker together.

When I approached, they were eating dinner. Their clothes were covered with all kinds of unknown dust, wood chips or putty gums, with dark complexions and wrinkles. On the ground in front of them, they were paved with a sandtal plate as a table with a bowl of green pepper fried meat, a bowl of chicken claws, a bowl of oil tofu, and a bowl of peanuts. They were eating open, grabbing chicken claws with one hand, holding a beer in one hand, touching the bottle, drinking a sip of wine, chewing chicken feet, and sometimes accompanied by rural phonetic language, sometimes they made a hearty laugh. They forgot their hard work and forgot the car water around them. They are immersed in the rare relaxation and rest of the day, and they are immersed in the happiness and satisfaction of hard work. They drank a big mouth and spoke loudly, letting me look sideways, let the Jin Gui beside him move, shake the flavor of the flower fragrance, and send more floral fragrance to them.

When they were full, they were silent for a while. Did Wen Xiang think of the sweet -scented osmanthus in his hometown, or would you miss the loved ones in his hometown? It is not known that at that time, I think they are like the owner of life, and they are like poets walking on the earth. They feel the beauty of the world with a rare moment of leisurely, and it also moves silk. The nostalgic nostalgia.

The dinner on the roadside made me lamented. They enjoyed the dinner delivered on the road regardless of external conditions, and they used them to create a street scene with regardless of their disregard. For a moment, I really wanted to step forward, among them, drinking and chatting with them, forgetting the bitterness, disturbance, and hard work of the city in this city, but not doing all kinds of prejudice and breaking in life in life. The intangible imprisonment in the world. Life is not arrangement, but pursuing. The meaning of life may never have answers, but you must also feel this kind of life without answers and be the most comfortable and comfortable self. Perhaps this is the best gift for me with roadside dinner, and it is also the best answer.

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