Xinhua Road

"Sea Soul"

I seem to be in a dream,

No!that was a dream

I forgot the meeting in the dimly lit place

Stepping on the shadow of flying flowers

I found the sea deep in the cloud cliff

The soul of the sea gently lifts me up

Wipe away the dust for me

I laughed at him and counted the ups and downs of this half life

Twilight snow in Cangshan Mountain, ancient road in Cangling Mountains, joys and sorrows...

And those scars covered by the years

I tell him

He listens and lights up a distant lighthouse for me

Gently roll up pieces of white waves

I see all the old things start to drift away

happiness dances happily

A bright moon rises from the sea

Shuttle through the four seasons

The stories that were written with life

Became a shining star in the night sky

All the past seems to be reborn

all future smiles

When I can write poems, it is always in a state of semi-sorrow or extreme sadness.If you are in a better mood, you will have no ink in your chest, and the books and poems you have read will probably go to a distant place with your good mood, and you will come back when you are tired.

Speaking of poets, I like Haizi the most. His poems and essays always make people feel the joy of biting bones and cutting tendons, and the melancholy is vivid.I think the reason why he chose to go to heaven by lying on the rails at a young age is probably because he couldn't bear the sadness in life.Poets always like to demand perfection, but reality is a deadly enemy who shares life and death.It's just that I don't know if he, who fled to heaven, can still write such powerful poems.

And the poem I wrote was because I didn’t receive a single word from Meng on my mobile phone all night, and I didn’t receive a single word from him not only for that night, but for two whole days.Of course I also had a feeling of suffering, but I took it because I watched several cartoon movies.

Just when I thought this platonic dream was about to be shattered, I saw the beating icon of WeChat on the computer in the early morning. When I opened it, it was a dream: Are you in the office?

"Yes, what's the matter?" I replied almost without thinking.

"Pay the bill, it will be there in 10 minutes."

"Oh." I stared at the words that appeared on the computer, unable to believe my eyes.My heart also became nervous for no reason, so I quickly drank two glasses of water to relieve it, and went to the bathroom again.As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw the dream of holding two big bags of dragon fruit in both hands.

This is the second time I see him.

Nervously at a loss, I hurriedly opened the door to let him in and let him in. He put the dragon fruit on the table.I sat across from him, took a deep breath, and tried to find the words to say in my brain. It took me a long time to come up with a sentence: "I have a cold, and my head is still a little dizzy. I didn't expect you to buy it? It's a red heart." ?"

He said yes, I guess my face was as red as the heart of the dragon fruit at this time, I lowered my head and dared not look at him, took out one and peeled it.Meng said again: Come here for a meeting, so I brought it to you by the way.I asked what meeting?He said it was an olive oil merchant.I suddenly remembered that the owner of the unit also said that a friend of his specializes in imported olive oil, the kind that can be drunk directly.

I took out a knife and cut the dragon fruit into small pieces, and said to him: "I heard from the boss that he has a friend who also does that." I asked again: What time does it start?

"Twelve o'clock."

I checked the time was a bit past eleven o'clock, and I could talk to him more, but it was really face to face, but I didn't talk as freely as I did on WeChat.The scene was silent several times, and when there was silence, I felt embarrassed, my hairs stood on end, my blood flowed backwards, I was restless, and I had to try my best not to make a fool of myself.

The dream brought not only dragon fruit but also a small box of Dahongpao.During the chat, he once told me that the tea leaves are very expensive, and I hardly understand why just a few leaves are so valuable.

I boiled the water and asked Meng how to make the tea. He sat opposite me and instructed him. His hands trembled involuntarily when he poured the tea after cooking. , I have no energy all over.

When he was drinking tea, I looked up at him seriously. His appearance was different from all the photos in his circle of friends, but one thing I can be sure of is that I have seen him.Each of us should have the experience of meeting someone we've never met, but we can be 100% sure we have.Just like Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu.

He was drinking tea, and I ate a plate of dragon fruit.Only by eating like hell can I make myself look a little more normal.

"Why do you like tea?" I asked him.

"fragrant."

"Can this tea help you lose weight?"

"can."

I picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. It was very bitter, and I frowned and swallowed it.

"You eat so much dragon fruit and drink hot tea, it will hurt your stomach."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" I stared at him with wide eyes. "No wonder my stomach hurts."

Meng laughed, and he smiled beautifully.

"I'll go to your place for tea after I finish eating."

At noon, Meng went to a recommendation meeting. I went to the restaurant for lunch and took a shower. When I came downstairs and saw his message, I hurriedly replied: Yes.

An hour later he came to the office again, the third time I saw him.He was a little different from the morning, perhaps because of the alcohol, his face was flushed, I thought of the drunken imperial concubine.

He asked me: "Are you blushing?" I looked at him with a smile and nodded. I said that the water is ready, and I don't know how to make tea. You can cook it yourself.He switched places with me, and I sat where he sat in the morning, and cut another dragon fruit.He asked if I was sweet?I nodded again.

"How was your lunch today?" I asked.

"This is the best group meal I've ever had. The main reason is that the oil is expensive. It costs more than 200 per barrel. It takes two barrels of oil to make a plate of Maoxuewang."

I looked up at him in surprise, "That dish costs more than 400, who can afford it?"

"That's a niche thing. You can buy a bucket and cook at home."

I looked down at my already aged hands and said, "I don't cook."

"Yes, I forgot that you only eat instant noodles, oh! It's a miracle that you can live to such a big age."

I agree with Meng's words. It is indeed a miracle that I survive on instant noodles and junk food.Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea make me feel dizzy when I look at it. Fortunately, I have a good father who doesn’t have to deal with the kitchen every day. When I grow up, there are so many instant foods in the supermarket, so I don’t have to deal with those things. Otherwise, how could I Born so otherworldly?hehe......

When we talked about some trees, the leader of the unit returned to the office, greeted Meng and talked about his lunch at noon, and even attended the same dinner with Meng. I asked if it was held by the friend who sold olive oil?After getting an affirmative answer from my boss, I said to Meng: This world is really too small.