1. The poet dies, and the merchant is born.
After entering Bumpang, I have held a lot of work related to marketing, marketing and branding. Starting to feel a lot of pressure from this industry. To paraphrase Sister Jingjun's words: "In the IT industry, you will always need to keep moving forward and absorbing, and you will never have experience at all." Absorbs the latest consultation like a sponge, digests it quickly, and quickly becomes its own thing. Every day, this battlefield is full of smoke.
My department is the sales department. Although there is no performance pressure at present, sooner or later, I will need to take responsibility for this field that I am not familiar with. The arrow is on the string, can you send it? I have no choice. I can only be a businessman. Cheesy, salesy, utilitarian businessman. I can't deny that I have been ground into sand by reality, and the dream of crystal is too far away. I finally started to get down to earth seriously, and I didn't have the time or energy to study how to fly.
One day, keiko finally couldn't help asking me on MSN, Poppy, why hasn't your blog been updated for so long? I smiled and said busy. In fact, I know not all the reasons. No matter how busy I am, if I want, I should spare an hour to write about my mood, write about my feelings, or just keep a running account. However, I don't want to.
More and more confused. There are so many writers on the Internet, full of pride, passionate writing, and commentary on soldiers and iron horses. And I had no choice but to secretly hide these innocuous and long-cherished articles, put them in a drawer full of past events, lock them, and seal them in dust.
I know I want to prove that I don't just write sassy stuff, I can be a good doer too. But I can't be like the son, writing poetry as pure as water while expanding the market for liquor sales. I don't know how he filtered the intriguing clips in the shopping mall, purifying it bit by bit with 27 layers of inner enlightenment, and purifying it into such beautiful and transparent poems. My way is too shallow, I cannot reach his realm.
I am still moved by the pictographic freedom of "the sadness of clouds and clouds, and the magnanimity of mountains and mountains." Till Sunset finally puts an end to my 26-year-old milestone, which, like the letters of the last century and the diaries of Girls' Generation, has become an out-of-print memento from one stage to another. Maybe, one day, I will still write, write some loose poems like roses in the mountains, love like golden tulips, and feelings like hyacinths I picked up across the river, all on white paper, With thick black ink, if there is sunshine in the afternoon, I will spread out the fragrant words one by one. But when will that be?
I no longer have time to spread the flowers, reds, willows and greens on the table, count them, and reminisce. Nearly 30 years old, I need to make a choice in a city I don't like. I know that life is too short to be happy, but the future is even shorter than life, and I must try my best to pursue it. Since I have given up being a civil servant once and for all, I should understand that I have no way out except moving forward. And poets have clearly been eliminated by the times. Also, I candidly admit that I love money. Without money in this city, I feel as insecure as there is no lover. The city that laughs at the poor but not the prostitutes is cruel, cold and easily despairing. But I can put aside my despair and arm myself with beautiful clothes, delicious food, and exquisite dresses, so that I can at least look strong and indestructible.
As I gradually understood, walking and flying are essentially two spatial things. Unable to reach the same river at the same time, I began to take off my feathers - it only gleamed under the dancing stars.
In 2005, the poet finally died and the businessman was reborn. When I have time, I will pick a bunch of chrysanthemums to commemorate my dream from the age of ten to twenty.
The era of fluttering white clothes was broken and ended.
2. Past events, such as Chaolu,
I will always remember that there was a person who stepped on my heart so ruthlessly and walked leisurely. I will always remember the unforgettable pain that almost pushed me into an abyss. Finally struggling to get up, my heart is full of holes. Such a person, after betrayal and deception, remains calm and innocent. I thought I would hate him forever.
I finally pulled away. It took a year to make myself more talented, prettier, and smarter. In another year, I would cover up the wound easily, smilingly accepting invitations from some men, or flowers, but staying on the sidelines. Seeing it too clearly, they were only greedy for the appearance of beauty, who cares about the silent soul?
Until he met the handsome and enthusiastic man, he melted his cold heart with persistence. The fairy tale is important to rewrite. In the ending, I finally draw a happy ending. The people who danced together turned out to be just the right people at the right time and in the right place.
It turns out that everything has been arranged by God. I can't believe that God played such a big joke on me, after smashing my heart to pieces, he sent a Prince Charming who matched all my dreams, and put his heart in gold and replaced it for me, and treat me like a treasure.
Happiness patches all wounds. Turn all imperfections into perfections.
An ordinary Friday, an autumn morning. I was next to the station when I bumped into this man. familiar strangers. His back was slightly hunched, and he seemed to be a lot older and haggard. I was buying Xiao Long Bao from an early stall. Hit me head-on, he stood up straight. I was surprised, and then smiled "HI". He politely asked me if I wanted to have breakfast together, and I said I had it, I was in a hurry for work and I was going to be late. He turned around and flew into the car, rejoicing that his well-cared-for face is still radiant today five years later.
Later, I sent a text message to Mengmeng, saying that I met someone he was completely unexpected, and I thought I would never meet again in my life. Mengmeng texted me back, "The world is very small, you have to learn to be calm." Knowing some of his current situation, I felt a little bit of schadenfreude. But later, I received a text message from him saying, "It was a pleasant surprise to meet you." He used "surprise." My heart suddenly softened. In fact, I never intended to forgive, but I finally forgot the hurt. Yuyu said it well, "If a person brings you love and hurt at the same time, you have to learn to only remember love and forget hurt, so that life will always be filled with sunshine." I replied, "Are you okay? Bless you, everything All good. Should be married?" He said that he was still not married. Say you miss my steamed fish, say sorry, once you can't forgive yourself.
But everything is over, and no one will dwell on the past forever. We are not Mrs. Xianglin. We are so busy and tired in this city that we have no time to remember, let alone mourn. It turns out that his work place is very close to my house, and my work place is not far from his house. Every day, we may stagger through. But I know that we will never see each other again.
Past events, such as morning dew. Some people, some things, expired and deteriorated and cannot be saved.
There were times when I thought the people I met, those words, those words, those temperaments, went straight into my heart. He thought that since Boya met Ziqi, the mountains and rivers would be harmonious; but in the end, he found out that whoever meets who, in the end, is nothing but slush and claws, and it was an empty joy. It ended in disappointment.
Maybe I am too greedy, always hoping to meet people who understand in every corner. In fact, everyone has their own ivory tower, and our hearts have been tempered. Who wants to easily release the door lock and release the softness without defense?
3. In the end, we all end up with the bread.
I still remember seeing the sea for the first time. Immediately shocked. His soft half-long hair fluttered slightly in the wind. Only real handsome guys are qualified to have such long hair, such as Zhu Xiaotian, Zheng Ekin, and Huang Lei. Holding a lamb in his arms, smiling, in the ranch in New Zealand, a handsome boy like a cartoon. I admit that I like handsome guys superficially, but such a beautiful and harmonious picture makes me unable to not be moved.
Then, consciously or unconsciously, I learned a lot of things about him: family background, background, experience, preferences, occupation, habits, temperament, taste... He should be the youngest general manager in the group company, with elegant manners, good family background, rich ancient times, keen and calm. A typical diamond king, the fifth, naturally surrounded by beautiful women, he believes that youth is short and should be enjoyed in time. He has nothing to do with my world.
The second time I saw him, he had cut his hair short, wore glasses, and was polite. I was a little flustered, but he did it with ease. Although he treats me kindly, his eyes are arrogant. I held on until the last minute, and after escaping the office building, I was relieved.
I have always been self-aware. Such a man, like the bright moon, can only watch from a distance. I also flicked some sentimental and gorgeous words between my fingers, and finally deleted them one by one. I ran into him a few times while surfing the Internet at two in the morning. Most of the time he surfed the Internet at midnight, and all I could do was put on a smile and ask, "Are you okay?" Life, such as work, such as opinions, seeing and hearing things. Between the lines, his arrogance faded, a little lonely and a little lonely, but I don't understand it, and I can't understand it finally.
We just keep in touch. Lu Ji got some news from him. He started his own company, and did some things in his life plan. He saw the photos of his girlfriends. He was gentle and elegant, as if he was born with a pair of beautiful people. Happy for him too. I want him to be happy. Then he told me to break up again. It seems that it is natural for him to separate and combine. The screen is separated, and it is impossible to see whether his expression is indifferent or sentimental.
During the three years, I fell in love and got married. I have grown rapidly at work. I have unique and incisive views on some things, so if some friends have related questions, they will come to me for consultation. After meeting him a few times and chatting again, I vaguely felt his change. It was as if he had suddenly become another person. One weekend, when I met him online, he asked me if I was happy. I said of course the hubby was cooking for me :) He said that was so good and you look so happy.
Apart from the internet or occasional phone calls, we have never had a deep relationship. I also joked that I remember the cup of Blue Mountain coffee you promised. When cashing out, the interest will be calculated, and it may become a hundred cups. After all, we have known each other for four years. I don't know when it started, but slowly they became friends. I slowly feel his deeper and deeper changes. When I meet on the Internet, I will take the time to chat a few times, but most of the time, everyone is busy and hurried polite greetings. He seemed to be getting cute.
Our office is just across the road. Had a lunch together. I seem to want to get to know him again. I was anxious about the major events in his life, and sometimes urged him. He put forward the conditions of his favorite woman, and I had to feel ashamed and let him solve it on his own. Such high requirements are really not within the scope of my friends.
Then another year later, I went to visit a colleague who had just given birth. He happened to live there, so we met by the grassy lotus pond and had breakfast together. I didn't expect him to have changed so much in a year. At this time, he was only in his early thirties, and his once elegant hair was scattered with stars. I imagined that the road to entrepreneurship would also be full of setbacks and hardships, and I was in vain. Maybe he didn't care, but I remembered his handsome face on the New Zealand ranch that month. Time is like a knife, and the knife and knife urges people to grow old.
But within ten minutes, I was brisk. He is still the same as in his memory, he is not scolded by insults, he is very talented, and he analyzes problems with every touch. He is still elegant and humble in manner. I am still fascinated by his arrogance and talent. Although I have made rapid progress over the years, in his realm, it is still hard to match.
He told me that now he has fixed feelings, fixed habits and arrangements. When he said this, his tone was flat, but the peaceful happiness was faintly revealed, and he must have walked through the flat and thorns hand in hand to know and cherish each other like this. I no longer speculate on which beautiful or talented woman has caught his eye - I know that one day, we will all end up with bread, even if I once looked up at him. Beautiful scenery, spring flowers bloom. Not all the way to see the ultimate scenery.
I'm not surprised by this ending. But make time quiet.
If we grow old, we should be quiet and calm, and have no regrets.
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