When I first came to Xiamen, I am at the foot of Huangzhuang village. Due to the continuous moving of factories, the corresponding population is also increasing day by day, and the villages near the industrial park seem to be overcrowded everywhere. At this time, the rent should be on the rise. All landlords seem to have discussed it. It is almost once every few months. However, no matter how long the rent is, we still have to live. You can’t live, since someone lives, the initiative is in the hands of the landlord. In this case, I lived in a single room that my brother-in-law had been struggling to find in advance. Most of the houses in Huangzhuang village have more than 6 floors and are dense. Because the land here is narrow and thick, and every inch of land is gold, every house is expanded outward and upward as much as possible, and no space can be wasted. The building I live in is the same, closely related to the building next door, leaving only a narrow corridor for people to enter and exit. My room is only a window, just towards this corridor and open, plus I live on the second floor, with 3456 floor to covered, so sub-fell to me this light really running out, therefore, the rent is lower than others. After all, everything has gains and losses. Living in such an apartment, just like the concubines who were put into the cold Palace in ancient times, the changes of seasons are not easy to be noticed, and the changes of weather and day and night have little influence on me. However, this kind of dark environment is not useless either. Every time I come back from night shift, I seem to step into another night. I don’t have to adjust my biological clock, and I can sleep directly with my pillow until the dusk outside, street lights early on. Although the house was simple and crude, it became spotless and orderly after being cleaned up by his wife, and could still live in peace; Although the light was dark, it could be driven away by turning on the light, although it was not as bright as the natural light, it is enough to brighten the room. But what can’t be tolerated most is the noise from motorcycles in the morning. Every morning, I heard the sound of one or two people getting up at first, brushing teeth, locking the door and starting the motorcycle. A sharp motor sound cut through the silence of the morning and opened the prelude to the busy day of the migrant workers. This sound was like a drop of water thrown into the oil pan. The whole corridor suddenly burst into the pan, and all kinds of ping-pong sounds sounded at the same time. The sound of kicking down the stairs in a hurry, the crash of closing the iron gate, the beep of the motorcycle and so on mixed together, playing the busy Symphony in the morning. For me who was sleeping late in bed, it was as painful as purgatory. It didn’t work to close the doors and windows tightly, plug my ears with earplugs and cover my head with quilts, the harsh motor sound pierced into my nerve and heart one by one. The most infuriating thing was that some people frequently stepped on the accelerator, using high-pitched motor sound and horn sound to express the anxiety of others and others. As the boiling noise gradually stopped and its original peace and tranquility was restored in the morning, I calmed down my anger in my heart. When I tried to fall asleep again, I found that the glass of Dream was broken all over the floor, I can no longer piece together the original warmth and sweetness. The anger in my heart rose again, and the idea of moving the house came into being. Many people are the same when they want to think and do what they want to do. Many ideas are put in their minds. When they put them into action, they turn over the boxes and look for various reasons to delay, finally, I can always find an excuse to excuse my laziness. In this way, the matter of changing a house has been put on the shelf all the time. It was only when I was dissatisfied with the current House occasionally that I came up with this matter and expressed my determination. After the complaint disappeared, he forgot it and abandoned it to the wastebasket. The real determination to change the house was after my son came to the mansion. His son was taken to Zhejiang by his grandmother when he was 2 or 3 months old. Maybe it was because of his unacclimatization. He was always very noisy. So I took advantage of the break to pick him up. One is to relieve our thirst for missing, the other is to change the environment to see if it will be better. People received it, but the problem also emerged. The dark bedroom is tolerable to us. After all, I am used to living for a long time, but it is absolutely impossible for children to live in such a dark and humid environment without daylight every day, in addition, his frequently changed clothes were not easy to dry in the sun, and his loud and continuous crying made my depressed mood more agitated. For various reasons, the move had to be put on the agenda. In the case of very few houses, changing houses has also become a problem. Either the floor is too high to bring children, or the living room is too big to live in. It is hard to find a new house with suitable floor lighting environment, but the rent is high. I thought to myself: if you are expensive, you will be more expensive. If you hesitate, you may be robbed by others. There are too many people willing to spend money to buy comfortable things these days. In this way, I moved into this new house with the entrance of my family and lived till now. Although many houses have been built in the village now, empty new houses are everywhere, and the housing price has fallen to the ideal category. But I don’t have the desire to move. After all, I am used to living here, the pace of life here, the noise and peace here. The familiar Banyan Tree with full green leaves in front of the window has rooted in my mind, which can not be replaced by a few other trees casually. A guest is like a home, a rented house is just a temporary home, not belonging to me, just like I don’t belong to this city. I lived here temporarily, enjoying the joys and sorrows it brought to me, the breeze and the moon. Several years later, someone else replaced me and temporarily owned the life of more than 20 square meters. In fact, no matter where you live, as long as you have the warmth of your family and the happiness of reunion, this place is home.

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