The water vat in heaven rotted and flowed, and the whole sky was filled with water mist. The air becomes thin, making people unable to breathe. After dinner, I suddenly felt anxious and panic, and wanted to go home. In fact, I don’t miss home. Home is just a pig’s nest under Baogai’s head. But I don’t like Gao Ji much. I know that I am a weak and lonely sheep. Ideologically, it is different from the smaller one, the bigger one or even the same age one. So it is out of place and makes me sad and tired. But he still sticks to his small sincere world naively. So I make friends very seriously, and there are few friends. Like cocoon of silkworms. Loneliness always accompanies me. Just ride a motorcycle and leave. The sky was very dark, just like a huge stone pressing down. The village road is bumpy and uneven, one by one. People are probably drilling in the house, either happy or sad. On the way, I was alone with my motorcycle. All the sounds were still, except the sound of motorcycles and the sound of splashing water sometimes. The light was turned on and it was dim yellow. Rainwater is connected into a string and a net. Wrap me inside. The trees on both sides also pressed against me. My eyes widened, a small piece of yellow still. I just rushed forward unconsciously by feeling. I felt that I was a boat in the sea. With the ups and downs of the wind and waves, I was destroyed by the wind and waves, and completely lost direction and control. I also felt that I was just a sheep walking on the path in the valley in the dark. I raised my head only to see a faint sky, and the beasts on the mountain roared. On the road, it was still silent. The chain knocked on the chain box, Kaka Kaka. Occasionally, a car passes like a plane, and the taillights are as red as fireflies. Several harvesters crawled in the front like dung, and they were going back north. I followed behind, like an ant. To Zhang village, the European-style architecture on the roadside made me confused that I walked into the gloomy castle. Walking towards the street, the street lamp was on, and there was a little warmth in my heart. My wife and son went to school and slept. Look at the wet body, lonely feeling. He shouted, and his wife called his son: Your father is back, let’s go home. I took my mother and went home with my son leaning on my back, a long-lost feeling of steadfast. My hope.

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