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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I’m really not used to the days without internet. I always get used to surfing the Internet every day, browsing familiar websites, reading beautiful articles of Duchang Forum and prose online, recall the story with the deepest memory. There are many excellent articles that can always evoke my deepest memories. I don’t know why I can’t open the network recently. When the signal is available, I can’t even go online occasionally. Life becomes at a loss and seems to lose something at a time. The original habitual life suddenly returns to reality from the virtual network and seems to be extraordinarily quiet, the original reality seems to become no longer reality. What on earth makes me feel like this, but I can absolutely believe that I am definitely not a person who is overly obsessed with the internet. Maybe it is a constant life that originally changed my life habits. Although nothing has changed, even though the network is just a virtual thing, it seems that the deep emotion that has been built unconsciously is not necessarily the network, maybe they are real friends existing in the Internet. I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I fell in love. It seemed that I also felt this way. You don’t have to get it. Even if you can watch it every day, you will be satisfied. You don’t talk too much, but only get together and know each other. Only when you really lose it can you have a different feeling. Maybe it may not be really painful, but you just don’t get used to this kind of loss. Although the loss of the Internet can not be compared with the loss of love, although it is a bit exaggerated, if the internet really leaves the life we were familiar with at once, there will always be some changes and no idea what to do, I don’t know how long it will take to debug my lost heart. Although we have more time to go offline than to go online, the general rules of the Internet still have our choice of principles. Just like the lovers, they can’t get together every time, but at least the sweetness of embracing each other can also care about each other and meet at any time, gathering at the bridge in the east of the village or gathering in the downtown park. Maybe I am a relatively nostalgic person who likes the feeling of dependence and attachment and the familiar environment. What may not be changed yesterday is the most beautiful today, on the contrary, old friends are not familiar with new friends. Perhaps because the road under my feet is not easy to change, old friends leave, while I still stay in the original scenery and refuse to stay away. It’s hot in the summer of July. Fortunately, the temperature in the morning still makes us feel particularly refreshing and pleasant. We can’t get on the internet. Although it makes me feel a little uncomfortable, it seems that it can’t affect my mood. Fortunately, the computer also has documents that I can edit to write some feelings about myself. I like this kind of life. I write something about my real life and personal feelings when I am idle. Since last year, there have also been 50 essays of 100,000 words published in prose online and Duchang Forum in hometown. Although I haven’t saved a penny of contribution fee for writing up to now, I spent a lot of fax fee on reporting and sending fax proof materials because my works were plagiarized and reprinted innocently. Although I feel a little distressed, I don’t regret it. I hate those friends who reprint works. What’s more exasperating is that sometimes articles are published yesterday and reprinted innocently on various literary websites as soon as they are searched today, even the title is changed to be regarded as plagiarism. I just want to tell those friends who like to plagiarize others’ works that this is a serious infringement behavior. Don’t think that it can not constitute a cyber crime. Once I seriously investigate, I can also investigate the Mana responsibility; don’t think that I am an unknown writer, which won’t attract your attention, but as long as I take legal weapons and effective certification materials, I can also investigate the person in charge of the website, investigate the income according to the number of articles clicked. I didn’t do this, not because I didn’t have such power. Comparatively speaking, many websites were deleted as soon as I reported them. Many people’s IDs were directly sealed, and even many people’s Sina Weibo were directly closed. This is not the result I want. I don’t mean to hurt the emotion between you and me. I just want to safeguard my rights. Like you, I don’t consider the consequences of plagiarizing works, I believe this is just a fact created by your ignorance, and you can’t blame me. Daily reports show that works are plagiarized to different degrees every day. This society really makes me feel helpless for some people. Just like in this society, criminals are shot every day, but people who commit crimes cannot be changed every day. We should know that proses are different from news works. We can share good works with you, but we should know that novels, articles and proses have the independent power of the authors embracing each other, without the authorization of the author and the original website, it is not allowed to reprint at will, let alone be plagiarized. So when you hurt my personal feelings, you are actually disrespecting yourself. It’s not wrong to like culture and knowledge, but it is wrong that you should not fill your vacant soul with the culture of others. Not only is it not beautiful, but it is more ugly. Especially those private personal websites, which themselves are both editors and website administrators, plagiarize network articles from all over the country. The whole website can’t see a phone number, let alone Advertising. I don’t know what the meaning of such a website is. Even if you write a contact with them, it will make you unable to write. I have never thought about whether my works can be loved by many people and whether they have certain literary connotations. But I just like to record my own life in the way of prose. I just want to restore myself truly, express my inner world, be grateful to the world and miss the world. Every time I finished writing it, it went online immediately and was published in Duchang Forum and prose online. There were few thoughtful considerations, and many places needed to be revised were often found after it was published. This is the old problem brought by my unchangeable acute, not that I don’t respect my own literature. After writing more than 50 proses, imitation also has a kind of experience in writing. If proses want to be scattered and not chaotic, they must be chaotic and divine. Gods gather in thinking and think and have feelings, anyway, at least there must be a truth. It had been a long time since I could not go online. With the surging south wind, the young girl with her lapel waving and dancing became a beautiful scenery at the gate of the company, and she always watched the spring and autumn year by year. QQ is beating, and it seems that it can go online again. I still go to the website to spend a good time with all the netizens and feel the happy years brought by the Internet. There are you and me.

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When young people listen to the rain, they will not prepare for a rainy day, ride a bicycle, sprint in the rain, let the wolves in life come out of the nest at that moment, and give themselves the graceful figure once young! At that moment, I was beautiful, because of the rapid rain, the rhythm-like drum beat to wake up the scenery of sleep, and the light steps in summer and my back merged into a beautiful scenery line! But it is also because of young courage! Think about how can you run in the rain now, and how can your childhood be accepted by the silence of the world? But now? Will you accept it? My heartless listening to the rain will dazzle your reality! Listening to the rain when I was young, I could see that the sky was full of heroism, which urged the magic crystals to come down from the sky, clear and broken. One after another, like brave knights, and the world is like that happy Princess, waiting for their rescue! Listening to the rain, the young man loved the momentum of torrential rain, breaking the peace of grass growing and warblers flying, attacking the weakness of gurgling streams, tearing the tenderness of sunset and red clouds, and burying the colorful charming. I would rather urge the disabled than destroy it, but I still like the thrilling and arrogant one. It is arrogant and frivolous, and the arrogance it gives the world is a natural temperament! Deeply touched me, young and ignorant! When the young boy listened to the rain, he just didn’t feel sad. He didn’t like to think about it. He was silent and couldn’t hear the lonely in the rain clearly. He thought it was just the whisper of the affectionate poet! As time went by, I fell in love with the drizzle and low rain, which gave people much thought and nostalgia and reminded me of the girl in the rain Lane who was as bitter as lilac; I will think of the thin river boat, sorrow and sorrow the poet has placed countless lovesickness on the bright moon; I will think of the bright eyes of the lotus picking woman in the deep lotus root flowers full of love! The drizzle is mixed with many unknown feelings. You can understand that it is not listening to the lingering drizzle, but listening to its sorrow; It is not listening to the hazy drizzle, but listening to its loneliness; I love to hear its tenderness instead of the mess of drizzle! As time goes by, you will have a choice when listening to the rain, just like you have to face a choice in life. If you don’t want to wave goodbye to youth, you can only seek sorrow; If you don’t want to let fate go silently, you can only have no choice but to lament. Time is always eternal when you look back. You should learn to accept those sleeping and gone, and then tell yourself with a light smile that there is still a long way to go! When young people listen to the rain, they will not fall in love, that has withered courage. Waste it deep, let go, and the scenery will be complete! When a young boy listened to the rain, the auditory hallucination was like wind chimes, which could not resist the gloomy sway and shattered a childlike innocence. Could there be green water Castle Peak remote, which will love close Water Tower! Under the rain, I let my thoughts fall to the end of the world. My heart is as chaotic as rain feet, making my dreams noisy and shouting like a newborn bird breaking through the cage of my heart. I am can’t control the childish frivolous and innocent Jie-AO. Even if the dark clouds lightly press the colorful world and the thick fog and hazy world are far away, I still want the dream paper crane to get wet in the rain, but it is still crumpled flying! When young people listen to the rain, if they feel like their hearts, they will be happy. Love is noisy and chaotic, love is endless sorrow, love is the urgent soul, and they all love to accept the giving from the god! It is baptism, praise, sigh, who touched it unintentionally, knocked down the Temple of Heaven, poured down the nectar of the world, moistened the world! The thirst at that time was the extravagant demand now. My heart withered out of thin air. Who trampled on my falling red unintentionally! The countless years of fragrance are limited to early spring. What about my summer! Is there still a person who listens to the rain crazily, but you have crushed my summer dream! Listening to the rain as a young boy, my dream was filled with delight and melodious sincerity throughout my childhood. My heart leaped. Do you understand that I have lost it in the rain! Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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