Listening to the March blossom--narration

It is a long time no article, the last pen was last July, saved a draft, forget the release-perhaps not finished.

It is the beginning of a new year. March, read and not read. Always at this time, savor the lost time, Miss, but also to the incoming troubles, panic all day long.

March Fangfei, flowers bloom on the mo. In the big city, there is also a bit of warmth. Morning on the roadside to see a bicycle, dazzling sunrise unexpectedly let me some trance, as if to see the time in front of the back, time and space in front of jumping. It's like a few years back, that carefree college. I waved to the rear's little companions on the bike, indicating that they were slow and snail-like, and then turned and slipped down the long hillside.

School at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, in a small town as if isolated, this town has a very nice name, called too B Palace. The dense trees cover most of the campus, occasionally revealing several tall bell towers, and more co-ordination.

The whim of a bicycle to more than 20 kilometers of the city to play a lap. Just classmate, is young. The little friends said go and walk, carrying just climbed out of the top of the sun, set out.

Just classmate young, in prime.

Chaoyang to the first bus to start a busy working life. After graduation to devote to the Internet industry, when the mobile Internet is a breeze, especially the lei always stand in the Tuyere pig, let just graduated from us, have a different dream. There is a word, and now I think it is prescient: JUST do IT. We are all busy with each other's work, running their own lives, occasionally chatting with small partners about the past, talking about the future. Once pursued all things shun mind, but have to lie in the face of reality. This is to grow up we, do not know from when, everyone became taciturn, Buyanbuyu also long not contact. Never thought of youth so short, not even aware, hurried away.

Year-old flowers similar, year-old people are different every year.

Life at this time will be passive into the state of confusion.

Why is passive, this month a classmate married, next month a classmate born son. Even if you feel that the eight has not yet, also have to worry about. Want to continue to pursue a dream in this seductive city, or want to go back to life at the beginning of a comfortable life, or want to find another place and so on. Everyday in thinking, every day in tangled. From time to time also comfort oneself: for fashion early, the fate of it. No sorrow, no joy.

Last winter changed the company, Pitch darkness busy three months, just went home for a comfortable year. After graduation work is a smooth sailing, first to do lecturer, relatively idle, nothing but dynamic lip, amused. I always miss and thank this experience, to my social play a certain cushion, not a graduate is a hard work of the program ape. Now, the main is the heart tired, in a no product no UI operation holding the right to start-up companies, more than 10 of people's development team, there is no objection.

The impetuous omission, the square can meditate. A new year, but also a brand-new self.

Yesterday, I stood at the end of loneliness, looking at the desolate, sad heart in the cold season leaves no cry. In a twinkling of an eye, it was bright March, cherry blossoms.

So far

　　

Listening to the March blossom--narration