Life Is Not Just A Matter Of Sight, But Also A Distance.

One

I can't forget the morning when I woke up at the age of 30.

Or was it in the city I was familiar with, or the morning wake-up call by the alarm clock, or the breakfast that was fixed at a fixed breakfast booth, and the usual morning was the longest nightmare in my life.

Everything is too ordinary.

I suddenly became a mediocre uncle from a super hero who could save the universe. I was once a teenager who was full of hope, but now the mirror seems to have been able to shine.

The girl I used to like was someone else's lover. Those handsome young boys who fought together on the basketball court became beer belly middle-aged. In those years, our youth was invincible, and the bull and the bull, who had been very aggressive, were really only a boast.

In those days, young writers and artists who wrote poems, wrote songs and lied to girls in the school were willing to sacrifice their lives for their ideals. They were also integrated into the mainstream society and disappeared.

"Life is not just an eye, but there are still distant poems and fields". Gao Xiaosong, a CEO of Ali music, and a calm Xu Wei, are just a screen for a circle of friends.

Born in the ideal, and finally desire - the youth will be old again.

And I am not quite able to accept the fact that I am 30 years old. It seems that life has lost all kinds of possibilities. It seems that the day is the end of the world.

I saw my peers who came out of the school with me, from the brave warriors who opened up the territory to the six pence of walking.

Forever young, forever tears are just a glimmer of weary life. Most of us are rushing and compromising for a better life. This is our ordinary way.

Once the hot blood has become cool, we are far from ourselves in the bumping and grinding of edges and corners. Every time we get drunk is no longer for others, but for burying ourselves.

Your desire to leave is nowhere to be stopped.

The collapse of tears is just a failure to arrive.

Two

In the evening, only two old friends came out to drink. It's not a pleasant thing to do on their 30 birthday.

The theme is naturally drinking, and the two old white and fat people are not very particular people in private.

At that time, we went to Beijing to go to university. This twelve years passed.

Beijing is really big. It seems to be a small world. Even if we are in a city, there are few three people who can get together and talk nonsense like young people.

The world is changing fast, sometimes we can not understand it.

When we went to college, we used to think of campus as a quack, thinking that we could all become heroes of a great man, thinking that universities are sleeping and truancy and falling in love in a male dormitory.

We all sang all day long, wearing the same hat as Cui Jian, wearing He Yong's sea jacket and chatting about Dou Wei's gossip.

When I talk about work, I say why you are so vulgar, what money is, we are intellectuals, and builders of socialism must have ideals, poetry and distance.

At that time, the girl also had backbone, and she did not mind with the poor children. This is love. You are the April day of the world. You are the gentle wave in Cambridge. I am willing to be an oak tree. Those years, the bull driving in front of the girls has become our idealism.

In retrospect, the frivolity of young age is like a plague. When we wake up, it is already a common thing.

Everything was out of control, for example, when the fat suddenly started to lose his hair, I was out of shape with the old white figure. The sharp voice that used to roar has become rounded.

On the wine table, we chatted about the family's weaknesses. When we opened a new property, we planned to build a subway line or a school district room. Recently, we ran several projects, but the economic situation was so bad that we didn't make any money.

When I was drunk, I felt a little excited. "Fortunately, there are two of you in this city. Otherwise, a person is really boring. I really don't know what I am mixing up every day."

"Don't be so JB, go for one.

For our twelve years. "

Fat man is not a man who can talk, but when he is full, he will be bored.

Lao Bai finished his drink for a long time and said something I had been hovering in my mind for a long time.

This city does not have a lamp to light up for you, so we must burn ourselves.

Three

"Fortunately, we have not been knocked down by life."

Zhi Jie cried as he spoke.

That day was Zhijie to be sent to a farewell Wine Bureau in a northeastern European country. The colleagues who joined together three years ago got together again. The speech box started from the summer just after graduation. Everyone was talking about it. We laughed and laughed together. When we remembered something, we suddenly had a sudden silence and a few mouthfuls of wine. When we finished the second match, we all cried and cried.

It's not easy.

TMD is not easy to work. Life is really dog day.

Three years ago, we entered into a multinational company with longing. We wanted to fight our own day with bare hands. But we see each other in a dilemma.

We have become more mature and steady, and more and more organized at work, but only those of us are aware of how this so-called growth has been stumbling.

We have never been able to understand a new person, for others have been over the pot, fill in the pit do not know how many, such as Zhi Jie under the leadership of a wonderful flower has been abused for three years, silently forbear, until today's liberation time.

The little meat that we can never justify is turned into a workplace man who can also be torn by a smile.

We turn from a Leng Qing who wants to change the world to a closed man who learns to protect himself.

It is useless to say that we are useless.

What is the meaning of this unwilling life? Perhaps it is Zhijie's first circle of friends in Czech that he can answer: "make a good profit, buy a bag for your daughter-in-law, ha ha ha."

Those things that are more valuable than reality, those we only know in the dark, are the real reasons for our survival.

When I finally arrived at the so-called distance, I finally realized the meaning of "loose".

It is not terrible to live ordinary lives, but to be beaten by life is terrible.

Four

So lived for thirty years until the building collapsed.

In the killing of the Shijiazhuang people, life is a cage like existence, and no one can escape from prison.

We spend all our efforts to manage everything, and accumulate life all day and night. These are the dark and dark buildings in the windows. They are collapsing. The fear of a moment makes the building ruins.

The truth of life is never a dream come true. The prince and princess live together is just a starting point of life. Life is forever, and now is a trial of death.

Perhaps the most appropriate description of life is another widely circulated Lyric: who comes from the mountains and lakes, but is confined to the day and night, the kitchen and love.

You are tired of endless compromises and submissions, but there is never a man in the world who has never compromised; you have had enough of the commonplace and the garlic, but never expected to be another fictional garden of Eden; you go to find the desperate sea, and I choose to continue in my own distance.

Maybe my dream has already been withered on the road. Maybe I have no way to go to the life I want, but I would like to go down to the dust, humble, perhaps just for the sake of guarding.

That's it.