从家里回来后就想写点什么，想了都快一个月了 。我还真是一个懒惰的人 ，甚至经常把一分钟内能干完的事拖上几个月，最要命的是还要逼迫自己记住，无端占用大脑资源。 始终没写是因为没有个明确的主题，想法很多 ，却很零散，还没有意见有欲望写出一大篇的事情发生。 从回家开始说吧，说这个暑期是有史以来最无聊的也不为过 ，我几乎是盼着它快点过完的。因为无论从饮食还是精神上都受不了了 。 爸爸妈妈还是老样子，只是岁月在他们的身上越来越明显了。看着爸爸的皱纹，妈妈肤色 ，我有的只是感动。但更多是自责！ 很高兴，终于有了让人舒服的温暖 。妈妈不住的问候，爸爸不停的夹菜。那种感觉真好。 有一天听了一个叫《一生漂泊》的节目 ，开头的那句话很喜欢 曾经有一个吉普赛人被问及关于流浪的看法，他说，人只是这个世界上寄宿的人 ，谁都不能久留，即使拥有房子，也注定要流浪 。 这是齐秦的一张专辑里关于《烟囱》这首歌的文案，觉得很好 ，就记下来了。前几年听有个同学说越来越感到需要一种归属感，还很不理解，现在自己也需要了 ，而且这种欲望从某一天起愈发强烈起来，真是让人生气。 刚回沧州的那天，打车回学校的路上 ，看着碌碌的行人，突然间很难过，沧州也成了开始给我回忆的城市了 。还要在这里呆多久呢 ，这样的日子又何时是个结束呢？ 无聊时找到爸爸妈妈的照片——我真是一个不善于把照片带在身边的人，看着他们的面容，我知道他们已经不年轻了。给家里的电话也越来越少 ，每周一次的电话我知道对于妈妈来说真的好少好少。努力记着要多给妈妈打电话，可还是经常忘 。我忘记了太多重要的事，却记住了不值得记住的小事。 今天和朋友走了走，聊了聊 ，实在觉得校园没有地方溜达，于是走走停停。说说这说说那的，感觉的是只有迷茫 ，迷茫的走，看着别人匆匆。 从家回来的火车上，床位正好跟行驶的方向相同 ，窗外的风景倒着驶过，家的一切离我越来越远，突然冒出一个奇怪的问题 ，我现在是回去了吗？我回去哪里了呢？ 当然如今我不再喜欢被无来由的问题骚扰，所以这个疑问一闪即逝，闭上眼睛打算开始休息一下疲倦的身体之前 ，又闪过了几个已经出现过好多次的问题，得到同样的答案后，我便睡了 。 这些问题是： 会一直喜欢一个不喜欢自己的人吗？不会 会喜欢一个和自己一样的人吗？不会 会见到谁就爱上谁吗？不会
When I came back from home, I wanted to write something, I thought it was a month. I am also a lazy person, and even dragging things in a minute in a minute, the most important thing is to keep yourself, and have endless brain resources. Never write because there is no clear theme, there are many ideas, but very zero, there is no opinion that there is a need to write a big thing. Start talking from home, saying that this summer is the most boring, I am almost hoping that it is over. Because no matter whether it is from diet or mental. Mom and Dad are still old, but the years are getting more and more obvious in their body. Looking at Dad's wrinkles, mother's skin, I have just touched. But more is your own blame! I am very happy, I finally have a warm warmth. Mom can't live, Dad keeps picking. That feeling is really good. One day, I listened to a "one lifetime drifting" program. The beginning of the sentence, I like to have a Gypsy who has been asked about the wandering view. He said that people are only hosting people in this world, no one can stay for a long time. Even if you have a house, it is destined to wander. This is a copy of the song of "Chimney" in Qi Qin, I feel very good, I will write down. I have listened to a classmate in the past few years, I'm more and more feelings need a sense of belonging, I still don't understand, now I need it, and this kind of desire is getting stronger from a certain day, it is really angry. On the day of Zhangzhou, I took a bus back to the school. I looked at the guests. I suddenly became very difficult. Zhangzhou has also become a city that began to remember. How long have you stayed here, when is this day? When you are bored, find a photo of your mom and dad - I am a person who is not good at bringing a photo on the side, looking at their face, I know that they are not young. I have fewer and fewer calls at home, and I know that I am really less than my mother. I have to remember to call my mother, but I still have forgotten. I have forgotten too much important thing, but I remember the little thing that is not worth remember. Today, I walked with my friends, chatted, I really think that the campus has no place to stroll, so I will stop. Tell this talk about it, feeling only confused, confused, looking at others hasty.On the train from home, the bed is just the same as the direction of driving, the scenery outside the window passes, and everything is getting farther and farther away from me. Suddenly an exacerbated question, is I going back now? Where did I go back? Of course, I will no longer like to harass the problem of being uns, so this question is flashing, closing my eyes, I have got a few times before I have already had a lot of problems, I got the same. After the answer, I slept. These problems are: Will you always like a person who doesn't like him? Will you like a person as yourself? Will you see who will fall in love with? Will not
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