When I was a child, I longed for the life of a “city dweller”. I often felt sad that I lived by the lake and in the countryside. I always longed to jump over the dragon gate, go to college, leave the lake, and leave Ethiopians EscortCountryside.
In the 1980s, after many years of trekking, I finally struggled to leave the countryside and came to the city I had longed for endlessly. From then on, I became a new immigrant in the city and no longer had to worry about weeding, fertilizing, and harvesting.
Many years later, on an economic level Ethiopians Sugardaddy, I finally Ethiopians Sugardaddy Yu stayed away from the dust and rushed on the road to prosperity. But on an emotional level, I can’t let go of the atmosphere of the lake country. There is a strong nostalgia in my heart and the nostalgia born from Basho Muyu. Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. Moreover, as I grow older, I miss my background more and more, and miss the years when I had “little food and little clothing”. In my heart, I can never forget the fields, ditches, and pools where I was born and raised. I can’t forget that person, that thing, or the unclear friendship, love, and hatred. Open your eyes to the stove of your hometown, close your eyes to the smoke of your hometown. Subconsciously, I am deeply immersed in the memories of Do something today that your future self will thank you for. Those old, desolate, remote, but generous, simple and kind memories. If you don’t live in the present, you can’t get out of the past. I often dream about walking on the fields and beside the pond in my hometown. After waking up from the dream, I suddenly discovered that my hometown is like a picture. Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going. The sentimental net covers me, and no matter where I go, I can’t get out of its shadow.
Although I am alienated by “city people” Life haEthiopians Escorts no limitations, eEthiopia Sugar Daddyxcept the ones you make. For more than 20 years, my dress is still “countryside”, the colors are mainly black and white, and the style is simple and dignified. I was afraid that others would point fingers behind my back and say that my wife was married to a “country bumpkin”, so I made some bold explorations and innovations in my clothing when I saw “city people” on the streetEthiopia SugarEthiopia Sugar Daddy wears a collarless jacket , I also bought one, which is red and has patterns. It looks more youthful and fashionable. However, when I go out, I still stick to the two colors of black and white, and I can’t see the change of seasons. Those so-called ET EscortsFashionable and trendy clothes are still lying in the closet and smiling in the spring breeze.
I can’t give flowers to my wife like the natives in the city. I never miss Valentine’s Day. My wife is my wife, OpEthiopians Sugardaddyportunities don’t happen, you create How can I change my trademark and pretend to be a lover? The stall selling roses downstairs seems to be thousands of miles away from me. Therefore, every Valentine’s Day, as “Go confidently in the countryside”. direction of your dreams. Live theEthiopia Sugar Daddy life you have The wife of “imagined.”, she has a kind of sadness of a declining aristocrat, leaning on the railing alone to watch the waves of roses rolling on the street…
Not long ago, my mother and IET Escorts After talking on the phone, she said: “Jiuman, how long has it been since you went home? “I suddenly fell silent. I’m not sure whether this silence was me calculating how long it would be before I went home, or whether I was suddenly hit by “home” and had a temporary brain short circuit. Anyway, I was fine. He didn’t come back to his senses for a while, until his mother’s voice became short: “Jiu Man! What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you speak? Speak! “I was so excited that I hurriedlyI said quickly: “It’s okay, it’s okay. I thought someone was knocking on the door just now!”
The day before yesterday, I finally found my mother’s love and nostalgia in Ethiopians Sugardaddy Driven by the desire, he came back with some white hair and wrinkles on his forehead.
As soon as I got home, before I had time to rest, I went out alone and wandered around the fields alone. Ethiopians Sugardaddy
That low earth wall is where I take a nap after returning home from working in the fields, many evenings When the smoke rose, I heard there. In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity. The clear singing; the pool has been squeezed by the rice fields so that only the nostrils are left to breathe. It was once a place where our family cooled off on summer nights…
I walked a few steps and came to the drought relief ditch. under the old willow tree. FollowEthiopians EscortOn the quiet farmland, I saw my father wearing a raincoat and a hat, raising a whip with his left hand and holding a plow with his right hand; I heard the rising and falling frogs in the countryside back then, and I also smelled the fragrance of old rice in the air. It flows…
People in the village have watched me grow up. When they saw me, they were as friendly as their own children. They smiled and said from a distance: “Jiu Man, are you back to see mom again?” I responded with a smile: “Yes.” When I walked away, I heard them talking behind my back: “Jiu Man is filial and has no conscience at all.” I felt ashamed for a moment. In fact, I didn’t do anything. I only came back from time to time. When I visited my mother, I was actually praised as filial by my old neighbors.
Sometimes, I will chat with the folks ET Escorts about the harvest of crops, discuss the time for sowing or harvesting, and it will get better and better. Seeing that his stupidity was getting more and more stupid, Uncle Song smoked a bag of dry cigarettes in front of the pot and listened to the third brother yelling at the livestock with a rattling old voice. When I was excited ET Escorts, I actually took off my shoes, stepped on the basket containing the sprouted cotton seeds, and followed the third brother’s buttET Escorts Throw some seeds behind. I’m not demonstrating, I just want to walk on Ethiopia Sugar‘s wet territoryET EscortsAway.
Yesterday at breakfast, I picked up the noodles served by my third sister-in-law and made a loud noise, like tearing a long piece of cloth. I felt very comfortable and said to my family: “You man! You are really a bitch. I sit in the air-conditioned room all day long and feel restless. My meals are not fragrant and my sleep is not solid. I always feel panicked. Once When I get back to my hometown, my food smells delicious and I sleep well!” My relatives smiled incomprehensively.
YesterdayEthiopia Sugar in the afternoon, my mother and IET EscortsMy dear wife kept talking, over and over again, all about old times that had passed by. I also talked about my troubles. I told my mother that although I live in the city, I have always lived the life of a farmer, retaining the character and characteristics of a farmer. From a distanceEthiopia Sugar Go, you know I am Ethiopia Sugar a scenery from the countryside. The native flavor in me will always linger. The best revenge is massive success. It is deeply rooted in my flesh and blood, giving my accent a strong native flavor. . The mother thought for a while and said: “Jiuman, you were born and grew up in the countryside. Your Ethiopians Escort life background will always be Farmers, the Ethiopia Sugar Daddy blood flowing in their veins, the love and hatred in their bones, simplicity and stupidity, justice and Ethiopians EscortThe narrow-mindedness, gratitude and indifference, including the integrity of not rubbing the sand, are still completely peasant-style original ecology.” After listening to my mother’s words. , I understood everything.