Prose around you

Plato said: Without the language of love, all words are boring. The following is my essay about you. Welcome to reading.

Chapter 1: It's a good thing to have you around.

How many people have fallen because of confusion, helplessness and ridicule; How many people fell asleep when their relatives were away and they were desperate. And I have enough warmth to melt snow, just because I met you. Fortunately, I have you by my side.

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The weeds don't seem to have broken, and it's raining. Trestle creaked when stepping on the board. Looking up, it is a dilapidated village. A closer look shows that there is blood stain, which is particularly harsh.

Hometown ... not here.

Thinking like this, sadness and helplessness come to mind. However, I still have him, the man who accompanied me from the beginning!

"What are you thinking? Settings! " You are familiar across the river, smiling. At the foot are messy reeds and flying catkins, flying to unknown distances.

"It's a good thing to have you around." Walking off the wooden bridge, I said with a little emotion.

When you laugh, your eyebrows are bent. Wake up your hand, the temperature flows from your little finger into your heart and lungs, and your eyes are just warm, just like you and me in those days.

That year, I stood on this side of the river and looked at the villages across the river. Lights are brightly lit and smoke keeps coming out. And there is only one person here, holding an umbrella alone, a little desperate. Looking forward to going out from which door for an upcoming farewell trip. However, there is no, only the sound of broken raindrops and laughter from a distance. I hope someone will be with me at this time.

Suddenly, a hazy figure appeared in the rain curtain. It is you! Despair turned into a warm current. It's a good thing to have you. Two people with umbrellas, gradually away.

If you weren't there, I might go home and become a joke. Even if you go, it will be nothing, and you will lead a drunken life. Even if not, your hometown will be occupied and collapsed by the enemy. When you close your eyes, your anxious face and the phrase "you still have me" can't help but smile.

The line of sight, gradually clear. Looking back, the village trestle is far away. Hold your hand tightly, make you wonder and look back. I smile mysteriously, step up, and you stumble to keep up. Smile, smile more.

Meeting you is the greatest luck in my life. Thank you for your persistence.

Chapter 2: You are around.

Many years ago in a company in Yangpu District, Shanghai.

Holding my diploma, I reluctantly agreed to be an apprentice in the workshop. Room and board, 400 yuan a month, I said it's ok.

My teacher is a young man who is not much older than me. He worked here for four years, brought out many apprentices and worked hard. But he is a bit dull, not talkative and not good at communication, so he has been making ultramicro products with the newcomers in the workshop.

I don't talk much either. We hardly have anything to say except work. Even at work, I am limited to asking "Master, what am I going to do?" He replied "Twist the screw."

Then face one assembled welding machine after another every day, holding a cross screwdriver and screwing one screw after another. There are more and more blood bubbles on my hands, and it hurts when it breaks. I have no friends and I haven't told anyone.

Go to the canteen to eat at noon, flustered and want to find a suitable position for myself.

They are in small groups, talking and laughing. Go to the dormitory to play cards or chat in the office after dinner. I had nothing to do, so I went to the warehouse to help the warehouse manager organize bags of parts. Aunt Guan Cang always praises my diligence, but I know I just have nowhere to go.

After work in the evening, I slowly walked back to the dormitory alone. Street lamps are on or off, and I walk on those swaying roads.

The other three people in the same dormitory are from Hebei. I can't even remember their names for a long time. Neither can they. I don't seem to know that there is another me in the dormitory. Later, I found a supper stall on the edge of the dormitory community, which was set by a little girl from Sichuan. This booth is very simple. All the utensils are put on a two-wheeled cart, with a table and several plastic stools beside it.

I always order a bowl of two-yuan fried noodles and sit there until it's time for me to go back to my dormitory to sleep. I looked at the little girl with a smile that hardly disappeared, and listened to her chatting with residents in the community and people who came to eat supper.

Later, I even found something to do in the morning. I get up earlier than others every morning, and when I get to the company, I wash mops in the toilet seriously, one by one, over and over again. Aunt cleaning is here. At first, she was surprised at why I did it. After a long time, she advised me to wash the mop. There is no need to be so serious. Indeed, every time I clean the workshop before work, the mop is as clean as new.

Every Friday night, the canteen is cleaned. Once at lunch, the chef in the canteen gave me an extra piece of meat, saying it was for the office staff and filled the rest. I say thank you again and again. The master smiled and said, "You want to thank me so much. Come and help us clean up on Friday night. " .

So I went. Sweep the floor, wipe the lampblack and wash the counter. Every Friday after that, I will go.

That's how I lived in those days. Besides screwing a screwdriver, I have done a lot of work that does not belong to me.

I filled all the blank time at will.

They began to say that I am good, and they began to care about me and be close. Everyone will greet me and smile.

The maintenance department will invite me to eat hot pot together, the assembly department will give me an extra overtime snack, the welding department will invite me in to eat the snacks they brought, and the testing department will invite me to go out to visit Shanghai on weekends.

The workshop director will ask me if I am tired of learning from the master. The team leader will arrange me to work overtime as little as possible (the apprentice will work overtime for free). The elevator manager will often bring me breakfast. Aunt cleaning will buy me medicine and snacks when I am sick. The canteen master will also take me home and take a bath in the bathroom with a water heater. Workers will watch me play mahjong and wait for the winner to treat me.

I keep thanking them, and I try harder to do what others do.

Until one day, people in the office came to me and asked me if I would like to go to the sales department to learn from that manager.

I refused. I know in my heart that I just want to stay in a place where everyone regards me as the most ordinary and simple person.

The person in the office said, ok, but later you didn't want to be an apprentice in the first workshop, so you went to the maintenance department to help.

My job has become easier. I am no longer screwing for eight hours, and I am no longer holding those heavy welders by myself. I can often take the money given by the maintenance team leader, take a 2-yuan air-conditioned bus and go to many places to pick up the goods and deliver them.

People in the office are always willing to agree to my request. They let me make long distance calls for free twice a week. They agreed that I would leave my office phone number with others, and then they would call my name on the company speaker every Sunday afternoon and let me answer the phone. I chatted with people there with a smile, and no one blamed me even after talking for dozens of minutes.

They gave me stationery from company to company and many envelopes with company names on them.

I lie in bed and keep a diary every night, sometimes one piece of paper, sometimes five pieces of paper.

The next morning, I will send my diary to you in an envelope.

One day, a diary letter.

What I remember most is that you went out for a month of closed training. I figured out the date when you finished your training and sent you a 30-day diary by parcel.

Call on Sunday afternoon after you receive it.

I was helping to pack a batch of goods in the packaging department at that time. On the wall of the green skirt, my name was called twice in a row on the loudspeaker, telling me to go to the office to answer the phone.

I run as fast as I can.

"It's me. What are you doing? "

"I'm packing. I have a batch of goods to send to Kunshan, 50 sets. I have to leave before work. "

"Tired not tired? Do you do it alone? "

"No, I just go to help. There are three or four of them. "

"Oh, that's great. By the way, I received your letter. I was shocked, very shocked. "

"No, just a letter a day. Only this time it was sent together. There seems to be more. "

"Well, I'll take my time when I'm free in the evening. I told you first, I didn't go back letter by letter, not as bad as you. By the way, let me tell you something. When I went to training, I took the last letter you gave me. I was almost killed there for a month, but I took out your letter and read it every day. "

"ah? What are you doing with this letter? You are sick, ha ha ... "

"You are sick. I'm out alone and I don't have any friends. The first time I went out for training, it was still completely closed and I was scared. I will take your letter with me and read it once a day, as if I can receive your letter as usual every day. No matter whether anyone cares about me or not, at least you are still around. I'm not that scared. "

Actually, me too.

Write to you every day-in this bustling and unfamiliar city, among those who are indifferent and distant, outside the time when all the pain and sadness are sneaking around, between the distance between missing and longing-I talk to you every day.

Write like this, say like this.

In this way, I believe you are by my side.

Chapter 3: You never travel far.

I have lived in a small town for many years and go to work on a familiar road every day. Walking, time passed in a hurry. Those people and things that have left a touch in my life, those short stories printed in time, can always cross the long distance of time from time to time and fly to my side in an instant, telling me that those past events are around and never go far.

one

My home is in Shandong. People in Zhongyuan Oilfield often think of their parents who are far away from home. I remember one thing very clearly. One year, my father went to the market to sell cabbage. It's very cold. My father guarded a pile of cabbages and looked at the passing crowd with anticipation. Father's cabbage didn't sell well when the market was over. On such a hard day, my father didn't even drink saliva, let alone go to a nearby shop to buy something to eat. Once I met an old man selling eggs in the Central Plains market. There is a small basket in front of him, which is full of eggs. It was also very cold that day, which suddenly reminded me of my father. So, I bought all the eggs of the old man, hoping that he would go home early. A basket of eggs is no big deal, but I think of another scene: in a distant hometown market, my father who sells cabbage can go home early.

When I went home that day and put my eggs in the refrigerator, I remembered that one year I went back to Zhongyuan Oilfield from my hometown, not transferring from Jinan, but taking a long-distance sleeper from Yantai to the oilfield. The first morning by car, the next day at three o' clock to the oil field. Afraid that I would be hungry on the road, before I left, my family specially cooked twelve eggs for me to eat on the road. Because the car didn't take the expressway, the journey was particularly long. I felt the bump of a big car crossing the street all the way. I eat an egg whenever the bus stops. In this way, when the bus finally arrived at the oil field, there was only one egg left in my bag.

I've only been on the train once. But I will always remember that long journey, together with the eleven eggs I ate in one day, and the affection contained in those eggs.

two

When I went to Zhongyuan Oilfield, the organizational relationship was not in the newspaper at first. I organized the relationship when I was an intern in a newspaper. I still remember that on the day of organizational relations, the then chairman of the leading party called me to the office. When I went in, his letter was not finished, but I saw that it was a long letter with several pages. After writing the letter, he asked me to go to the station and give it to the organization minister. I don't know what was written in the letter. Two years later, I went to the organization department for an interview, only to learn by chance that President Fang had made good arrangements for me in that long letter, which made my organizational relationship smoothly transferred to the newspaper office.

When I learned the contents of the letter, President Fang had gone to Beijing. I never had a chance to thank him in person.

I had the opportunity to thank him in person, but what I failed to say was another matter. In the second month of work, I saved in 750 yuan. At that time, the family needed 2000 yuan for some reason. So I timidly walked into President Fang's office and handed him my IOU. My IOU says 1250 yuan. Looking at the iou I handed over, the old president said with a strong Jiaodong accent, 1250, how can there be 50? I instinctively calmed down and thought, that's it, I won't borrow it. I didn't think about it, he continued. Why do you still borrow change? I'll lend you two thousand, but it's not enough.

That day, I was temporarily speechless because I was moved. I didn't even say thank you. No one knows what was special about a new employee who just graduated that day, and no one knows how the grateful young man felt that day. I just kept saying in my heart, I want to work hard, I must work hard!

That year, President Fang was seriously ill. On the way to Beijing to see him with my colleagues, I thought a lot, remembering his strictness and his earnest concern for us. I brought a bag of sausages in my bag that day, which was made by my mother-in-law. I was afraid of being laughed at, so I deliberately avoided my colleagues and took out the bag of sausages, as if this had become the only way for me to express my gratitude.

Sixteen years passed quickly. Time will not last forever, but gratitude that stays in time will last forever. That gratitude is eternal in my heart.

three

During my life in Zhongyuan Oilfield, I met many strangers.

1 1 years ago, I mainly interviewed oil people who worked in the external market. Because they are too busy, my interview should also take care of their time, sometimes at noon, sometimes at night. Once, I wanted to interview a project manager. The interview time was about eight o'clock in the evening. I went a little early that day, but I didn't expect the office door to be open and even the tea was prepared in advance. He said, you are ten minutes early. Then from then on, he began to tell me about his first meeting with Party A, saying that he paid great attention to the concept of time and won the respect of those foreigners. This detail also made me remember him especially among many interviewers. Later, I had little contact with him. But when I think of him occasionally, I always think of him. Because I arrived ten minutes early, I quickly extended the interview time and told me so many wonderful stories.

Seven years ago, I was pregnant with my daughter and went to work with a big belly all day. Once I received a mission to the front for an interview. Considering that it is inconvenient for me to take the bus, my careful colleague came up with an idea. I was in charge of drafting the interview outline, and he was in charge of the interview and then recorded it on tape. I'll tidy it up when I get back. In this way, we completed a long communication. After the article was published, I put it in the scrapbook. Although compared with other articles in this book, I always stay in this article for a while when I look through the scrapbooks, because every word of this article contains the gratitude of pregnant women.

Some time ago, I was sorting out the safe in my office, and I came across an article I wrote 16 years ago after my internship in an oil production plant. I hadn't used a computer at that time, and my articles were neatly written on grid paper. Because of this article, I remembered that I had lunch with those oil workers at the well site under the scorching sun, and I also remembered that I was walking on the patrol path with an oil woman at night. That kind of time is as precious to me as this handwritten article that has been preserved for more than ten years.

I locked my diary and that article in the safe again, because I will cherish them forever and cherish the experiences and stories in my life.

Chapter 4: You are around.

I don't know when I have you around, I feel that my life is much better, and I am used to being loved and cared for by you.

I've been feeling empty since I went to college. I found something that can enrich myself. I hope I can jump on it and not be bored. With you around, you can play. When you are not around, you can study those interesting things by yourself. Life is no longer boring. Although studying medicine is not something you care about very much, life will change your opinion. I know that if you don't hurry, there will be no chance for your junior year, so please support me.

I always like a song called "Persistence", which is the fault of time, so we can only miss it.

I don't know if it is, if it will be, if it will be, but I hope to live such a busy life and don't want to relax. I think this is enrichment. And you can learn a lot, that's good!

Love is reserved for those who know how to love themselves. This is not a one-way street. As much as you love, you have to pay! Pretty good!

I think it's ok to say I love you to my friends around me. With you, I learned to be strong, grow up and get better.

You are around, I am on the left, a little happy!

Chapter 5: Happiness is having you around.

Plato said: Without the language of love, all words are boring. -inscription

The night is so quiet and beautiful.

I remembered a lyric: I miss you and can't sleep. This is the taste of missing!

It was a rainy day in my memory, and I couldn't understand that inexplicable feeling. I always hear rain dripping in my ears. I can't forget your gentle expression,

Only our voices are left in the carriage, which is laughter. I've never felt this way before. The car is moving forward.

When the finish line comes, I don't know what happened to me. I don't want to be with you, watching your back turn left and right. ...

I really want to write the scene of your turn into my memory and make it an eternal picture. Then walk faster or slower with my youth.

Many times, I will sit at my desk, thinking about you and the little things between us!

And I remember every word you said, and I kept all the love about you in my heart. How much I cherish the days with you. Being with you is so relaxing and happy.

We have many hobbies, have the same views on some things, and there are always endless topics to talk about. When we looked at each other, it seemed that we had known each other for many years! The tacit understanding between us only increases, and the breath of happiness permeates around me. I know it's because of you I am the happiest person. I like whatever you like.

Zeng geometry used to hang up QQ early, look at your head flashing! I'm used to constantly browsing my space to see if there are any comments or messages for you. As long as your head flashes, I am so excited. Sometimes I look at your gray head and wonder what you are doing and how lost you are.

I like being invisible, I like being online for you alone,

I like you, I can't say why, but I am willing to stay with you all the time. No matter what storms I encounter in the future, I will never give up, just like that sentence, you and I will never leave, until forever.

Thank God for being kind to me and letting me know you! Know each other! Love each other! I will treat you well! Let you live happily in the future! Believe in yourself and believe in me. I will use my sincere heart to treat you as well as I can and give you a happy day. Even if I dream, you are still in my heart! Fold my thoughts into little stars and put them in the wishing bottle. May this moment, with blessings, gently fly to your pillow.

People say I will love you! All my life, two lives, n lives … or forever, but I just want to love you wholeheartedly once in my life! Dare not expect too much! I believe that love only exists in this life! I am the happiest person in the world every day that I can have you. As long as you are happy, it is my greatest happiness. .

I really believe now that those who miss angel wings can fly along the wall, cross the season and continue to walk through loneliness. Through the stranding of time and distance, I can meet you in the vast sea of people.

The Buddha said, what is in your heart, you can see it. Ever since you showed up. But I can't see the whole world in my eyes, only you. That kind of joy, that kind of mood, and the two constellations hidden in the beautiful star sky are you and me.

I can't tell you what it feels like to miss someone. Although you and I are separated, I miss you every day and hope to see you soon. ...

Look at the starry night sky. You see the brightest star is just like your tenderness.

You said the moon was beautiful, but you didn't know it. You are the most beautiful in my heart. Hum a song you like gently, and there will be a happy ending in the fairy tale, so we have been interpreting our love … these are just our only ones.