Chapter 2273 Not vulgar but not thin, braised pork with bamboo shoots
The breath of autumn has arrived quietly, and the temperature is no longer as hot as in the past. Many uncontrollable boredoms seem to be buried in the gaps of the changing seasons, adding only a little sadness.
In the early autumn night, the moon is bright and the wind is calm, and the coolness slowly passes through the bamboo forest and hits the whole body; the lights in the distance are dim and sleepy, and the stars are bright in the velvet sky, which is really like an illusion.
The moonlight turned into trickling springs flowing in the city, the thin mist floated and swirled like a gauze, the sycamore trees were whispered by the breeze, but the hazy street corners were still noisy.
The gravel path is hidden in the shadow of the trees, sometimes going straight forward, sometimes twisting and turning, with fallen petals covering the ground, carrying a faint fragrance, exuding wisps of unwillingness.
The night is as cold as water, soaking everything. Unknown insects hide in the grass and whisper, their voices are intermittent and occasionally vibrato.
The flower pavilion is still the same, and Boom and his party of seven are sitting in the courtyard talking, and the occasional laughter disturbs this quiet picture.
An ordinary smiling face walked into the sea of flowers, and an ordinary greeting lingered in his ears. The ordinary Boom greeted him with a smiling face, and saw him arriving in front of the bonfire. The conversation on the stone table was still going on, but Rikka had already prepared it.
A good meal is on the table, a few rays of moonlight shine between the eyebrows, and the fish in the pond are making waves.
Most of the time, we would rather care about a crappy opera singer or what he eats, drinks, or eats, than bother to understand the vast inner world of an ordinary person.
Because ordinary people’s efforts are often counterproductive, but those chosen by God can do it casually, which is also a great achievement.
Vice versa, when ordinary people do wrong things, they are unforgivable, but when it comes to the chosen one, they become "one can correct their mistakes, and there is no great good".
No matter what we think, the world is often so superficial. Ordinary people are like the green leaves on the tree. The meaning of existence is just to protect the beauty of the flowers. However, the green leaves are just green leaves after all. Even if they are indispensable, they are often
But still no one cares.
We are just ordinary people, so we cannot be perfect; we are only ordinary people, so we are often in the jungle of thorns.
We are just ordinary people, so sometimes we have difficulty in making excuses; we are only ordinary people, so we will not treat our friends viciously unless the other party talks with us first; we are only ordinary people, so we cannot make everyone like us.
We are just ordinary people. When we meet the woman we love, we will pursue it without asking for anything in return, but the result is often embarrassing. We are just ordinary people, and commuting to and from get off work every day is inevitable before our hair turns gray, but in the end we are forced to abdicate in favor of others.
We are just ordinary people, our wives are mediocre in appearance, our children are even less talented and educated, and we are full of resentment in our narrow room; we are just ordinary people, we have never been rich or noble, we are crowded, and we are burdened with debts.
We are just ordinary people, and we also worry that one day we will get some terminal disease, turn around, and die, never to see each other again.
The complaints we usually hear the most are not about frustrations, but gossip about life. It is like a huge net. The more you stand up to resist, the tighter it becomes.
Therefore, we gradually attribute all this to the regret of fate: we obviously work so hard, but the results are mostly unsatisfactory.
In this impetuous age, our ears are filled with the sounds of Pushang all the time. In real life, the distance between people is so close, so subconscious competition is inevitable.
But if things go on like this, many people who are pretentious have become discouraged, and many high-spirited people have been squeezed into suffering.
As a result, we care more and more about our own value, and even become boastful, just like the ancient ferocious beast that has been dormant for more than a hundred years. It should have started a new round of struggle, but it stopped moving forward and regarded all achievements as the coronation of a new king.
But few people will admit that the so-called rise only provides more means to bid farewell to mediocrity and expands the pattern of knowing people and judging the world.
However, instead of being able to master its charm and achieve unique achievements, some people are willing to degenerate and live in peace. Not only do they suffer from literary diseases, they cannot escape the fate of being old for the rest of their lives.
Sometimes we feel that we are very ordinary, just an ordinary person, or after a lot of jumping up and down, we are just a special ordinary person, and even if we are slightly unbearable, we may become the kind of ordinary person we hate the most.
We eat the same food and do the same chores every day. Some people can accept it happily, but some people are on pins and needles.
Our sense of happiness sometimes comes from a lyric that suddenly comes to mind, or a dialogue that brings tears to our eyes, or even a notepad that we haven't looked at for many years.
We staggered forward and looked ahead, struggling desperately for so many years, but in the end we ended up wearing brocade robes, standing in the market with dignity, writing hard from nine to five, with nothing to worry about except numbness.
We live in a rough era, and only by showing our talents can we settle down and live a happy life. After all, everyone has to face the ups and downs and setbacks in the workplace, as well as the unpredictability and changes in life.
Everyone has a lot of troubles in their heart, but they still put on a smile and deal with it indifferently. All the hardships are full of profound meaning. The only difference is that some people try their best and some stop moving forward. Just like ordinary people just want to waste their time.
, while talented people try to make the most of their time.
But the reality is that the helplessness is like this. For ordinary people, drifting with the crowd is the ultimate fate of most people. Because we are just ordinary people, not all reasonable and beautiful things can exist or be realized according to our own expectations.
We will cry bitterly when we are sad, we will be hysterical when we are wronged, our days of mediocrity are full of setbacks, and our lives of muddling along are full of thorns.
A better life means more unbearable hardships. The world is fair, and we must give something in return for what we ask for.
Ordinary people’s days are like a record that we play again every day. Whether we like it or not, the melody is like the shadow of the moon flowing over the window sill and the river surrounding the countryside. The charm is like the lazy afternoon of late summer, when the wheels squeak against the road.
Squeaking, day after day, year after year.
I once heard that wise people discuss ideas, ordinary people discuss events, and villains discuss others. But the reality is that wise people are full of empty talk, ordinary people are short of ambition, and villains are indifferent.
Ordinary people like us have simple desires, joys, anger, sorrows, and joys. Although our lives are dull, we are calm and calm.
I once thought that after going to school for a few years, reading a few books, and having a little understanding of the world, I would be different; I once thought that after working for a few years, getting promoted and getting a salary increase, I didn't care about the achievements of others.
, it’s different.
I used to think that I was different because I could see through people's hearts, be worldly and experienced, and have a strong dislike for clichés; I used to think that I could emerge from the mire but not be stained, wash my hands without being evil, and be extremely tired of those who pursue fame and fortune.
It was different. But in the end, it ended up being mediocre and unremarkable. It was ordinary and unremarkable, but also ambitious.
The world is a stage, and everyone likes to show off in the spotlight, so fighting for it by any means is common.
But in a corner of darkness, there are also people dancing gracefully. They are like flowers blooming in the darkness, absorbing only a little bit of light, and then blooming to the world.
On this day, the frost giant Eluruyeli, the giant whale Nilesa, the phosphorescent beetle Selene, the North Sea monster Vladimir, and the giant wolf Forresta...
Five ancient beasts of the new generation set out for Flowing Light City, the Land of Shadows, but they could only go alone, not daring to rely on any protection, and finally gathered in the flower pavilion.
Rikka talked about how powerful the laws of nature are and how they treat everyone equally, saying that as long as they don't disturb Huating, as long as they bow to themselves, they can leave safely, otherwise they will perish.
The five ancient ferocious beasts of the new generation bowed and saluted, and then a grand dinner was held in the flower pavilion. During the banquet, Rikka presented tens of thousands of dragon crystals to the ancient ferocious beasts of the past generation, saying that they can come at any time if they wish.
Soup house.
As for the giant wolf Foresta, who had gone out to make friends with him, and the other second generations of ancient ferocious beasts, they all bowed and saluted, not daring to make any mistakes.