Stretch out from the past years

　　Stretch out from the past years

　　Author/Sun Shuheng

　　one

　　We are all too optimistic. When we enter the food court,

　　So many restaurants are left out in the cold, and food is the sky for the people, which is also the sky for restaurants.

　　How many empty tables are there in that restaurant?

　　It's not that it's rainy in summer and how many fireworks have been extinguished. No, it's that the landlord doesn't have much surplus food.

　　Only the "Naiman family" with nostalgia has approached, which makes people shine at the moment and warm their hearts.

　　And the boss is too lonely, carrying this "Naiman" brand for many years.

　　Just like during the epidemic, when the door was isolated and closed, someone knocked on the door boldly and smelled the fragrance of hometown dishes.

　　Have the same preferences and likes, and every encounter is old, with a sense of hierarchy in the eyes.

　　Two

　　In the supermarket in the food street, I saw the shopkeeper reading in the corner.

　　It's depressing to think of the noisy supermarkets in the city.

　　I have been thinking about this for many years.

　　At this moment, I know what it means to have,

　　Even if you don't have gold, you have such a quiet and quiet day.

　　Being with people in the food court every day, the secret of challenge, struggle and breakthrough,

　　Standing in a bright doorway,

　　There are so many shop doors open and so many stereos singing.

　　Like the barbecue corridor, it is more prosperous in the wind.

　　Lean back and don't say a word.

　　three

　　Walk with your brothers on the road of getting old, and take happiness as your motto.

　　Because life has long since escaped the day when bungalows were covered with tiles,

　　A handful of weeds broken by the autumn wind in the hut is only the swaying flag that shakes and shakes across the river in my hometown.

　　Modest happiness has drowned difficult memories, rusted and locked, and after crossing so many bridges.

　　In the way of bowing, in the face of vanity feast, silent.

　　It is better to sit in Naiman's house every time, so practical and peaceful, and call with a glass of wine.

　　If you bow lower, with a pair of compassionate feelings, fortunately, there is no trace of conscience in your heart.

　　How many people do I smell the same in this new city?

　　(Author's file: Sun Shuheng, pen name Perseverance, Naiman Banner, Inner Mongolia, member of China Financial Writers Association, member of China Prose Association, member of Inner Mongolia Writers Association, member of Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, member of Western Prose Society)