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Winter will be over

At that time, I said to myself, 'every life has a cold winter or two.' But maybe some people live in the subtropical zone and haven't even seen autumn. Or the real cold wave will arrive suddenly tomorrow and freeze me. Ah, I haven't lost weight yet. The fattest ice sculpture in history.

When I was at the end of my rope, I found a job: the money was too little to mention, and it was too far away. I found the bus on Baidu map. Later, I found that the bus had to go around in a big circle. In the afternoon with little sunshine and no warmth, I fastened all the buttons of my down jacket and went to take the bus through the snowy bridge hole on the Fourth Ring Road. It was close to the side like a yellow croaker. I often passed by a speeding tricycle and electric car. There should be traffic, but my memory is dead. Maybe I'm deaf, or my inner cry is too loud.

In the car, I slowly looked out of the window and saw a sign of "Zhouji rice noodles". I got out of the car.

It is the ground floor of the residential house facing the street. You have to go up a few steps. As soon as you enter the door, you will be filled with green leafy plants. Ordered a 'signature rice noodles', I even drank the soup, the heat flow bit by bit, spread all over my body, like a hand gently brushing my whole body. Not enough to give me a hand, but awesome enough for me to take a long ride.

In this way, every day, I come down here to eat a bowl of rice noodles. Sometimes it's the main meal, and a room full of people makes it more lively. Under the glass plate was pressed the well shaped blue grid tablecloth, and the landlady raised her voice to report the guest's order to the kitchen. My rice noodles came up and puffed on my face. It was the tongue kiss of food. I suddenly realized that I was hungry and my consciousness was awakened.

Once I was' hungry '. Ask but not, so simply don't ask -- don't despair that you can't afford. The real desire is hard.

But at the moment, the hot soup is in the mouth, and the rice noodles are like a group of children on the slide. The whole body whispers of satisfaction.

Even if I have nothing: my lover leaves me, my career is at a low ebb, and I am intertwined with the love and hate of the world. The future is a closed mouth. I long for it to spit out blessings and fear of hearing curses. But, can have a bowl of hot soup powder to eat, is happiness.

I read the menu again and again, and finally shouted: boss, add me an egg. It doesn't matter. Even if he answers' no fish balls, no rough noodles', I can still have beef brisket.

Holding chopsticks in my hand, I look like the prince transformed by magic in the Nutcracker, a little bit, starting from my fingertips and turning from a puppet into a flesh and blood body. Ah, it's good to be full.

Before I could become a regular customer, the company moved, and I haven't been to that store since. Recalling those days, like the last scene of the ocean, the shark with its wings cut off fell into the sea in silence and silence. It didn't move. It was only a little blood, and it was soon invisible in the sea.

Only it, vivid and colorful: green plants, flower tablecloths, the boss's soft southern accent, often put a song: "courage". And, in the cold world, a bowl of hot soup powder. In my winter, it is an island called 'spring'. Although I didn't thank it, it wasn't necessary -- I paid the money in good order.

To live, you only need sunshine, air, water and food. As long as you don't starve to death, winter will be over( Ye Qingcheng)