Valentine's Day alone

I do not know since when, all kinds of festivals have been hyped by businesses, and there are more and more bizarre festivals. The myth of Cowherd and Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge meeting has also been packaged as Chinese Valentine's Day Qixi Festival Valentine's Day. It attracts the imagination of single people who are in love. People in love are sticky, and single men and women are secretly sad.

This Qixi Festival, my lover is thousands of miles away, so I should belong to the kind of lovesickness. But I can hide in the window of Cowherd and Weaver Girl's tears, make an appointment with my lover, and listen to the thoughts of the distance. Or make an appointment with an affectionate person, put the wine in the wind, talk to each other, and drink slowly, which is also very pleasant. Or take your son to a big dinner and force him to treat him. It's nice to think about it. Http://www.sanwenzx.com/ is not, this Valentine's Day, I want to spend by myself. Do not let anyone disturb, the lover is busy, the lover is someone else's, the son also has his own space. I don't want anyone, just me. In fact, a person alone, freer, richer, more stoic.

Pour a glass of wine, turn off the Internet, turn on the music, sit in front of the window and watch the raindrops pass by quickly or slowly, ticking on the red brick, plastic and iron in the courtyard, making different sounds, like a symphony. Do not want to work, do not want feelings, do not want the past, do not want to tomorrow, do not want to be happy and hurt, do not want anything. Red lips kiss red wine, let the mind blur up, empty up. It's comfortable!

A gust of wind blew outside the window, one drop or two drops of rain hit my face, I was afraid of the cold, I could not help but have a cold war. He took his coat and put it over his shoulder and hugged himself subconsciously with his arms. Bite your lip and promise not to cry today.

In this way, he stood blankly leaning against the door for an hour, unconsciously for two hours, sleepy, sleeping with clothes, with light rain and red wine, still empty in his sleep. It is estimated that when I wake up, this blank Qixi Festival will pass, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl is still far away, and I will walk into the complicated life again.

Think about how good this alone Valentine's Day is!

Author: drifting snow