Days of Displacement

I went to Shaanxi on June 28, 2014. By the time the Spring Festival of 2016 approached, I had been away from home for more than half a year. For more than a year, I have been spinning around like a robot every day in order to run for "money", basically cutting off reading and writing. I came back on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. Visiting relatives and friends is still a busy thing. Even if I have some free time at home, my wife yells at me and loses my freedom. It was late at night, my wife was asleep, and in the silent night, I finally became a free man. Sit in front of the computer and type into words what I have seen and felt in the past six months: the words may be stinky, but the feelings are very real. Anyway, it deserves a name, so I'll call it: "The Days of Displacement"