endless roses

Chapter 107
(One)
When dawn comes, I stand on the balcony and see the mist and road in Sioux City.It suddenly occurred to me how long I hadn't seen dew.I pushed open the door, not looking for dew, but just stood there, silent, listening to the song of the birds in the morning.

(two)
He in the morning, you are so noisy.I didn't go, I know.

(three)
Connie the rabbit smiled shyly on the mouse, her pink blush on Dabing's face, like two pink clouds.

(four)
There is no sadness at the moment, such as returning home late that day, I suddenly thought on the small bridge that loneliness should be used for enjoyment.Before the morning glow arrives, at the setting sun and the firelight, the singing of birds.The building over there is hidden in the tree, and the tree is hidden in the dawn.

(Fives)
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la~ It was dawn and I took a bath.At the same time endure the tedium of admiring these things to be observed.They make my heart beat, make me feel cute, and feel tired.

(six)
The poet jumped onto the pond and stepped on the small wooden bridge.Looking at the dark lotus in the pond, I felt a little sympathy for them. You guys are so noisy, but June is almost halfway, let's continue to grow well.

(Seven)
The flames faded, and the mist faded the color of the city.

(Eight)
life, it's okay.How you live, matters.

(nine)
Tired birds, morning dew, fatigue, lake waves, non-existent sunrise, wind, skirt.The unreal sunrise, I imagine, see it rise on the other side of the lake, even if it doesn't exist, it will rise.

Petals flew down in the rain, and I stepped over oleander flowers, all white.

(ten)
How long do I have left?One day, I will go far away.Going to sink in the distance, how long will it take to board that car?A car that will not make me dizzy, go to a real destination in space, or a real place of fugue that is not in space.

To spread the gospel that I don't believe in, like Teresa, she lost herself, she comforted people's hearts.Or not to spread, the gospel is just a blessing, wishful thinking, do not want people or things to be forced to accept.It doesn't even need a specific object, a cavity of virtual happiness and sorrow is thrown into the sky and scattered everywhere.As the wind swayed past, it might get stuck on someone's hat brim or collar, it might hit a small animal, and there might not be another gust of wind responding to me. They might still be flying, and they might land in the stinky ditch. The important thing is: toss.

No matter what the content is, serious or joyous, there is a kind of comforting joy in being unhindered.This is my understanding of the expression, which is more capricious.

(eleven)
Hold my nose in the shower and let the water hit my face.It suddenly occurred to me that I don’t need twelve suitcases to go to a distant place, but only a pen, so I can travel lightly.Poems can be written on the lining of clothes, on the arms covered by sleeves, and if that counts as poetry, I'll be happy.

Then, happy Dragon Boat Festival!Remember to make good food!

(twelve)
So, which kind of life is the best?

(Thirteen)
When I came back from the outside in the morning, I sat quietly and heard the sound of the municipal works building the subway.After a while of exhaustion, I lay down on the table to rest, tears fell one by one, and I felt relieved.It's been a long time since I shed tears, I don't remember, are you sad, not sad, I am very happy, but also very heartbroken.

Complicated emotions mingled, and it fell straight to the knees with smaller splashes.I thought of the egrets on the lawn I saw when I first came to school. I seemed to tell my friends about it yesterday. I thought that last night was very dull, and I was sweating when I came back.Maybe, a certain mechanism was triggered yesterday. I don’t know how long I haven’t spoken like this. My throat hurts when I talk about it. It’s all trivial things, starting from language...

(fourteen)
The small acne between the eyebrows was scarred, and it was accidentally broken, and it officially advanced into a cinnabar mole.

(fifteen)
Waking up in the morning, taking a walk, and the sound of birds.

Late night of June 6th, and morning of the 14th
(End of this chapter)