endless roses

Chapter 114 Because the sunset is beautiful
(One)
Wittgenstein: The mystery is not how the world is, but how it is.Alas, it is so.

(two)
I came here because I went to buy coffee in the evening and saw the setting sun reflected on the glass curtain wall of the building in the distance, so I drove to the International Center.I rode very fast, thinking of catching the last sunset by the lake and seeing it, so I rushed to it.However, it doesn't matter whether you can catch up, and enjoy the process of rushing.

The sky and the city in Half Moon Bay are a painting about the tidal flats. They are all floating in the water waves. I am a person standing on the edge of the tidal flats. In front of me is the lake where the sun has just set. From the back, it is probably a silhouette against the light.Silhouette of woman with large brim hat at sunset.

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Make a video call to an old friend and tell him directly, this is the sunset at Dushu Lake that you didn’t see last time, and now that you see it, it’s not a blank.It is just a lake, surrounded by the human world, but at this moment the distant border is like a small island that is approaching. It is not that the lake is in the center of the city, but that the city is in this blue sea and blue sky.There are several bright places, followed by the church, the International Finance Building, and a ray of light that has not faded away.

They are used to me, and they always talk about strange things suddenly, such as dreaming about someone in the class one day, so they find that classmate and tell me what I did in my dream the next day; Problems in the world, stop the teacher to talk about that beautiful regret after class the next day... I am like this, I have always been like this.It was the same with this person, although I hadn't said anything in three years, it was still a sudden, just because the scenery in front of me was beautiful, and someone said that I wanted to see it, it was something I remembered.

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On the return journey, I walked on the grass, and the grass was wet.Inadvertently stepping on a pond, I listened to his song "A Room with a View" and walked slowly towards the city.In the dark, stepping into a pond, besides the singing is the croaking of frogs, they are noisy, but I am silent.There is a pool of water in front, which is evenly divided into three places by the grass. The pool reflects the city, and they are the clear springs of this night.

The song goes to "flying over that white bird, awakening those who sleep on the journey", if there really is a rose that belongs to the future, if I really have tasted it in the past, then it will still seduce I move on.Rose, where is it?
Cicadas and frogs.Earthly music, they are rich, and I am rich.When the guitar sounds, it is not the piano that is being plucked, but my heartstrings.The lake breeze is clear and bright, and the sky is almost "blue", slightly purple.Someone lit a firework just before nightfall, and I heard them laughing as he and his girlfriend waved the two lights.So the hustle and bustle and stories of the distant city seem to be in their hands.

There is a strange light, moving in the clouds.I, spinning the key and stepping on the song, walked on the wet green grass, the grass was soft, and the wind did not blow the grass.I am in nature, in the city, by the lake, amidst the croaking of frogs, the sounds of nature are sometimes sparse and sometimes dense.

Maybe, maybe one day, there will be a room of my own, sitting by the window and looking at the scenery, a bird flies far away and lands on the telephone pole, and someone who walks by and disappears in the crowd, the scenery may not bring much Traces of people, facing nature and grass, in their own yard.

I am lonely, between heaven and earth, thinking of Zhong Lifeng's playing in the vlog, the camera focuses on the unbuttoned buttons of his cotton and linen jacket, when he sings "Fly", he kicks his feet, holds the guitar in his arms and works freely Swipe back on the chair.Fly, what a wonderful moment.If there is a future, I will definitely put a piano in my study, and start singing when I think of it. It is also so casual. There is a breeze on the lake, and my soul is making trouble.

Imagine that at a certain time, like this singer, I went to the vegetable market with a basket on my shoulders, and sang my own songs on the guitar. Frogs so that they can escape when disturbed.Stepping into the bright light, the little guys in the pool restrained a lot, and turned into a tentative cry.A small black shadow swaying by my feet, the water on my heels, or the little life that passed by?

It is very easy to think about some illusory things such as fate, soul, life, etc. by the lake, which is only separated by a meadow from the main street. Many moods are unspeakable, and I don’t know myself.

There is the moon!behind the cloud.

Clouds are good too!

I think of Teresa's care, baptizing Christians, pacifying Hindus, giving women water to drink, giving equal respect to every faith or no faith.She said: "Even if you're nice, people might still say you're selfish and ill-motivated, but be nice anyway.Even if people are jealous, destroyed, and don't understand, it still has to be so, because this "goodness" has nothing to do with you and others, but only with God.I don't believe in their God, and I don't know what mine is.She's compassionate, kind, she's a loving entity, the real thing, I'm ashamed of myself.

I read a book called "When Breath Becomes Air" a few years ago. Paul was a doctor and was terminally ill in his prime. He talked about life and death, society and human nature in his words. I forgot whether it was him or where he was before Some of the great doctors I have read in the documentary will tell the patients to believe in God when they are dying. It is also a bit like the role of priests in Western prisons and hospitals, who can save one and spread the gospel one by one.Teresa is different. If I say that those people only make me admire, she makes me moved.

The feelings seem to be too warm, but always look indifferent.This is easy to understand. If there is too much noise, the center of gravity will be lost, so the hustle and bustle is like silence.I suddenly realized something, the reason why I couldn't write a poem was because there was no scene with more intense narration.I don't have the courage and passion to say love to someone or something.As the night darkened, the light of the International Finance Building rose slowly, filling a commercial container with golden energy.I love gentle nature, but also its violence and magnificence, but I don't want to be in it, just to watch

The bicycle is still under a tree, and the electric car next to it was still under the tree next to it.

I drove along the lawn, with the lake on the right, through clumps of grass, groups of people, lights and trees retreating rhythmically.It disappeared into the dense forest of banks and securities companies.Dominoes, yes, I think of that, to describe those tall buildings.

Uninhibited, I have a heart that is difficult to be disciplined, eager to put it down, but I can't bear to immediately obliterate the strange colors passing by in the sky today, it is a laser projected by someone in the distance.In the distance, he uses clouds as a curtain, who is he?In a high-rise apartment, playing against a ray of darkness in the sky, three people walking at night watching together, what they are watching and what they are watching are the scenery.

Who am I in sight?I don't know when I will find peace.Sitting at my desk by the window one day, I laughed at the thought of being alone: ​​that was a long time ago.Then walk by and kiss my lover, and go for a walk. In "Time and Temperament", he said that for a person who understands the impermanence of the world and cherishes life experience, any good thing will exist forever as long as it has existed.This is also my attitude and life, if it happens, it’s fine, no more, and I dare not be willing to demand too much.I don't want to start casually, I only want to cherish what is worth cherishing.I'm still throwing the key, it's free.What to do if you get rid of it, just get rid of it.

A few pedestrians stopped and made noise, not knowing whether they were waiting to take pictures or talking about the three haystacks.Why do we say haystacks, because that pile is really different, like a beast with a white bowl-like eye on it, and it is clearly three haystacks.Regarding people's comments, I can't hear clearly, I don't care about the content, I'm listening to songs.

The moonlight is bright, it is a half moon, but the halo outside it is a full circle of rainbow.The rainbow in the sky is shattered in the ponds by the lake and in the windows of mansions. Whose dream is it wandering?The light in the clouds continues, perhaps from a bored and lonely person.When I passed by, the cicadas were not as angry as before, so silence came.The song played the minor tune of "A Room with a View", which was soft, comfortable, and sad, so I rode the slight s route, feeling that I was so beautiful and artificial.At this moment, a stranger was sitting between the wet grass and the dry grass.

A white loose-fitting dress with a pink sequin skirt. My eyes are at the end of her skirt, so beautiful.The back of the city reflects the golden light.I support it as "the side close to the sky", because the left side is a group of buildings, and the right side has a wide view, so it is the sky.

Sunsets and sunsets are to the northwest. Side B, for B, it is no longer north, it can be the north, it can be the back, it can be the second side of A and B, so the second side of the city is the warmth and comfort given to me by the sun at this moment?

I want to go there, because the sunset is beautiful.

(End of this chapter)