endless roses

Chapter 136 The Whimpering End of the City

Going downstairs for a run, I only changed into a sweatshirt, without the access card and key, so I went into battle lightly.The yellow and white one happened to be passing by, and I had a few words with the little guy, and it probably slipped into the women's dormitory at night to spend the night.One person and one cat walked slowly to the door, waiting for some kind person who came downstairs to open the door for us.It never thought that this person didn't bring the card, and there was a trace of helplessness in his small eyes, and he lay down and began to groom his hair.The yellow and white cats are a bit fat. The garden cat is still fat with a small skeleton, but its belly is rolling. If it is not a campus cat, I would really think it is a pregnant female cat. I thought it was a boy until a certain month ago. One noon, I happened to see it shaking its buttocks downstairs in the dormitory, leaving a pool of urine that slowly flowed and hit the wall, so I knew it was a brat.But it's really fat, with big breasts and fat buttocks, I'm watching it at the door right now, during the holidays, plus it's not until six o'clock, everyone is probably asleep, the little guy is also a little bored, so I hold his little hands It started to gnaw its claws, then licked Yuanyuan's belly and its own chest, and then looked up at Xiaosu, okay, everyone is not embarrassed, it's okay, you can continue.

It's better to go upstairs and bring the key and card. It's not good to wait all the time. It's not convenient if the roommate goes out when you come back.Going to the door again, I saw that the sunlight at the end of the corridor was very good. Two of the eight overhead lights in front of me were not on, and six were reflected on the clean tiles. The window sills and corridors over there were immersed in golden sunlight. The quadrangle to put the door in is bright.Suddenly I thought of the golden color of Borges’ tiger. He seemed to have said that he could not write such a thing about tigers, but he was cast aside from the heroic fate, and he did create many dream tigers, at least in the hearts of readers like me.The tiger, the big cat, and the big fat cat downstairs were gone when I went back. I was carrying a small bag, and the access control card was placed on the side of the bag, so I only needed to turn the bag around to open the door without taking it out.I brought a pen, a blue A6 booklet, keys and a Walkman, and went to continue the long run.

The morning light was very good, and I suddenly thought of going for a walk by the lake. I remembered that the left is east and the right is west. If I go to the lake and the sun just rises behind me, it will be hot again by then, and I will be sweating profusely when I walk back. It was worth it, so I decided to buy breakfast.A custard bun, a cup of knowledge, the cheese that made me fat and filling, is still delicious.In the early morning, there is mist and few people. There is a kind of coolness that you can feel is about to disappear. The rising heat is foolishly testing.

The first song of Walking Together: Smoking Woman, a song for the album Bar Music Story.I'm moving forward on the runway with no one, it sings: there is a woman at the end of the sobbing city, the lyrics are actually "the streets of the city at midnight", but the misunderstood words are more beautiful, so next time I want to write a sobbing city poem.Continue to sing, that is a smoking woman, no one knows where she came from, and she does not need anyone's care, speaking of rebellion, I am a drinking woman, sometimes I go with songs on the road, a passerby who walks in a hurry Also won't notice me.In the Soviet minor tune, the steps are forward, the bushes and trees on both sides are backward, the lake is spinning, I am running, the smoking woman is lifted by the passing vehicle, and I am confused on the fixed runway.Smoking woman, if you have a wish, if you really have a beautiful soul, do you want to keep these things in your own collection?La la la~ There is the melody of the prairie, there is a sad sigh, the night wind can blow away her sorrow, she does not say a word, she breathes out a cloud silently, the thoughts are filled with the smoke, what about me, what should I do?

Drunk puzzled really sad.I definitely won't get drunk outside, the low-alcohol wine will be suffocated while walking on the road, and the higher-alcohol wine will be taken to the room to drink. It's very casual, like drinking tea, sometimes it can make people feel sick Get tired early so you don't have to lose sleep, which, I admit, is not a good drink.Sometimes, I enjoy the feeling of stopping thinking. Naturally, I close the door of my heart so that nothing can flow in, but it is very difficult, and occasionally I need to use a little external object.But now that I quit, I won’t touch it anymore, but I can’t do without coffee, I need a little bitterness to calm myself down.

There seems to be someone stopping by the small river in the inner circle of the south, and when they get closer, they find that it is just the trunk of a weeping willow.It's not a person, it's a willow, but it really looks like it, so it's still only me who is here in the morning.In front is the second pavilion in the middle of the lake, with vines wrapped around the white frame, and the bluestone slabs on both sides are not in the grass, although they have been beaten by rain, they are already suitable for walking.It is very similar to the wisteria flower corridor that I used to stroll with my friends when I was a boy. I think of that girl, and I think of the wisteria flower seeds that were dug in the cracks of the floor tiles with a small ruler, and the daily walks and companionship with her. She is a splendid girl, as it was in the past, this image is frozen in my heart, and every time I recall it, it only ferments to the beautiful side, and every time I say goodbye, I always watch her until I see her.

Under the shade of the trees, a group of birds are whispering, and the noisy gray-feathered ducks and big white geese are making noise by the campus lake in the early morning.I didn't bother to take care of them, and ran over without even saying "嘬嘬嘬". I was already sweating a little, and I didn't know when I played "Naimaya". The happy days are gone, and the topic of love is no longer mentioned. Do you know that there is a man with an empty chest, no abs and no dreams, who only talks about you, "Hey, Naimaya, oh, Naimaya ", this guy can only talk about love, and his mouth is full of gypsy skewers, please go to your distant girl, row over, oh, blue traveler, it's another girl.

Walking out of the book, "panic surprises, flickering riddles, hesitant dance steps, going backwards", he, whose heart was broken again, who fell in love with him again, she became a word, she cried in the past Like rain, I listened to other people's stories, sweating in the morning.Favorite sentence: "Tears are real, she is fake; she is fake, but tears are real".You have to believe that she loves you, and at the same time believe that she will leave. This is not a conflict. The abundance of any rich soul must have a side that can be predicted but cannot be prevented.However, the allusion to the heart of Moyuta has not yet been found.

He said: music is a wife, literature is an affair, a luxurious lover, both are loved, but the way of love is different.I like his individual sentences, such as sending a book of plants to a lover instead of poetry in "I Love You", to explain the difference between rice and weeds, and to tell about the spring of a weed.When I was very young, I met it in an article somewhere, so I would recite the sentence "Let a weed get the fate of a weed", which was also used in the composition. At that time, I vaguely realized the insignificance of human beings; Shuri's "My little baby, my little baby. I saw someone jump off the Yellow Crane Tower and disappeared without a trace like a bird." lust", "What you want is more than just saying I love you", jumping down from a high building, flying, and then everything related to oneself disappears, leaving behind the faded, former body, so suddenly, so gentle; The beginning of Black Bird's song: "Walking on a journey and forgetting to walk, indulging in books and forgetting books".How similar, am I like this? In the two dreams, I forgot the reality, forgot, who is the dream; the lonely song in the wheat field, the blackbird circled happily, singing, what is it singing, It is life, it is love, it is the wounded earth, it is the four seasons, it is journeys and mistakes, it comes from a very far place, and it will leave this city... My taste is very mixed, and I am very picky. Compared with literature, I am I prefer the feelings of treachery, magnificence or elegance, softness or clarity. I am not limited to any form, but only look at a certain fragment of a specific work. This is the case for literature, songs, and people.

The next song is Autumn Sakura. "The pink autumn cherry blossoms are swaying in the dull autumn sun", tomorrow someone puts on a wedding dress, tomorrow someone cries, the cherry blossoms fall one after another, she bids farewell to her mother, I think of Kawabata Yasunari's pomegranate, Kimiko and the sadness of the Izu dancer , Japanese literature seems to reveal something like this, Momoe Yamaguchi bit her lip, and her mother said, "Take care of yourself", she sat beside her, swallowed thousands of words, and felt the tenderness in the silence He Chunfeng, sometimes I talk a lot, but I am always silent, and it seems that I have never said anything, Wadaxi Nun, Sai Yinannai~ Your heart is so beautiful~ Bring me infinite warmth~ Zhong Kai "Blood Coagulation" is based on another song "Thank You My Lover" by Momoe Yamaguchi.

"The Farewell Station", I treasure it dearly, there is nothing to say about the future, so my heart is messy and tears are flooding.The singer's voice is clear and sad, and every time he reaches the repetition of words, there is even a childish murmur, which makes people lower their eyes to listen carefully to what he said.

"Fly", flying up to the clouds, falling from the sky full of stars, going to the ground to pick the red roses, who to give the roses to, I don't know, Vietra said that she has missed it, so let's miss it, at least, when she saw that cute boy , the garden is full of flowers, she has been happy, that's not enough.

I'm just a little pessimistic, thinking that any story is just a tumbling burst of water, which will stop after a while, as if nothing happened.I don't want to experience loss, it's not that I can't bear it, it's just that I don't want to, so I simply gave up my grasp and pursuit.Since the ending will not change, let's enjoy the process of life, experience, is a good excuse, it gives me a purpose, and there are many wonderful things to appreciate.I need a purpose, even if it is deliberate, at least there is.

I am so tired from running, so I went to the family to buy a cup of latte and a milk meal bag. The combination package is very favorable, and the meal bag sandwich is delicious

some morning
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