endless roses

Chapter 15
In the thunderous night, I didn't fall asleep. The rain was accidentally hit by the wind on the window and made a sound. Thinking that the clothes hanging outside were not taken back, I didn't want to get up, so I just leaned on it alone.

Let the thoughts float gently, suffocating the residual rain, time passed little by little, and gradually the rain fell on the ground and leaves, only a few slight noises from the balcony.

It's a romantic rap.The rain hits the plantains, and the heartstrings tap, which has its own rhythm.Mu Xin said that plantains under the scorching sun are intentionally green.After all, it is different from patina, it is the cause of the vitality that is unrestrained and free, and patina is an unwilling green, it is a last resort honed by the years. As for the banana leaves in the rain, there may be downstairs in the dormitory, so remember to pay attention.

There are metal rhymes, sometimes drooping.Maybe someone's metal basin was left on the balcony, or maybe it just slapped on the railing.At this moment, I really want to lie down and cry bitterly, but I haven't found a suitable reason for the time being.The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the middle-aged man listens to the rain in the boat, the rain is torrential, the sudden strong spring breeze, the wind and rain when the evening is intertwined, I just feel confused.

A few drops of rain converge in one place, like a small snowball formed by a few snowflakes in winter. I forgot that there has been less snow in the south of the Yangtze River in recent years.Last night, I went for a walk on the small wooden bridge in the middle of the lake in the school, and there was only one sentence in response: the heart is turbulent, and the cold moon is silent.Probably because of listening to Xu Ruyun's "One Man Show" and Wang Luobin's "One River", seeing these natural scenes, I always feel that their emotions seem to be absent.It was the young Jiang Kui who burst into tears after passing Yangzhou. When he first arrived in Yangzhou, he dismounted from his saddle and dismounted. His eyes were filled with the prosperity of the past, and he was only one year older. Looking back at this moment, his "present" has become "past", Yangzhou Dream is the "past" in the "past". These countless pasts constitute a plane belonging to the past. It takes too much effort to actively think about it, just waiting for the waves of memory to come by itself.

There is an article in Guofeng, the wind is violent at the end, Gu Wo laughs, Ji Lang laughs, the center is mourning, suddenly remembered.

With the raindrops of the storm, they are lingering, and the air is damp.There is a palace hidden under the dim tree.Three points are sleepy, and the rest are awake.

At night, it is very difficult to smile alone, every nerve is dragging downwards, so I am indifferent at the moment in the curtain.Haizi has a poem about the rain, he begged, the next rain washes his bones, dies immediately and meets the person who buried him.I have always felt that every rain will always take something away, quietly.For example, the grandfather who died on a rainy night, mine, is also Cuicui's; there is also the collapsed white pagoda, and the girl of tomorrow is chanting beside the white pagoda.

Morning rain?night rain?It is dawn now, and the dawn has not yet broken.

What's on my mind, last night my mother said that my grandma was seriously ill, maybe it was the last time.However, I don't care about this last aspect. If we talk about the friendship of the next generation, it hurts my heart every time I see my grandma hanging her head and ignoring her, like a piece of dead wood, thin and small.Her vitality and desire to live seem to have dried up many years ago, after decades of illness and the care of relatives. I am a grandchild, and she is just responding to some loving words such as "Meier came to see me" "Let me take some of this for you to eat" and "Drink milk or not".Having seen photos of her when she was young, perhaps, the ghost that belonged to her finally came back to find her after being lost in middle age.I asked my mother, which day would it be, she said she didn't know, and it would take a long time to go back by surprise.Seeing me silent for a long time, she probably felt indifferent, so she said, "Grandma should be fine, so don't come back when you are busy, take care of yourself."How can I not understand, but this doesn't seem to be on my mind, I have no people or things that I particularly care about.

In the afternoon, I watched a boring movie, Cabin in the Woods.The deepest impression is at the end of the film: the young ancient logician and the girl sit behind the stone, with dried blood stains and scars, smoking a shredded cigarette together, waiting for the old gods to invade the world.So, let human beings suffer a little bit, why not. "Sorry, I let you be attacked by werewolves and the world perished", "Humans, they should have seen it", "Yeah, that would make the weekend fun".My heart can't hold so many grand things. If something happens, it will probably be leaning against a wall somewhere, drunk with a lot of caffeine, and watching the fire burning in the distance.

When ready to pick up the ocarina, it's simpler than a guitar and portable.When you are sad, like this stormy night, blow your own song.

I was awake at night on the fifth floor, feeling a little lonely by myself.This rainy night, I can't sleep, the miss is so strong, but you are far away.

When the rain stopped, I heard the singing of birds; when the rain came, they were silent again.

(End of this chapter)