endless roses

Chapter 28 Philosophy's Bicycle

I went to the library to return the book at night, and borrowed two more, one "Philosophy in the Garden", the cover is really beautiful, and the other "Critical Thinking", which looks boring, but there is a classmate in it that has turned yellow The practice questions on the cloud, "Croatia", "relativism", "Is it possible for an individual to belong to more than one cultural group?" Although the words are not good-looking, the idea is very interesting.

Then I drove out of the school for a drive. All the way, my thoughts were just suspended, without a foothold, and I frowned habitually, just like walking in ordinary times.Today is a bit different. I couldn't help looking around near the university next door, hoping to find one or two stalls selling strawberries.

Last night, when the market was gone, an aunt set up a small stall to sell strawberries. It was very cold at that time, and there were still a few of them. It was harvest time.She yelled, "Close the stall right away. There are still these left. Take the 13 yuan and I will go back early." In fact, there are a lot left, and there is only so much that can be loaded in the car. It can be seen that the business is not very good, and I am a little helpless.At that time, my mobile phone was out of battery and I had no cash. I stopped one or two meters away from her and wanted to say: I don’t have enough money today. I’ll come tomorrow.I went around again at the same time today, but I didn't meet him.

At the east gate of the school, as usual, there are many snack carts gathered, fried small potatoes, wrapped tofu, grilled cold noodles, hot dry noodles... and the students who walked through it. I was one of them in high school. The happiness of supper .They are very fragrant, and the business is not bad, but there is no one who wanted to go home early yesterday.

The new dress has arrived. It was mailed from the UK and traveled across half the world to come to me.The size over there is too big. I chose it according to the recommendation. The big Xiao Su wore the S size for the first time.Xiao Tang said that there is an idyllic style, and the real thing is not old-fashioned, so he kept it. Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly felt that he was a bit like a European woman during World War II.Another heart-wrenching British dress was erased from the heart, and a pink plaid French dress was temporarily placed at the forefront.

It’s better to be free. On Saturday afternoon, I shook the car key and hummed the song I improvised at that time, but using the bicycle as the carrier, it was also a walk.Now there are a few words to remember:
Young and thin in spring clothes/smile with dimples/spring breeze caresses my cheeks/peach blossoms are also lightly drunk

...The latter, I haven't thought about it, if Tang Ji returns to Yangzhou, he can change a sentence like "I'm so happy when you came to Suzhou City recently".

He sang very casually. Although he had learned musical instruments for a while, he still couldn't use notation and couldn't write those few tones.

Thinking of Xue'er's unanswered letter, I read it and finished it. There were only a few words, but I was very happy, and I threw it into the mailbox at Xietang.Going so far just wants to blow the wind all the way, like taking a walk, but it is just a philosophical bicycle, driving through traffic and crowds, and playing one movie after another in my mind.

Blow the wind across the lake and listen to the waves of the lake beating against the rocks on the shore.A middle-aged man walked among the stones with cheerful footsteps like a child, running from one stone to another, and back and forth like this, I was even a little relieved at that time.

The police station at the corner is called "Shuishang Police Station". It has a cute name, and it is a lake-view room with a garden style; its name cannot be seen on the brackets on the nearby bridge, and its style is very similar to the nun's hat on the cover of "The Handmaid's Tale"; In the pink and purple peach blossom forest, there is a pure white one, and in the dark brown maple bushes, there is a fiery red one. My eyes swept aimlessly like this, spent a boring afternoon, and went back to read.

(End of this chapter)