endless roses

Chapter 39
As the old saying goes, women who are virtuous don't look back when they walk, don't lift their lips when they speak, don't show their teeth when they smile, and don't swing their skirts when they walk.I can't do the same thing. When I see a handsome guy, I turn around and look at him with ninety-nine eyes. When the conversation opens, the dawn will turn into the dark night. When I smile, I will show my crooked teeth. I wear a skirt and get on a bicycle.

Walking in Sioux City, singing and dancing, the feet are also erratic.The skin is simple and unadorned, hesitant and sluggish, and there is no way to worry about it, and no one knows it.

Life is happy too.Watch fashion shows, test the history of makeup powder and lip gloss, and linger at the counters of department stores.Russia made small mountain eyebrows, embellished with snow on the cheeks.Tossing and turning among the blues buildings, catching the urban lake breeze, and returning home in the cold and windy night.

Who is he, the bandit.The name of asking, Mae, is the other shore where water and grass intersect.The night is quiet and the wind is quiet, a lake with a bright moon lightly rippling and a small boat passing away, it is an unreachable boundary.

As for the invisibility of the stars at present, and the splendor of the spring flowers yesterday, I feel the age, worry about it, worry about youth, and think about unthinkable human affairs.After a long time, I was also complacent, returning to Ning, returning to the basics and smiling.

In the dark of mid-spring, misty rain, squatting on a stool, learning how to make coffee by hand, I wrote this article.

(End of this chapter)