endless roses

Chapter 58

It’s just the dream and beauty of a certain period of time, it’s the state of mind of a certain period of time, no modification, no explanation, some previous words:
(One)
New discovery: Make a cup of strong coffee, put it in a cup, seal it for a few days and then open it, you can get the smell of socks.

(two)
I understand the reason for the sad smile, the eyes are silent, the mouth is open, very sincere.

(three)
The lipstick was on my teeth again, and the lipstick was on the corners of my mouth again. Looking at myself in the square mirror, I felt so stupid and pitiful.

(four)
In the story, this God and that God, they don't know each other, they are friends.

(Fives)
First time eating jackfruit, chewed with the seeds, swallowed, not very bad.

(six)
There was a bouquet of flowers in the trash can. I took out a few white roses and put them in the book to make specimens. Later, both the flowers and the book were moldy.

(Seven)
A small insect crawled to the foot.Stepped over.

sorry!I'm guilty, don't get hurt!
It got up tremblingly and fled, and I was very relieved.

(Eight)
How long has it been since I was so illuminated by the moon that I couldn't fall asleep, that night in my hometown more than ten years ago, listening to my grandmother's breathing.The chirping of cicadas, the dazzling moon, the window screens and geckos, the dust suspended in the sun every morning.

(nine)
I have never said a word of love to anyone. It is quite frustrating and I can't say it.Because I don't have it myself, what I said was more or less profane.Freud's "repression"?
(ten)
I can always, look straight at the sun, so still a child at heart?

(eleven)
She fell in love with a musician, didn't return late at night, and finally replied to me that it was okay.I asked, "How can I prove it's you?" She said, "I'll stab you to death." Well, it's her.

(twelve)
Winking, then close your eyes to look at the nerve cells, in the sun, it's like seeing a kaleidoscope.

(Thirteen)
Staring at a point, even if it is very close to it, if you look over it, your eyeballs will vibrate slightly.The shift of focus is never parallel, only jumping.

(fourteen)
To eat snow in winter and ice cream in summer.

(fifteen)
I bid farewell to several people in my dream.Acquaintance for a short time, acquaintance for a short time, and then never meet again.

(sixteen)
There are a lot of flowers in the periodical reading room, which is very beautiful in the sunniest window.

(Seventeen)
I picked up the little goldfish from the container, but the door couldn't be closed, the one on the left and the one on the right were difficult, one was the past and the other was a story.

(eighteen)
Beautiful butterfly, just fly. If you are close, you will only be a caterpillar, but you will be beautiful in the distance.

(nineteen)
I have made a decision sincerely and deeply.Five days later, the decision didn't count, and I backed out.

(twenty)
Under the dangerous building in the dream, looking down at the lost land, resting your chin on your hands and thinking about strange things.

(21)
I had a picnic with my friends by the lake, the sun was setting and the sky was getting colder. At that time, there was youth on the yellow checked tablecloth.

(22)
In my dream, a cat without a tail and a cat with a tail, they are playing jelly beans, which are jellybeans.

(23)
I just saw the moon, walking out of an abandoned palace with a blue-green sofa on my back.

(24)
After taking a break at noon, I walked to the road on a rainy night, and the raindrops under a power line were electrified, which burned my hands into white spots.I felt pain, but wanted to find out the exact location, so I put my hand there and tested it back and forth, and four wounds were burned.

(25)
The bottom of the thermos has been uneven for a long time, and I have put up with it.I found out later that all it takes is a slight twist.

(26)
As I said, I don't deny the state of mind, and the things at that time will stay in the years that belong to it.

(27)
Tom was sick, and he was content with being sick, and he was in it.

(28)
Today, there is still a little love and a little regret, and my heart is a piece of wasteland.

(29)
A dream in May: Everything happened, and you still told me about the life there, as if tacitly acquiescing that there is no ending between us, and so am I.A house in the mountains, a book shining with golden light.The eight characters I extracted from the poem, but someone added two pictures to make ten characters, so all the stories are not clear.

(thirty)
He went to Shanhaiguan, on the rails.He is downstairs, in the wind.He is elsewhere.

(31)
Looking for a child, we disguised ourselves, sang and chorused, and rescued him.It was a proud and lonely night, and we finally walked ahead, forgetting the shackles of the world and our young parents.But I also forgot about this companion.

(32)
Speaking of winter jasmine, I call all the yellow flowers in spring, the yellow flowers in the world in my hometown.

(33)
Fog lost towers, monthly labyrinth, old stories, today have sunk into oblivion, buried together.

(34)
In the dream, my mother told me that I was a substitute.

(34)
I dreamed of a sad curly-haired boy, he tolerated my past, I don't love him, but he loves me deeply, just like him in my heart.Looking at his hesitant eyes, there was a trace of pity, and it was very comfortable to get along with him.He knows that I know him, and I know that he knows, we don't talk, we understand.At the end of the dream, it is still farewell.

(35)
Missed in the veil, she gave me a giant blueberry in a dream, a giant lucky leaf thrown into the air, only to be thrown back by angry elders.

(36)
All those details, they float on a certain line, there are only slight differences.

(37)
The depths and shades of the garden are all hazy into one color.

(38)
I have been to the big library many times, and there is a secret narrow passage leading to a room full of medieval bound books, in my dream.

(39)
That time in the dream, there was a flower on both sides of my name, and when I took it out, it was a beautifully outlined begonia.

(forty)
Diary of a Fifteen Night: The sound of dust is like a dream.

(End of this chapter)