endless roses

Chapter 66

Raving yesterday:

(One)

Single-threaded animals can never understand what it feels like to write weak words while listening to stormy tunes.

(two)

dreamland.

We negotiated a breakup.Before parting, she and I sat by the lake, tearing up the books we gave each other at that time, and throwing the paper into the brazier.Sparks are flying, we look at the fire, the surroundings and time and space distorted by the temperature of the fire, and we are silent with each other.Quiet and comfortable, maybe we can look at each other and smile, but we don't look at each other and smile, we are silent, we look at the lake after watching the fire.

(three)

It's twelve o'clock. If you don't read a book, should you sleep?

(four)

I have had a fantasy since I was a child: a frog in the rainforest has been staring at me for fifteen or sixteen years.

(Fives)

The traces of the meteor flying past did not dissipate, it became like a tree, spreading from the sky to the earth.

(six)

The hydrangea ball was thrown into the hands of her lover when she was a teenager. He smiled, understood, wore glasses, and changed a lot.

(Seven)

In my dream, I cut curtains with a precious knife, and the curtains were cut very quickly and smoothly.

(Eight)

The snow-capped mountains outside the window were torn from the side.In the small pond in the courtyard, the water drops on the lotus leaves turned into elves and rushed to another leaf.

(nine)

Half of the window in the dream, half of the wall.It cannot be pushed open, it is a complete half window, and a normal window is cut off in the middle.Standing a few meters away from it, I seem to be a few meters away, which may be the width of the Milky Way, or it may really be a few meters.There is a tight melody, so far away, so close.Then a row of teeth turned into windows.

(ten)

The clouds in the sky are of various shapes, I am riding a small tricycle, beeping, steaming~ At this time I am an animation character, driving across the green lawn, the standard configuration is the wheel of history, the front wheel is twisted and can be manipulated The shape of the lines, the ruts left on the country road.

(eleven)

Pond, a small pool, listening from its edge, can you hear the story of a whole city?The sweepers are crying, their firefly yellow hats are very bright, but their hearts are crying.

(twelve)
A poem paved with steles, weather-beaten, with cracks on the stone, and occasionally a grass.The cold smoke fades and the grass turns green.Medieval mists, ancient paths, I, lost in a labyrinth of stone verses.

Ahead, a lonely, thin boy got off his bicycle. The casual denim jacket was softer than mine, and he was covering his abdomen to resist the pain. He was under the dim streetlight, which was a little brighter.

There are still many words in the notebook, because they are meaningless so I don’t look back too far. These are today’s words that will be forgotten tomorrow:

(One)

It was raining at this time.On this runway, I am the only one without an umbrella. This is my runway.

(two)

The girl also stretched out her hand to test the rain, and I don't want to do this in the future.

(three)

Weiming said to me: "Why are you so rude to me now, when you respected me back then."

"I have never respected you."

"Okay. Then why are you so rude now?"

"You have to be polite, you can do it right away, idiot!"

"..."

(four)

Going back to your hometown means going on a trip, revisiting your hometown?There are many old places.Some places do not want to revisit, not resentment, go to will be noisy, not quiet is not good.If I don't go home, let those who care about acting give up on me completely, and both parties will be much more relaxed.I don't have a home. The school has always been like a home, a hotel like a home. I am a guest, and I can settle down anywhere.

(Fives)

The two battery cars are holding an umbrella together. It is the one given after blood donation. It has the same specifications. Many students have it, but mine is lost.

(six)

The phone bill was less than 20, but it charged 50, and it immediately told me, "Hello!"

(Seven)

The courier station replaced the arrangement of ABC-ZXY with numbers.The supplies at the post station no longer send text messages but use software notifications instead.

(Eight)

It's a good excuse to just get drunk with peace of mind.

(nine)

Ferocious Irrigation, I enjoyed the process of reading through it, although many failed to do so.Reading, the same author, the same theme, the same music, movies, the same director, the same theme, the same actor, the same food at the same time, the same brand of pens, the same red but different lipsticks, the same group Today and yesterday of a person, today and yesterday of the same person, the wine you want to drink at the same time, the wine you don’t want to drink at the same time, sisters in the same dormitory, several fixed windows in the same cafeteria, the same dish in different places The gap between the tastes of different people, different periods of the same person, yesterday, today and tomorrow of the same person, just now and a while later, the same scene looks the same every day but is different, the same thing today is different tomorrow I regret the same thing today, it doesn’t matter tomorrow, I express my gratitude for this experience the day after tomorrow, the same person returns to the youthful heart after many years, the owner of the same object keeps changing, the people on the same chair can’t hold power and become The chair is always there, the same person dies today and he will come back to life in the next chapter, the same technique writes countless "same" in the same time period, why are there countless?Because there is an ellipsis after it, so it is endless...

(ten)

On rainy days, the light-colored tiles of the dormitory building are full of footprints, like a little bit of gray, gray.

(eleven)

Bird, before dawn, what's your name?
(twelve)
Tao Yuanming seems to have written a poem about his helplessness and love for his son who does not live up to him, and Ruan Ji, the son of Lang, seems to be persuading his son or nephew to study hard to become an official.

(thirteen)
Quiet Don, I did not read.A book where the author is not enigmatic, argues, struggles with so many accusations, and yet it is a serene story.Sholokhov, Kryukov, Sholokhov, Kryukov, Sholokhov, Kryukov...

The quiet Don River, the noisy Don River; the quiet Don River, the helpless Don River; the peaceful Don River, the auspicious Don River, and the Don River that even the author is a mystery.So I don't read it. Is this a good reason?

The Don River, the main tributaries, Huo, Pi, Au, Er, He, Bei, Don, Nie, Ci, He, I can’t remember.The length of the river is 1870km, hey hey, I just wanted to compare it to the Yangtze River in Russia, the Yangtze River is more than three times that, 6700 plus "surplus" km.The metaphor fails, the metaphor is still an analogy, and the analogy seems to be a verb with a process.

(fourteen)
When the box of apples I bought arrived, I subconsciously picked the one that hit me a bit first.I heard it from somewhere, eat the bad apples first, and keep the good ones for spoiling, isn't it just eating bad apples all the time.But this rhetorical question is not suitable for me, because I can eat half of a box of 18 in a day.

(fifteen)
Human history awaits the age of the disgraced. He quoted what I heard more than ten years ago, Tagore's poem.very sad.Fate does not stop, tosses and turns, a circle.There will still be bad things tomorrow, the old and bad things in the world, I can't take care of them.All living beings have experienced vicissitudes.

(sixteen)
Listen to the sound of rain and drink coffee.After a drizzle of rain, brief rains and torrential rains, it is clear again and there will be rain tomorrow.

April 5, night

(End of this chapter)