endless roses

Chapter 69
fly fly fly fly~
I have always loved to read this place, light and deep, as if rushing to it with joy, and melting, dancing gracefully, then falling and sticking to someone's skirt, melting into her soft, wave-like heart.This is Zhimo's poem, and there is an old one on the shelf, the one mentioned before, which has turned yellow. "Xu Zhimo's Poetry", Jilin Education Publishing House, revised in December 2006, with the label "Yijiaoshuwu" on the cover. He borrowed it at that time and felt that You loved it so he bought it and gave it to me.There are many yellow spots on the first page, and there are three names written on it, which should be practiced calligraphy. Behind the calligraphy of "Mo", there is a black and white picture of a bamboo forest. When I was a child, I painted it with green chalk. This color Still, there is my own engraved seal on the back of this page.

On the left side of the word "Catalogue" is a song "Looking at the Snow in Zhongnan" that my father copied with me more than ten years ago, "The Yinling Mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds", I love this sentence very much, and I also love snow very much. But I often forget that its author is Zu Yong, and I have only read one poem by this guy.The second poem in the anthology is "Snow Flower's Happiness". On the fourth page, I also included a piece of poetry note.It should have been copied in high school. The pattern in the lower left corner is a clump of leaves by Yun Shouping. I don’t know what kind of grass it is. The pen is weak and elegant, and there are two faint seals on the lower right.Later generations call it good at "boneless" skills, but the flowers and trees are soft, and its awe-inspiring character is in the artistic conception.I didn't copy it all, only up to the two "Flying" after the melancholy of the deserted street, and "Yang" was written in traditional characters.

I thought that life was confusing, and although I was always at a loss, I never knew my direction.This one seems to be recited before or after Cambridge, but it was asked to be recited at the same time.Old books have a sweet smell of chemical degradation, like a touch of almonds. I read an article before that mentioned the smell of old books and the reaction of sodium hydroxide and air to acid.I like the taste of the deep time, and I don't like those ancient books that are too pungent.I personally think that the song version of this poem belongs to Wang Hailing's version as the best, it is so light and unrestrained, and it is better than many crowned and decent versions.She is not as good as me, she sings a song, has a tune, and is a singer.It took me a few minutes to play with a poem, flying in the air, and when I flew far away, I no longer ran away, but sang poems.Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong's past is heavy, Xiao Rong's world and hometown.

You see, I have my direction.

There was a picture in my half-dream and half-awake yesterday, a snowy night, I was still in middle school.Sitting on a bench in the middle of the pedestrian street, he bowed his head and wrote.It fell for a whole day, the snow did not pile up on the head, time and space seemed to stand still, but the picture did not freeze, the pen tip rubbed against the notebook, and there was a silent sound of falling snow.A thick road has been piled up ahead, and it gets higher and higher, but my hair is still just a thin layer of snow when I just sat down.

An excerpt from my poem at that time, entitled "Snow's Reverie":
Tonight's snow, under the lights of the small town

shining golden light
One after another, rushing to my heart like a dream

It is a fantasy dream woven by hexagonal ice edges

like a king sitting on his many treasures
It's another winter's night of snow
So pure and ethereal, like Jiangnan Yu who misses
How much beauty you bring to youth, I love the enthusiasm that you float towards me the most
Even if it goes to a kind of fall, don't want to melt in the girl's heart
I'm trembling in the ice and snow, but my heart is floating in the sky
carry an umbrella, hold a lot of snow

Watch it quietly accumulate, spread from a time and space to deeper and farther

I think you will take many lives tonight

The bleakness of the world will become the graceful dance of heaven

Today's misfortune will surely produce music in the bleakness
Dear Bai Xue, please go down quietly
Don't melt into water, don't freeze into ice

Humblely appearing at people's feet, bearing a curse
This eternal pain, not even the hardest heart can bear
Fly, let the wind take you

The emptiest, loneliest place in the world

Let all the bad things be touched by your innocence

Let all evil deeds be ashamed of your innocence

Go to the branch, crush a dry bamboo branch

Let every proud head bend down and kiss the ground beneath his feet

Pure white snow, piled up in the softest corner of my heart

I wish you eternal peace and eternal beauty

Even if you swallow the traces of being trampled on, you are only worthy of the name of beauty
Talking about time and space with my friends, I slightly changed the story.

A passer-by told the time traveler that 911/[-] happened five days ago, so there was such a small but regrettable deviation in history. I am sorry that I failed to save mankind this time, but everyone is not so boring in recent weekends. The National Security Bureau, the media People who are suffering, suffering, and shaken inside are busy, and so are the enemies, busy hating and forgiving.I guess, passers-by, travelers who have never returned.What kind of reason made him stay, is it a voluntary choice, or is he forced to move forward with the past, go to the future that is already a foregone conclusion, and live this ordinary life.When I spoke, I didn’t seem to have to post, but after sitting down, I thought, let’s chat, so I chatted casually, started everywhere, and stopped everywhere.A small boat starts from Mae Tsao, on a small river called time, drifts from the current, in any direction, full of boring little things, and so many false stories.

Can be regarded as: full of nonsense.

(End of this chapter)