endless roses

Chapter 96

It didn't rain when I went out, but it was much cooler, which meant that it was closer to rain.

There is a thin ginkgo tree standing in the bushes, but there are many white flowers under it.I thought it was a fallen flower, but it turned out to be a gardenia, so I picked one quietly.At first, I followed the flower and prepared to squeeze it out, but I found it difficult. I remembered the green receptacle like a gardenia, so I gently pinched it from under the calyx tube, and the flower was held in my hand.Afraid of being seen, hiding in an umbrella

As for poetry, recently I prefer the beauty of classical Chinese, which is not interesting, but it has a certain meaning, and the ancient prose is warm and moist; modern poetry is rarely useful, and basically relies on listening, thinking that the sentences are good, without considering the deep meaning.Reading poetry nowadays, how should I put it, feels similar to reading the Bible, reading novels, comics or news.

I don’t feel much about reading the intense text nowadays. First, the times are out of touch. Second, I have passed through that high-spirited boyhood. I have read a lot of the same theme over the years, and I am a bit tired.

I saw the soaked and swollen Pepsi cups among the broken leaves.

I feel my legs are getting scarred, and there are cicadas or crickets in the beige withered grass growing new seedlings. A few meters away, there are beautiful pink and white flowers between plantains and bamboo cypresses. cow flower.

I walked on the left side, because there were few people, so I detoured to the right side and the middle of the road, for no reason.

Walking like this, even though it was late at night, it was still very hot.

There are also many people ahead.The girl in the short denim skirt is not skinny, wearing knee-high boots, she has a plump beauty.The setting sun is on the right of the bell tower and on the left of the open space; the baffles of the construction site block the clump of tall green reeds. I think of a sunset shot in my hometown about ten years ago. The whole is dark but clearly defined, with small rivers, reeds and The fiery red sunset, the smell of rice next night, the smell of mud in the field, and the sound of insects are beyond the screen.

Passing by a car, Quietly glanced at the window to see what he looked like, hey, uh, there seemed to be someone inside, so I quickened my pace and pretended to slip away.

I buckle the rings on the umbrella at the top, and there is some space inside the umbrella, because the outside doesn't look neat, and usually I fold it along the grain.Who would have thought that such a messy and unorganized folding umbrella contained a gardenia flower.

Passing by the cafeteria with a suit shop upstairs, I saw the boy with camel shoes talking to his girlfriend, I couldn’t remember whether they were walking slowly or standing there, the girl’s mermaid blue dress was very elegant, like gauze, and she was wearing an elegant thick Bring white slippers.I decided to close my eyes and let the wind blow instead of watching.

I went to the cafeteria with a coffee shop, passed by the Tmall supermarket, bought a bottle of Benarson's Mocha coffee, and found a seat to sit down.The girl in the green palace gauze dress is chatting with her boyfriend, some couples are studying, there are scrolls, scattered printing paper and computers in front of them, some are working, some are eating skewers, and some are holding brightly colored dinner plates ready to feast .

I sit and drink coffee.

The green skirt is gone, but the hair is still tied with a large light-colored ribbon, and the white underarm bag is hanging behind the shoulders.Parallel to me, slightly staggered, the male student in the front right, with a stainless steel basin, probably eats a fragrant pot.In the distance, there are chats on a few coffee tables and the sound of noodles sizzling from time to time.

On the road connecting the second-phase dormitory building and the gymnasium, many street lights with beautiful shapes have been replaced. The upper part is a regular polygon with sharp corners, and the lower part is like a hat. The lights are yellowish and bright, like many small sunsets installed in them .

Holding my forehead with my left hand seems to block the setting sun, but in fact it is to avoid looking at it. The scenery always invades from my eyes, and naturally forces me to notice them. It is so hard.But even with your head down, you can still see the road and hear the grass.Even the hot wind is the beauty of life. The scattered clouds are not like the grandeur of the north shared by friends in the group, but they are quiet, gentle and elegant; hearing the noise of birds in the trees beside the red wall, it just keeps going It kept calling. Although I don't understand the language of birds, I also know that it speaks different languages. When people pass by, it doesn't stop singing. It is so cute.

The setting sun is finally brighter than the lights.In the past, I talked about the little lamp in the night, but in fact, it is in the daytime, it is in the night, everything has its own scene at any time of the day.

I will tell you that you didn't bring paper when you went out, did you write on the shopping invoice of Tmall Supermarket?Of course, this is just saying, I wrote a "T" on it, referring to a blue Tesla I saw on the road and other people around it. It's all in the mind; the memory is so poor, as long as you don't want to glance at it at the beginning, no matter how hard you work, you won't have any impression.

At the entrance of the stairs, there are two vertical rows of "Often Hidden", with different fonts, probably added because I didn't notice it before. Below is a black painted cat, which has long been there.I took out my mobile phone from the right side pocket of my schoolbag, and saw a lot of yellow pollen on the screen, so I stood upright, and took out the keys from the same side pocket, to see if there was such a thing on my cloth key belt. Huafen, when I was doing such meaningless things, a chubby little boy in front of me stopped and turned around, watching what I was doing as bored as I was.

Today's underground passage is not normal. There was a thick fog at the exit of the last phase, and the thick fog even covered the stairs. When students walked, they disappeared into it.I think of the fog of enchantment in Silent Hill, or the fog of oblivion exhaled by the female dragon in Buried Giant.I went in, feeling a little choking, afraid that some kind of gas leaked, because there was no such smoke at the end of the second phase, and there was an inexplicable smell. But cool and cool.After going up the stairs, I finally smelled the freshness of the world from the first phase of the campus. A security guard walked towards me. From his gait and expression, he knew that he was here to deal with this unnatural "smoke". The words "Employment and Security" are written on the motorcycle.He took out the walkie-talkie and started, "wi! wi! wiwiwi" I guess he was speaking in Suzhou dialect. When I got above the ground, I couldn't understand the series of words that followed, even if I paid close attention.Going forward for a while, three more small cars for security and wealth came tooting.

The sound of violins came from the Conservatory of Music, and the tune was like an American waltz. I always felt that the aerial view of En Ling and the Conservatory of Music was a huge note.There is a small pomegranate on the stone of the house number of the Art Center, next to its hat, which is the pomegranate sepals, above it is a magnolia tree, and there is no parent tree around it, so someone must have picked it or picked it up and put it here.On the doorplate stone is "En Ling Art Center", and below it corresponds to "En Ling Art Centre".Walking quickly, I heard the sound of a middle-aged man coughing, white shirt and black trousers, he~tui~, spitting in the music world.

I walked slowly, the weather was sultry, and I thought about going back to take the second shower today.Someone at the end of the road east of the library was taking pictures of the sunset, and they saw me too.A male student riding a bicycle slowly passed by, and the sunset was over.

April 6, dusk
(End of this chapter)