If worldly affair is climing, I am like the hedge
If worldly affair is climing, I am like the hedgeLight green new each of the rose and Boston ivy crosses the withered and brown old leaf, spread like the city in the wing growing is looked at.
The weak hedge wall does not break to pieces year in year out but totters, the root of a root of branch that the lively discrepancy tendril plant is hard and astringent in riddled with gaping wounds.
If worldly affair is climing, I am like the hedge.
-------Remember the question
(1)
Monthly standing grain, when will you get married?
The shadow, I have not told you, have we already said good-bye?
Separating ice-cold and cool keyboard and screen, we communicate quietly by losing Chinese characters with the expression of temperature each other.
Monthly standing grain, I am old.
The shadow, how can, we will all be very slowly old and feeble.
Monthly standing grain, are you busy?
No, the shadow, if you are unhappy, remember telling me at any time.
Still remember then knows at the beginning of the yearing, all of us return time well. You the the in disorder garrulous take place,because youthful gloss the getting sparkling and more moving. Those days, the sunshine is light and soft like the skirt, still like us the bride's tissue while looking forward to, the ones that are bearing the weight of light are sparkling and crystal-clear and transparent, and noble dust.
The generally proud smiling face that we are admiring sunflowers, only look at the brilliant rays of the sun with reverence.
We are unbending and impassioned walking among the crowds like the wind, firmly believe flowers are in bloom just at the nearest next stop.
The shadow, I do not believe the love. You often read this words on the mouth at that time.
It is difficult to resolve that I confuse.
I admit, my opacity, I am superficial. I fail to look into the distance broken early like you. The human society, like the deep pool, I thought you crossed to the other shore more early than I.
Monthly standing grain is very cold.
I mean that my knee in front of the computer sit at this moment.
Look, my body is forever honester than my soul, she does not disguise tough and tensily, certainly, she is also unable to be tough and tensile. She soft if dandelion, make the best of things, float yellowish or dark purple nameless wild flower, if the green bristlegrass recalls after the torrential rain hard and fragrantly.
You, there are those persons that loved and have been loved by me, stand still for a long while during that time.
Monthly standing grain, it is said that it is the characteristic that the people always go to cherish the memory of.
And I slip this world, all over palm firework finally.
But see you that crossed difficultly, sigh and say such bank of other shore. Those noble sunshine that I respect and admire, is nothing but the dagger of the tender feeling of unreal body, it is its essential mission to insult and is later than people.
The shadow, if one day, we lose depending on, then we are the mutual depending on of all.
You say so.
I have held your fine and cool hands with a firm grip. Finger of you impose porcelain bamboo of gate at home childhood like me, joint bake, ache centre of the palm of me slightly. Hair of you roll frank, frank roll also, you pale careful face have, there are the traces of the indistinct affairs of human life.
Not who says? It should be forgotten.
Whether the beauty or secret anguish past event, or dream of clearly and clearly.
Monthly standing grain, I rent in three expensive scarce rooms after the earthquake, you have not been here yet.
Have not told you, the wind in this house is never the convection forever, the air is old like the historical relic, perhaps still remain the taste of last century.
In addition, the worm like a kind of blood fluke will grow in the bathroom. I sweep every day, wash every day, it is sick to make every day.
There is no network thread in the house, I will look for the window which is close to the sunshine and sit down, read, with waiting for the aftershock. Two month a most strong one, that time, I detailed if hair sleep skirt hold one oily oily aslant aslant garrulous word wash and go downstairs in hanging strip. That skirt is not only thin like rosy clouds of sunset, but also air my taking on carrying outside totally. I stand damp and hot cement on the ground, hold both shoulders tightly, heart violent to beat for in bare feet, look pale.
All telephones were unable to put through at that time.
Monthly standing grain, you tell me, where is my family?
Where will I lay the simple orange sofa that I doted on? Lay out a lot of warm embracing pillow and cushion, embroider all over stars and prediction of a person's luck in a given year above.
Where I will continue writing, become old slowly, is the rustle dropped all will be be beautiful from the body will stay?
Monthly standing grain, I do not really want that.
(2)
The shadow, are not you lonely? Often make a phone call to me annually recently hour.
Even lonely, not with what you can share. -----No,what you know,when the annual,I can go injure sharp ones such by somebody. I speak only this sentence on the bottom of heart.
Some day in that early winter, the school loses electrical power. One candle light flicker stars in vault, how suit the moment when meets.
But I only feel cold.
That it is one that suffocate desperate feeling like being drowned, I insist in I petty and low pale world, the prosperity of they and I separates the thick and blunt one, the transparent wall.
Like the amber? Or the time bomb beautiful.
Will it be night winter not losing electrical power, candle light if wan and sallow tulip light to drag autumn wind, you say, how will she come to make me warm and shine? I wear in the deep and serious, outer cover like the ice and snow. Her warm-heat evil will only teach me how to shed tears, I shed tears all over, if the trace is climing, zigzag and truss up my thin and rude heart.
But I still remember with gratitude, have looked at more than 3,000 long and mottled ones afar day and night, I admit the meeting and aching and making warm of that night.
How I am to have partiality for these two words in Chinese characters: Warmth.
So ordinary and so rare, indulge in so suddenly so.
Young worry, fragile like the porcelain of bone, can't bear tossing about in bed and weighing.
Nian Shi, think, meet again once, have a lot of speech on you, very grave if enormous whom we can't overturn born every year definitely.
But actually.
In fact, that night, we not meeting each other for several years talked about the old days after robbing, you said, the shadow, as you phone to greet me safe, I am very moved.
But I was not a bit and visibly moved at that time.
You realize, after day then on mountains collapse and the earth crack up, we receive and allocate memory telephone of the name? But you totally neglect losing placing oneself in the midst of and are overwhelmed with sorrow scattering in all directions I in the most dangerous mountain area.
Certainly, how can blame I, I only difficult to be visibly moved and then.
Force in KTV narrowly and ambiguously, the scarlet leather sofa is distributing the pungent taste of the inferior paint. It is bad that the sediment that the air freshener of the perfume of the tangerine tried to cover up a misdeed, only to make it more conspicuous has produced ventilation in that room. Some seats are crowded. I point to that bottle of amber foreign wine which can not tell the name and say: You go to see the trade mark, a definite 40 (V/V) of this wine.
Good feeling, how do you taste so perfectly?
Have forgotten to tell you, I have been crazy about alcohol for several years. A lot of people of illusion like spiritual beggar are come to accompany, inside, have you too.
But drink it pouring alone eventually, astringent in the cool cup.
The past and the coming year, it is since tasted that the acid is sweet.
Until someone request tune " ten year ", want tell by you originally,when the annual,listen to the song I there aren't.
However, I say nothing.
Want to say nothing.
The wife that don't tell me you does not understand you, it is me not to tell me your favourite.
Those bright and clean like porcelain lightly past events, are mashed gradually by you like this, become incomplete Yan of a place.
It is understood that I was helpless at last, just as that sentence that a lot of people broke to pieces to read: Some words, have no chance when you want to talk; When as you if there is an opportunity, but unwilling to talk again.
People, thing are not all general look.
You insist on, give me go back, say destination to taxi driver, I newspaper one name of hotel.
Quite right, I live behind that hotel, you know too.
But the driver has sent us to the hotel gate directly, in his cognition, we are just ordinary needs in the cement forest with the men and women that the body got warm.
Explain, the patient one waits for the car to turn to turn around in unison.
You send me off and come into that long dark old lane son, my step is fast. Night has been already very deep, the city neglects quietly and rightly.
You or looking forward to the ceremony of a certain affected unconvention.
But I turn round slowly just like that year resolutely.
Good-bye, disappear again.
(3)
See recently a girl who is named seven violet annual writes.
I liked her piety and respect to the characters, it was irreversible that year to go far just like me.
Because she wonder where say because there aren't love affair between sister and brother and kindreds single, and spread to by emotion that happen grown to a lot of people around. Including that piece whom I have never meet rue the son.
I do not know that city northernmost that she belongs to, it has been already cold like the cellar. I had no way of being greeted, though I once wanted to be greeted very much.
Zhyuan Jiu says, it is my first love to rue the son.
It is ridiculous that I laugh at him.
I enumerate several kinds of reasons, want to force him to redefine this big his teenaged woman's scale in his life.
He smiles, I do not understand the speech.
I do not really understand.
April, warbler song willow dance fireworks all over the sky, Zhyuan Jiu takes the train, from south to north, the route scratched more than half pieces of domain, knock into and break to pieces countless nice and warm spring scenery.
In two days and two nights, on the hard seat, he looks on the painstaking parting and reunion of surrounding area with a cold eye.
There is muddy breath that mix low-priced tobacco flavor, remain in the carriage prolongedly, sink the denser.
Moment that reach any before dawn, rue son already Hou early in station.
It is the getting more solitary so in she the lonely and firmness, it ignore meet each other with the day before yesterday why there is today so. You come, I wait for you. You go, I bless you in where it is.
In early spring of the northern part of the country, the wind is still piercingly cold at the night. She lies dormant under the bright blue street lamp, is similar to the evil spirit of souls. She looks forward to the roar with gradually close love on the rail alone, the joyous face secretly. She is no longer dainty, the appearance is hasty and careless. But about vainlying hope, can open the sweet temperate and moist gloss on her gradually already coarse face after all of love.
The woman, the woman!
Unexpectedly I was moved by this kind of posture at the time of this at last.
She lets me remember that lyrics: At 33 years old, the true love is so precious.
It was not loyal that I no longer criticized severely her to marriage at last.
Marriage but what is speech on her? Perhaps but if the hasty and careless and prescription of utility in the works of the doctor in the business society, Ann gets the world without dying, the illness is just the same as before.
Do you make love? I have asked Zhyuan Jiu meticulously.
Eh.
Then I have no speech.
I like her daughter very much, she is very lovely. He says.
I really want to know, if her young your daughter six years old knows you and her mother goes to bed, will also like you.
Count and transfer it to the wheel, before knocking a reason, in order to release souls from purgatory, meet only in order to sigh too late.
Rue the son, do you say, the meaning how is this?
Winter will come.
He has no way of savouring breathing out and becoming the frost angrily of your city with the south in the South.
Former affection leaves the cooler like tea.
The vulgar generation entanglement, but all because people's natural instinct orientation is warm, want people to ache.
(4)
One o'clock before dawn.
I have mere foot, the autumn wind is rustling to flow through my hard and numb city trickling sluggishlily like the small stream outside the window.
Night is very purely black.
Some of me shiver.
I am very cold.
I remember <<If. Love >>Li of that lines:
-----What kind of meaning was produced to your future in the past?
-----Go over? The meaning in me, even if don't mention over to let again either in the past.
Yes, the large stretch of secret anguish of the flourishing back in life, the rose dancing like thistles and thorns, the flower is in bloom the wound. Why not explore the meaning earnestly?
The meaning in me of pain, is walking one on the road while coming, extraordinarily meticulously.
Where is any abstruse reason?
Those two words which I love deeply, are named and made warm.
Do this, sincerely in order to recall some personnel baffledly around the birthday.
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