第41章
- 灰夢
- songmeng
- 505字
- 2025-01-18 23:06:29
We traveled and traveled and traversed ,whence I can’t vaguely see what all this journeys is.I had had be warmed by his passionate and iridescent soul ,although his hot body; both made me think how this course is going to and this is not match sole me.
“You are elongate me,which person shall readily have its beauty sleep.”I pertly speaking in a bold and shivering tone.
We tried rent bicycle which I’m pretty impressed in the before,although as I actually touch bicycle steer,it make a lot flows of breeze on me,and It is kind of discommoded you have to buy a card and recharge money in,lock and unlock at only bus stop;I still like instilling thin air,I still fulfilled with hungry emptiness.
“It’s not the prospect that this course for”,”neither my forgotten.”I plainly and a wink of sorrow.
“You are waste your time extravagantly”I felt a solid qualm likes HOME.
I was handed inward him,gently preach at my ear. His complex logical language makes me not very clear if his sentences is mean flower’s life of treasure and cherishable,or the eternity of each phases of growth and generation.I can’t think it melancholy or happiness,I can’t resolve the poem capriciously,same as watching him painting,playfully listening me inquiring.And then reciprocate me with asking.It is still like HOME,but not any harm.
I just asked why bamboo is white
Then I asked if its snow white
It makes me treasured it like a poker card.I still ambiguous which is his meaning.
And thence“his” flower rendered into almond,and yell“the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.”.
I don’t know if Buddha is raising a almond orchard and waiting for crushing its shell for almond milk.
Though he think I’ve learned a little literature,but I still not learned little.
And I don’t like you look at me both like I was survived by you and fond me.It’s my faintless idea that I want to tell you
I do remember I wrote whole five wills or wishes to you,and for some sinister reason ,all of letters and other papers are thoroughly disposed.I used to be desperate and despair.Hence I write again,blindly on his rough hand.
I’m afraid its wrong.
Its exactly what I feared life long.
I write first three,firm ones.I reflected I was surrounded by five.so I was not in this.
I add one that I’m sure then.
All literally“surround” me, before and until I was grown.therefore I can feel feared and comfort my throbbing heart.
Altought when I was 16,I was strong more.