When early on. Wearing a pigtail, he clung to sit on stone railings. Look at the night wind cool earth, dragged from the lake, willow branches, as if opened as a bead curtain. Ended early quiet lake, whistle sounded, Evening Breeze, blowing the leaves to sleep on the ground, he suddenly this quiet serene feel sad. His pen, writing in the spread of the paper. Raised his eyes toward the night calm waves of the lake, he felt as if she is holding a curious look at his eyes longingly. Sure, and then she walked over towards him. He unconsciously put down the pen down onto the written word is. Almost bold, the opening she asked him: Are you a boy or girl ah? Inexplicably, he short answer: a boy. She seemed incredible, giggle laugh. Then also next to the stone railing and sat down. Lying across her luggage, such as asleep. She went on to say he was a distance looking like a little girl, almost look like a little boy,UGG boots, listening to the sound also like a girl. In the end is a boy or a girl you? She also asked babble. He was that she asked a lot of inconvenience. He then looked at the vast lake, deep twilight, Xuanwu flat as a mirror, correct the same good demure girl as he likes to love. He is a bit tired of her interrupting his thoughts, but he can not show them, only to see Ying Ying attentively quiet lake, shake the willows, think he was writing love songs.
she looked at him, then giggled at the. He felt that was not funny, one not to be understood, and some disappointment, he still looked lost in the lake. Like a gust of wind, wave leaves tranquility. When a short silence, she would try to ask him what books hands, he told his Haizi poetry. She took his hand, and self-made Road: Poems of Haizi, Hai Zi What a person is what people? Obviously she is ignorant of Hai Zi. She simply A: Hai Zi, is a poet. Twilight deeper and deeper his feelings. She told him she liked poetry. Her faint light through, reading poem Hai Zi:
grew up eating wheat under the moon, carrying a large bowl and wheat bowl of the moon has no sound
She said she could not read, she asked him to explain to her. Hai Zi, he said, some poetry, obscure hard to understand, and sometimes he himself read not understand, sometimes incorrectly understood. She will be disappointed, thanks to deep dusk, and covered his face some shame. She said that poetry is hard, if the poet himself to tell her, she will certainly understand. Then she asked him to choose one can read the poems tell her to listen, he told her recently that he especially liked a recent Haizi Poems to mothers. So she went back to directory search, when he saw Tibet, Dawn, Himalaya, India night, they surprised him with his turn not to speak of.
Haizi poetry, deeper meaning, not the average person easily can read the. Suddenly she asked where Haizi now, he told her as early as 20 years ago, they threw themselves in front of Hai Zi. She felt surprised, quickly asked why. Hai Zi bitter heart, he said, genius is not the majority of his understanding, in the spirit world is too lonely. Silence for a moment, he looked up in the night, the cool wind blowing gently, she said she thought too hard, bitter bitter, bitter and words can not express.
silent, without saying a word, he sighed, as he had just before the railway station in Nanjing Xuanwu Lake side, sitting reading Sanmao dolls bride, heart, grief is hard to reconcile himself. He hoped that she will not say it, some suffering can not say. Xuanwu Lake at night, and breezy, neon water fountain, into a colorful, cross danced change. To maintain a short silence, he is not thirsty a sip of water, including in the mouth, there was no hurry to swallow. She asked him, asked him if he knew a living poet, she was going to call on the poet, the poet seeking to write a complaint to her,UGG boots clearanc, she said that her husband should be sued. He swallowed water containing in the mouth, shaking his head said he did not know she was looking for such a poet. Intermittent, like her like water poured her out of pain. She said her family is Yancheng, to Nanjing, has many days, and can not find jobs, helpless, near the train station every day to sleep, no eat with rice, to fight for other people to eat a seven-Sheng dollars in the face ... Then she smiled reluctantly embarrassment, to say that she does not eat other people's things from now to fight for others.
he asked her Why is a person out, find a job to go home ah, also a number of restaurants and other places nearby to get a job to settle down temporarily. She did not answer him, and spoke his own words. She said she went to Shanghai, a man 17 years ago, it was the only time she went out, followed it since one out. Paused, as if 10 years ago is still yesterday. She smiled and said, now change too fast, do not own anything, even cell phones will not use. She seems to have a heart like a Xuanwu Lake, has a scoop down endless endless grievances. She said she was not home, her husband has caused her to wander outside. Went on to say she was sick and dying. He was silent like the breeze Xuanwu Lake, the moon in blissful silence. She said she was tired, disheartened, and was totally disheartened, not saved. He should comfort a few, but he did not, his stomach hard to swallow their own, other people's comfort is of no use. Moreover, said Xinrusihui own, he got the surface of what role it comforting erection. She suddenly said she wanted her children, she had a toddler in Yancheng home. He asked her child was looked after? She said her mother home. She told him to leave the child's mother is not live, and finished like almost close to tears. He wanted to relieve some of her bitter, irrelevant asked her to try not eating dinner, and gave her a ham. She said she ate, and said they do not like to eat ham. Then he ate a ham, a one night twilight like eating the same, slight injuries.
lying down in the Xuanwu Lake, like the eyes of the little girl hanging in the eyes of tears, rain pear, crystal innocent, arouses sympathy and affection. Lake side night look hugged the couple, looks quiet and sweet. Walking next to a fishing person, in the pavilion next to the stone railing and sat down, smoking, and then come up with a child when he played the slingshot, aim at the opposite side near the tree, hit the shot in the trees loud voice. Always played with, indeed is the situation got one. Fishing, he saw her by the light is still very weak reading, smiled and said, now see things clearly, his eyes really ghosts! Some of her smile, when fishing the birds play slingshot men gone, she said, the man just hit the tree at the time of her eyes are deliberately targeted, there looked down on her. He hastened to get sent away, said he did not feel it at all. Sprinkle salt to the wound pain, wound hurt more than the original pain.
he looked at her, Xuanwu Lake in the twilight cover his eyes to look into the eyes of all, the water cool earth's quiet in silent, blissful silence. She went on the hard at heart, if heart of the grievances have been flooding into the river, to find a gap discharge, he happens to be her gap, but he was not her sea, rivers sad sad she can not accommodate the grievances. She said she used to look at other people's cold, buy bottles of water, people sell the water to see her, said, here are three dollars a bottle of water, no two of; reached a high point of the place, people always cynical. Then her words some confusion, and continue to suffer forced her coming down his heart, he heaved a few breaths long. She asked why he sighed, he only said that bitter heart. She asked his heart bitter, bitter, why? He did not answer, silent no words. He sighs, more cool than the night wind, like the autumn leaves fall down.
Haizi poem she returned to him, and asked him what books. San Mao bag he handed it her hand story of the Sahara. Obviously she knew nothing about San Mao are also on the sub, and she seemingly is not interested. Did not look through, only took in his hand. She continued to ask him what the book bag, there is no book like textbooks. He told her he only brought home the summer two of the extra-curricular books. She was disappointed, and then asked him if he did not have high school textbooks? He said he ended back in Middle School after learning all of the books sold in the waste collection. She is more disappointed, and he bowed his head, as if something like a wrong. She said she would like to read, the Xinhua bookstore today to see the book inside the book that many see the headaches came out, she said she wanted to see the beginning of high school textbooks. Flutter like a hungry man is now in the bread. Ha ha ha he's smiling, laughing is Gorky's words spread was invincible.
she smiled, and said she would never so much as it is today, because just out of school, and simply did not think too much, want to be too simple. She said she will not interact with others, do not know how to communicate with others. Very sad, she went on her hard, like her no culture, no looks, no money,UGG boots clearanc, no work of a woman, who would come to share it with her? She said she used to look at climbing the well-being of society, he sighed a long, did not speak, afraid to speak out as he broke the silence like Xuanwu Lake. Pavilion where mosquitoes gradually cool to find people, he is like this around the Xuanwu Lake of Lake Road, walk a short distance, closing heart, the child bride in San Mao just hard to reduce the release of some. But had not imagined a more bitter heart, and night, the Xuanwu Lake's lying there motionless, your day your night, you dawn your evening, you cry you laugh, you are not her you have been there, this is his sad his joy.
he said goodbye to her and said some like to take good care of their own comfort. She asked him and no beginning to end each other's names. Meet, why have known each other, let alone knowing each spend the acquaintance of metropolitan labor Yan branch fell in love, stranger red-eye. Perhaps the name does not matter for him and her, since ancient times, how many people are a hundred years, from birth to death, many people shared with the calling the name, Tang, Song Yuan,UGG shoes, Ming, spring to fall back, flowers leaves were gone, hundreds of Zhangsanlisi gradually into obscurity. Think of these empty things, he sad one unintentional walk, smoking a cigarette in Nanjing, in the Xuanwu Lake night cool earth as water.
10 on July 3 ~ July 17 finish. I know the words above, is a flower can not bloom, bloom has withered. I also know a lot of things I care about, but you never expected. The lake surface in the autumn shadows, self esteem and self-love ... listen to Tsai, read you. 10 years on August 8, Chongqing starry night sky ...
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