Summer, I love to wear a skirt. Cotton material, with a white T-shirt and sandals, hair length and waist, I like the dress sense of gentle stroking my ankle, I feel spoiled. Osmanthus small town fast in June has been opened, there Magnolia. One evening in the central district who brought me up several flower, on the palms of the smell of greed, which is home fragrance. Magnolia is the original home of huangjuezhen orchids, orchid and jasmine huangjuezhen open during the season, the streets always some people with white dress with a string of selling. Button in the clothes bought on line, so clothes are smoked on the aroma.
Always some taste, a smell will make me think of home.
Such as Magnolia, such as rape, such as the cell in the window of a house floating out of watercress flavor. Sometimes so miss all of the family, the doctrine that miss, I am still far away in the field working, living, busy. I said when it will be a family forever, think of it hurts a piece of.
Days, rain.
A whole world of white, late next year's typhoon, rain scarce prior years. When it rains, even if an umbrella would be wet.
Angel come to me one day shopping, told me the second day she got married, found a shop to sit down to eat, listen to her through the vent, said her mother how, in the future how. I Yaran to right. Many things more complicated than imagined, I am not do not know, but do not want to know, know what? angel all know, but it is only resolute into steel.
Old friends, many have married and had children. Will inevitably fall into the family's forced marriage, the second time impatience, broke up. Sometimes something forced on the impasse, the Federation could not tell disappointed heart or despair, then is Lengran smile, thinking they could do nothing when it comes to die.
On several occasions, really will feel Why do some simple things can have so many arguments, I do not want to dispute, sometimes uncontrollably, sometimes deliberately wayward. Text in the quiet beauty, the face of earthly troubles also are unable to bear the time and would like the years of stability, but the overall push by the reality again and again.
I have been very sorry registered a lot of ID, because I think that 11 written off, how much trouble.
There was a time, just leave, just not to be known, I just want to forget you, or let you forget me. I think I have died, many years later, there was also sadness are gone, your life to continue, I am not sad to live without joy unknown life.
Said, time has quietly force.
I also have in the years to come gradually changing, and occasionally have mood swings are capable of regulating themselves over the face of other people's sorrows and joys, to give comfort, rarely let themselves in someone else's story.
For some time to write the notes, I can not see to look at, and now I am less to keep a diary, a leather cover, this shorthand, writing more than a year, half left. Always been difficult to bear, those thoughts will be no one willing to disclose the record of 12.
I catch every evening TV, ad, or look out the window when the Internet cloud.
During the day, the sky is blue the clouds are white, at night, the sky is blue and black clouds, the vast expanse of the sky removal. Initially, I would tell people the sky looks beautiful, but others did not agree. So every time I see one day, or even specifically put down the work of the hands, across the corridor to the window over there just to look at the days. Bell says with a laugh, before she did not think the sky look good, but know me, feel that the sky is beautiful. I laughed, and these are some of the warmth of the little things, like Elaine, she said to me the letter I wrote someone else, someone wrote to me, print it out, send her a copy. She praises, saying that pigs Koyanagi really legendary people, can be warm and so many people.
I think your heart is warm, so the text will surface through the grief, I try to pass you feel the warmth. Life, so many do not always successful or defect, and we must not forget the past, bravely forward.
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