For youthful restlessness, fear is just a decoration of life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The sun after the snow made me forget about the furnace and the latex bottle for a while. During that time, she was very diligent in running Jiaotong University, pursuing a literary young woman who does not seem to be very suitable now. After not going to the small courtyard for a few days, Ah Chao and Baozhu took on the main work, but everyone silently adjusted the time to the afternoon. But we couldn't go with three of us, because we made up 30 percent of the class, so one of us would be alone in the hut in the afternoon. On the tenth day, it was me. The sunshine, the shadows of the trees, the pigeon whistle, the warm winter time made the work freehand, until I caught a glimpse of the lonely alarm clock on the windowsill.

It's hard to put into words what it was like now. Sleepy, very sleepy, as if the strength of the body was drained in an instant, but I couldn't close my eyes, I could see the line drawing on the table, there was a thirty-six mark on it, I could see the white smoke rising from the mouth of the water cup on the honeycomb coal stove, I could see the second hand of the alarm clock every beat, the time was 3:45. My mind was spinning, how to color, how to add dialogue, how many pages to complete, but the strange thing was that the real me seemed to be a spectator of my work. After that, I seemed to fall asleep, looking at me in the third person who was holding the pen and fell asleep.

More than ten years later, I went back to Beijing to live, met a young woman in literature and art, and went to the Baishiqiao Suzheng Bar at night, and heard the "Anhe Bridge" that was not yet popular, which had a lyric "I lost my sleep". The above memories of the afternoon of the princess tomb courtyard suddenly came to an air in the middle of the night behind the white stone bridge. Before, as I had doubted the truth of the process, I shared your doubts. In other words, the previous details are the memories of a dream. I know it's a bit of a twist, but it's the only way I can describe things completely, and that's probably the main reason why we forget our dreams and recreate them by accident.

If you have guessed the beginning, you should also guess the end. I was woken up by the sound of the alarm clock, and it was the tangled 6:54 again, and it was just night. If it is a dream of Nanke, how good it is, but the online manuscript on the table has been drawn to forty-four pages, if it is half asleep and half awake, how good it is, but it is a pity that the night is like a dai, and the small lights in the room are dim. How I escaped from the courtyard became a dream of forgetting. That night, I was the only one in the dormitory on the tenth floor, so I had to chat with Jianhua on the eighth floor for half a night, but watching Baozhu and Ah Chao talk and laugh freely, the depression on the side of my mouth had to be swallowed back. Until now, I don't know what happened in the afternoon of the small courtyard in the five days between the fifth and tenth days, and everyone knew it until the third day, which was the thirteenth day in total.