Landscape trees next to the runway, it has the best days. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The playground where I usually run is not far from my dormitory, sometimes when I stand on the balcony in a daze, I can hear the boys on the playground shouting when they play football, the periphery of the football field is a circle of rubber running, every night there will be a lot of people running here, and then the periphery is the landscape tree, it can see me sweating on this run every day, and it also observes others, no matter what reason these people are here, as long as they walk on this run, these landscape trees begin to watchI must have known a lot of stories about what happened here, and it never commented on it, and it never commented on it.

Most of the time, the wind comes, shakes the leaves, rubs the leaves, and claps the palms, and these stories are finished, joys, sorrows, and sorrows are also commented, happy, sad, and always like this has passed, and the people on the runway run with thoughts and wishes, and the trees that stand stand and watch, and the meaning of life is the same, the wind comes, one speaks, and the other is cool.

I remember when I was a freshman, it was bright, and then these street lamps grew into the trees, and they stood between the branches, and the leaves of the trees blocked the light, and then when I ran for a while, it was not very bright, but it gave off some soft light, and from a distance, these trees were like elves, and their hair was bright, and they looked better than Christmas trees.

But how do street lamps grow tall? It must be that these landscape trees grow downwards and eat up the street lamps little by little, but don't the trees all grow upwards?

"Kid, you stupid guy, do you know what's going on?"

"Uh, this, this."

"I don't know, Nian'er"

The child moved his little nose and said word by word; "Yes, I don't know either".

You are really stupid child, if Shu Zhong is here, Shu Zhong must know, he is much smarter than you, "Shu Zhong, what are you doing, I'm running, didn't you always dislike me for being fat before, this time I really lost weight."

"I guess you must be reading those boring books, don't read them, you'll be stupid if you read too many books."

I'm starting to love the feeling of running.

The swaying of the summer lotus in May can't stop the stillness in the water, and the fish raise their heads.

The lilacs bloom in June, and the recitation is not complete.

I began to like the years of regret, just like now I can finally let my body sweat on the playground, I avoided my long-standing laziness, but there was no one to witness, I began to be silent, I became the majority of history, I can only show it to myself, to my children.

Running is a very interesting experience, a few laps down, in addition to sweating, panting, there are many other feelings, these feelings are sometimes very strange, sometimes strange thoughts, sometimes some strange memories that do not belong to me, sometimes it is a sudden sense of vicissitudes, it feels like I have lived for eternity, the sea has changed, and I still haven't changed, sometimes some strange words suddenly appear in my mind, sudden comfort and pathos, the heavens descend to Godhead, sometimes I can hear distant echoes, The cry of war, the joy of singing and dancing, the most wonderful in the world.

Most directly, it was beside me, I could hear the wheezing on the runway and the pounding of their hearts, I could hear their bones rubbing against the flow of body fluids, I heard their sweat falling to the ground kissing the dirt, I heard the lovers in the stands talking sweetly and kissing fiercely, I heard the carnival on the grass in the distance, the beer colliding, the white foam splashing through the air, like a bullet breaking through the air, I heard the people who went to bed early grinding their teeth, I heard the tapping of the keyboard up and down and overlapped with each other, I heard the workers reciting on the rooftop, I heard the pen in the study room crackling on the ground, I heard the piano in the piano room and didn't want to stop, it came and went, I heard the crayfish in the pond pulling the catfish carcass, tearing, rolling, roaring. I heard the sound of walking, noise, honking, leaves caressing, tide insects turning over the soil. I hear the sound of singing and dancing in the direction of the city, I hear the burning fire in the hearth in the direction of the countryside, the chirping of the four birds, I hear the whispering of the earth, echoing in my ears, in the distance, in the past, and in the future.

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