Ride. Walk on Hechuan Road at the end of April.

Smell osmanthus. Incense, the cold wind blows me, the sun warms me, and in front of me is a bicycle path intertwined with sunlight and tree shadows.

As I stopped under the uphill traffic light in front of me, the breeze came, and the black fruit from the osmanthus tree hit my forehead and back.

When there's no wind, it's hot.

For a while, ride. Hurry up and catch the strong wind, and the ears will be full of salsa rattling, and the osmanthus flowers that fall from the tree will increase, like rain, falling on the face and still living. Hurt.

...

Early in the morning, still sleeping a moment ago. I can't in my dreams. Self. Pull when the alarm clock is strong. When I woke up, my brain was still in a daze. In the blindfold.

Cover the curtains and clip on and on the wall. There is a bright light in the corner, and it can be seen through at once. Brightened up the room by a few brighter hours.

From the soundproof window, there was a noisy human voice, accompanied by soft and melodious music, and at that moment my heart sank. Dip. In it. face, I don't even want to move.

There will be some particularly serene tranquility.

The anxious heat carries the osmanthus flowers. Incense, walking on the top of the small bridge in the 31-degree sun, the laurel tree and the construction site in front of the eye are completely shrouded in a bright white light.

...

On the 18th floor of this 21-story building, she bought watermelons from the supermarket when she returned.

I met the second uncle in front of the parking lot under their building.

She was a little unsure until she identified the tall nephew standing next to him.

The son of the second uncle took the just done. After the operation, the second uncle's family opened. The car is small. Sister. Home, that is, the downstairs of her house.

I used to be neighbors when I was in my hometown, but now in Changshi, it's still upstairs and downstairs.

The 9-year-old son of the little brother's family, young. Sister. Home of 10 and 15 year old sons.

Three big families, in this 115-square-meter house, 2 children dangling around looking for food.

The atmosphere was lively.

She chatted with the second uncle about his hand. At the time of the operation, I specifically asked her opinion for some things.

Later, it is inevitable to say more about her boyfriend.

After all, it's the most. Relatives, a family stays together and is very lively.

SIT ON THE COUCH AND WATCH TOM AND JERRY WITH THE TWO CHILDREN.

What I just talked about is in full swing, and there is still some room left in the brain.

It's been a long time since she's said that. Refreshing. Finish.

I sat in the back of the sofa and watched TV for a while.

She looked past her father who was talking to the young. Sister. Talked a lot about things in the fields of my hometown.

She suddenly felt that this time would definitely be worth remembering in the future.

It was very lively at noon, and at 17:53 in the afternoon, it was raining heavily outside the window, so she deliberately opened the window a little bigger.

The cold wind blows. to her body. At that moment, it was as if I had encountered a continuous autumn wind in the wilderness.

There is a bit of a bleak feeling.

Looking down from the 19th floor, it's all white. Hazy world.

The sound of the high-speed train running across several buildings, the mother is frying in the kitchen. Dry. Rice.

But I don't think it's lively anymore, and I feel special in my heart when it's quiet. Stuffy.

Just watched a familiar female during graduate school. Classmate's WeChat:

40 minutes of new store got,

She carried it in her hand. With two bags of machi,

Positioned in TX Huaihai.

She still felt a little bored in her heart, and at this time she shouted to her mother in the kitchen: It's almost time to eat.

"It'll be right away."

It came from a long distance.

The gray day is approaching the evening, and it is not lively all at once.