I've always felt that the flowers in Matsue are blooming.

A rainy day in March came quickly, and when I looked up at the cloudy sky from a balcony in the big city once again, I told myself that I must not waste my time today.

Yes, people who are lonely at heart love rainy days, of course it doesn't rain now, but the wind blowing from the window is cold.

I used to think that Line 12 would be the two subway trains I took the most in recent years, and I didn't feel how shaky I stood on it every day when I went to work, and I liked that when it ran smoothly, I could do what I wanted to do without worrying about dizziness.

That was a few years ago, when the school was under construction, the school rented an apartment on Caobao Road, and I often rode a small broken car bought for 230 yuan to Guilin Road in order not to transfer to the subway, and I often rode a small broken car bought for 230 yuan to Guilin Road.

Cangwu Road is still a path that is basically demolished on both sides, crawling with moss. Deep. Hue. A low wall encloses it.

I often go back to my dorm at 8 p.m., and when I come back from the subway station, I'm very careful to see if there is anyone else on either side.

Because a senior sister told me last time that there are often some bad things here. People and they like tails. Sui, there is a woman. Raw bags were. Rob. Pass.

Big night. Yellow. Under the lamp, the shadows of the plane trees shining on the ground are a little dark. Hey, as soon as I got here, I was fierce. Strong. Ride. Cart.

Even if I don't take this road to work now, during this time, in order to maintain basic exercise, I like to hang out, and I still pass by occasionally.

The apartment rented by the school has long been demolished, and the construction sound on both sides is very loud, and it has been nearly a year since I moved here.

I didn't expect this Line 9 to have such a big fate with me during this time in March.

When I first walked from Sheshan Station, I looked up and saw that the sky was thick. The dark clouds are a bit like rain, but when I came from home, I thought about bringing an umbrella.

Bring a mouth. Cover, took several bags of garbage in his hand, carried the bag, the person came down, the umbrella was still on the table, and when he walked to the big intersection of Tianlin Street, he remembered it, but he didn't want to take it.

I thought that even if it rained a little or something, she would be able to go shopping alone, and it was not like she hadn't experienced it.

It's on now. Hai's university hadn't opened, and when she came, she thought that people must be the same as last time.

Walking on the path from the subway station to the bus stop outside, there were many young people as big as her walking by. Share. Green. The breath of spring is coming.

The kind of heart that is bored at home for hours early in the morning is much better.

A year or two ago, when I went to Sheshan National Forest Park with my classmates, I seemed to have been here.

It was late summer and the sun was shining. Flatter. It happens that an association is holding mountain climbing activities here, and a lot of benchmarks have been set along the road.

It's a little stuffy, I can't stop walking in the mountains, and I have to try to avoid it. Child. After. Back. I was covered with a layer of sweat right away, and it was very uncomfortable.

When going down the mountain, Zhang Yue sat in the forest. Shade. In the bus stop on New Road.

It was as if the wind had suddenly risen, and the fallen leaves swirled in the air.

Zhu Jia said that this place is so remote, if you work here, it is better to go home, and it will take so long to wait for a bus.

Indeed, at that time I was sitting in it, and the right side of the road was far away then. Soft. Shun. The bend of the past, the future is surrounded by the dense forest. Pack. Circle. up.

I don't know how deep it is.

I felt that if I stayed here for a long time, I would be suffocated to death if there were few people, so I wanted to leave quickly.

In the multiplication. When I handed it back, I saw a lot of forest parks on both sides of the road, and the sun was shining. In this green world, there are still some. Quiet. I love the feeling of being deep.

It's not a little windy now, maybe it's the only place like it was then.

The temperature has risen to 278 degrees for the first two days, and last night a cold snap from Siberia came and dropped by 20 degrees.

I haven't fully adapted to it, and I still feel a little cold when I walk on the road.

If there is food on the journey, it must be far more fun than the attraction itself, there are hand-held cake trucks on the side of the road, and strawberries.

While I was waiting for the bus. Crack. After waiting at the stall for a minute, the man put the tenderloin that had been frying for several minutes. Meat. Wrap it and hand it to me, with some chili peppers and tomato sauce, and the cake is micro. Hard and looks. Mouth. Feel. It should be good.

There are many people, afraid. Transmit. Dye it and put it in the light. Mouth. In the bag, there is also some heat transferred to the inside of the clothes.

When I walked to the bus stop a few meters away, I had another bag of big strawberries in my canvas bag, and the prices in the suburbs were still very cheap.

I was thinking about it when I got to the botanical garden. Wash. Wash. Walking along. Eating had already woven that experience into her mind.

Sky. Hue. not bright, adding some atmosphere in it,

‘95、67’

‘95、67’

For fear of missing it, I have been silently reciting it in my heart several times,

What Songqing line, Jiasong line, have been here, and I haven't seen a number of buses coming, waiting for fast. Urgent. Die. Yes, the people next to her have been gone for several years.

On her right side of the place leaning against the stop sign, the couple has been waiting like themselves since they came, and the two of them are chatting quite happily.

In fact, she originally thought that if she was not tired when she came back, she would walk for a while first and look at the scenery on both sides of the road.

Waited a while, male. She didn't come here, she simply didn't want to go on like this, it is estimated that even if she gets off the car, the finger cakes will not taste good.

Maybe it's a rain and a tide before. Wet. The concrete floor and the flower beds on the side of the road were darkened.

At this time, in the eyes of a young man of twenty-four or five who came out of the subway station,

From the time she came sideways, her one. Smear. Side. Face. Let his eyes stay on hers. Beautiful. Shadow. For a long while, this one carried it. Deep. Green. Hue. The girl in the canvas bag.