(a)

The hostess suddenly felt delirious. Fight for her youth. She's been draining a lot of her mind. At this moment, I encountered the knock of "Senior Brother" again.

What's more, there is a "chief" old eight-strand light bulb that is almost never extinguished day and night, contrasting with the darkness of her sleep.

Although she felt that running every morning would help her to read, she was so ashamed that she almost began to cry. If a person tells you that you are crazy, you may laugh at it. The second person will tell you again, and the third person will ,...... All the way up to the people around you. In the rest of the silence, do you think you are really crazy?

Therefore, Chang Xia, who had a good sleep, was so anxious that he lost sleep. "That innocent sleep, the sleep that weaves together the mess of anxieties, the bathing of the weary, the ointment of the wounded soul, the richest dish of nature, the main nourishment of the prolongation of life." Shakespeare's sleep is gone.

Her sleep had become a rusty door that could only be pushed open; Sleep is like an insurmountable iceberg; Sleep became a castle that could only be conquered during the war years.

When she suffers from insomnia, her body is a fuzzy foreign body. She ordered it to sleep, but it ignored it. It harasses the brain. The brain is like an owl in the night, standing vigilantly, listening to the ticking of the clock. Countless seconds lined up around the perimeter, like phosphorus teeth. In a moment of frustration, the inactive seconds were lined up in the passing grid.

Restless, almost jumping. Hold yourself down, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep...... Odysseus hid himself under the belly of a fat sheep and got out of the man-eating monster hole.

It's a pity that the flock didn't bring fat sleep to Chang Xia. The sound of dripping water from the faucet in the small bathroom is amplified clearly and quietly. There is also the sound of A-Ying's grinding teeth. The despair cooled like ashes, and I wanted to cut myself off like a leek.

Although the night is squeezed by insomnia...... But when the alarm clock rings in the morning, it bounces off the bed like a spring. How dare you slow down and delay sleeping? It is a priest who is dwelling on his sins and cannot be washed away.

I didn't have the energy to run anymore, so I listlessly carried the book to the basement, where the big monks and the young monks were sitting. It was like a piece of warm and cold grass cracking in my brain. Cruelly clear, but those letters, quickly drifted away with the fog.

If you sleep happily all morning, why are your eyes so old and godless? The frame of the scarecrow moves numbly. But no one dares to let go of their shackles. The natural sleep that was nurtured from the body as a sin during the day was treated as an alienation by these "stowaways" in the basement.

At noon, I ate egg fried rice outside, my mouth was dry, and I stretched out my trembling hand to take the mung bean paste on the table and rushed it into the cup. Holding the cup in both hands, she drank it slowly, making her feel a kind of full warmth, and her body seemed to be really unable to support it.

(b)

Back in the dormitory, put on my bag and sit on the bed. Looking out the window, a few mountain bees buzzed around on the tree leaning on a black tree.

The weather is a little warmer today, so the bees are out again. Around the treetops, fluttering their wings, humming and singing a song similar to Zhuangzi's "Getaway".

Chang Xia sat on the edge of the bed, holding the cup belly with both hands, tilting his head slightly, and looking at it in a daze. A wet shadow detached from her body.

Shanfeng doesn't have to carry a heavy schoolbag to the library all day like me, looking at the library like a wooden stake for a day, fighting for the unknown future!

Her peers have long been fathers and mothers, have a house and a car, and shout in the workplace, while she is still doing what eight or nine-year-old elementary school students do———— reading books, taking exams! Looking for a future that doesn't know if it belongs to her.

Mountains, you enjoy yourself. The mountain breeze swims on your wings. The branches are the place where you play. Serve for life without seeing what it has done. We are enslaved by the unknown, but we can't find the face of this monster.

The mountain bee, if you want, you can, you can still see the mountains, hear the wind, see the sun sink every day, see the seasons rotate, if he wants to, he can fly into people's homes, see husbands and wives busy preparing dinner in the kitchen after work; You can also fly into high-rise buildings and see the white-collar workers in suits.

And she couldn't see anything, from the outside world suddenly fell into this small room on the hillside, and every day she saw only books, and other than that, the words on the books.

She used her body as a slave, whipped and trampled. But it was her body, after all, and she heard its snort.

What kind of life do you live? Squatting in the toilet every morning to coax him to sleep, eating at a time accurate to the second, walking on the road like flying, and changing a set of clothes in the mirror seems to have committed a great sin.

Getting up is like an arrow being shot, minute by minute, minute by second, all counting. All the time, the alarm clock ticks in the ear. And the terrible insomnia, it's a devil.

She was like a slave, driven away by the bell, go, go! I'm tired, I'm tired, really tired!

Being a bee is happier than me.

At noon, I rested in bed for twenty minutes, rang the bell, followed the inertia of jumping, jumped up from the bed, and was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes, and I had to get up from the bed. After Chang Xia jumped up at noon that day, she fell heavily on the bed again.

The world has abandoned her. She was tired, and she was carrying a heavy reins under her neck and on her back. It was hardly hers, it was clearly someone else who used it to make cement slabs. Her whole body was crushed under the cement slab.