I was lazy and ushered in the afternoon, and as for how to spend it, I was also thinking, I would not be silent in fantasy all the time. But when you think about it, it's really interesting.

A man running on a soccer field, sweating profusely, is the sun betting on me, and it bets that I will rest before running the target number. Don't take a break? I lowered my head and watched the sweat fall on the plastic runway, crystal clear and translucent, and hit the upper of the shoe heavily, not scattered like rain, and there was no water vapor, it just disappeared. I couldn't stop the sweat from getting into my eyes, I had to look up, it was so bitter and so bitter that I couldn't see the iron gate in the distance, and the surroundings were blurry, and the sun was no longer so dazzling, like a sparkling wave on the water, I thought, it was the water that weakened its ability, or maybe it gave me a little comfort. It won, I stopped there for a long time, that's a break, it's time to go back.

Between the trees, there is a gap for the sun, the sun shines on each leaf, the scattered spots of light never stay there honestly, the same is true for the body, I take a step, it retreats a little, like a wave pushing you forward, there will be ups and downs when there are more people, and it will continue to a place without it. I don't know what I'm thinking? Until the cold water attached to my face, I was awake like never before, there was no sweat, and there was no connection between them, and I dragged my tiredness, sat by the window of the balcony, and looked closely, everything became fresh, and the colors became more intense.

From time to time there are bird calls in the air, the sun has lowered their voices, and the sound waves are slowly transmitted to the ears with the air, is it desolate? My heart followed them into the desert, looking for food in an oasis full of thorns, I don't know how long I flew, my lips turned into chapped pieces, I fell into the air a hundred meters below me, and finally, I finally saw it. Like a falling stone, I fell vertically to the bottom of the thorny tree, looking up at the only fruit at the top of the tree, yes, the only one. I flew as hard as I could, until my wings lost sensation, until I couldn't hear a sound, and the target grew smaller and smaller, as if it was going to melt over time. Somehow, my feet were bleeding bright red, what's wrong with me? It turned out that one of my wings had been pierced by thorns, and it hung me from the waist of the tree, and the blood flowed to the base of the trunk, which was absorbed by it. I want to climb up, but I can't see my hands, only a pair of unconscious wings, I'm going to die, right? I smiled wryly and looked at the dense thorns around me, it really looked like a stairway to heaven! I can't see the blood dripping anymore, maybe it's drained.

Ladder? Hand? Wing? Not conscious? I understood, and with the last of my thoughts, I raised my other wing, slapped it vigorously on the thorn on my head, and pulled the lower wing, and just like that, I got closer and closer to the food, and I didn't have the slightest pain, even though the wings were already in tatters. I saw the fruit and picked it desperately, but the hard shell of the fruit made me unable to swallow it, I couldn't swallow it, it wasn't a stone! My vision slowly blurred, and looking at the red-dyed "staircase", I shouted, and the fruit fell into the abyss.

I shivered, how did I fall asleep, it turned out that it was a dream just now, well, I'll sleep again.

The birds returned to the trees, stretched their wings, and caught the afternoon sun.

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