Fire in the absence of the corridor looked dazzling collection of photos fused into a black oil droplets in the cement, the human form laughing shadow bear twisted black smoke curl up with the heat upsets the air staggered.
Heat upsets the air rickety, curtains and glass to a summer afternoon and we separated in the darkness, I felt two drops of sweat with the sound on the mat, there is no guide fingers to open the road winds along the walk hesitation . Just being open curtains in the wind Burton entered the golden light, suddenly fold from the mirror to us, accustomed to the bright dark eyes struggling, was in the mirror on the sweat of the flash bare skin stunned.
I was burning the last flash Stationery stunned, never anticipated the end of it would be so crazy, and some regret that settled in the past. Reminds me of jumping on the docks of the fire lighters, that vowed to "make a living before the ideal completely ruined the last pure land of Tibet again," a friend stumbled burst into the cabin, no further appearance. But when we lit the fire machine looking for his moment, we do understand that this ceremony is the best pure fire in the night is far louder than words.
Back when a car accident, as usual, there is blood and people should not point people to separate people who should not gather gather. Bedroom after midnight only bottle waiting for us. I advised the fellow to leave before the final wake me, wake up around without a silhouette, more note. Friends gone, he walked a few laps in the campus decided not to wake me up, he said, and then cry when the will let me know. We recognize very early, but not with those. Peek at the diary was later learned that he had quoted Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, the same as the curse foul language fluency, but also that the woman will admire him around. One month before graduation, his girlfriend and took one of my friend King, for which he became our friends, and Wang has left us. When burning the letter, he nearly tears fire quenching, and then came close to being beer choke.
No one corridor Jingde strange, summer hangover of people burst into song and Cold Night Acoustic slippers latrine seemed to always be harassment of your sleep, but this time in silence. I am a little angry, can not understand why the brothers had gone so crazy positions. I crossed out his name on the wall, they found the old man standing on the stairs porter looked at me, he is honest, and our frivolous opposition for four years, his patience may be because they know the final victory belongs to him. I know the go.
I saw at the Eastern entrance of the last 11 Building a lamp was turned off, a dark vision, I also heard that summer afternoon composite curtains, darkness fell, she asked: Are you in the end want? I remember I did not answer, perhaps because the dark I do not see her eyes, perhaps because the breathing to cover all the sounds, perhaps simply do not know the answer. Now want to come, if at that time think about, give answers, then perhaps I most want to get from her will not be from that moment to lose, just as at this time yellow jump's national crossroads, "what you want in the end," as if hanging lights at road junctions, there is no answer, a yellow light jumping, no matter how you Zuozhuanyouzhuan: The answer is pretty good at the chest, they belong to you in one direction only. But at the moment I just want to wait for my tomorrow's green light, from all the way back and forth, no longer complain.
Author: xiangdaipian
