summer's day
Since yesterday evening under the rain, perhaps a real declaration of an end this summer.
In this hot raging end, my friends and I made a short trip. In the fast train from Shanghai to Nanjing, I looked at electronic display boards marked the outdoor temperature from 50 degrees has been falling to 40,30, and my heart has been true of a sudden coolness. And this thinking tremble, when I get off from the Wuxi station, face a burst of cool air with the looting of the rain before, turned into a true empathy.
To stay the night in Suzhou, in the alleys that imitation garden-style inn, in a quiet and narrow around the house, I listened to the rain from small to big, playing in the eaves on the sound, crisp, cold voice, what what is a revive a feeling of Jiangnan's Choice. Up in the morning first thing, open screens, so that a roomful of congratulatory Chen taste moments vanish. Misty dazzling plants in the yard, hanging drops gratifying.
How long has this feeling, and Pisan hair down, no longer just be the breeding neck sweat. A person sitting in the living room, you can hear the sound of the wind in the feet walk, a brisk wind blowing through the skin itch, people can Chenxia Lai, there is no impetuous.
The summer seems far away, but it seems it is not. Although the memories are not immune to every summer, pale and bored, but this year it seems more like a white summer above the same day after day I write a daily schedule. I almost could have relaxed to the point where the illusion every day facing the computer sluggish, begging for the next minute, so that an unknown wave ripped through my body.
A book said, a trance to help purify the thought. But this statement is definitely not suitable in the summer. High temperatures might be able to trance I was dead in minutes, even if the exposure to the abusive practices under the air-conditioning, in the filtered air, I can still for me a little sad death of brain cells. Maybe I'm really mad too, at least, is off dementia, because I fall, is being revived.
But the memory of summer, sweating feeling, the feeling of self-torture in the sun, spiritual feeling of near collapse and want to curse the thrill of opening, but this is not a writing gimmick.
During the day and friends met online, his first sentence did not throw me a surprise the phrase "ah you're at home," but a sigh: days finally cool down呀.
I think we are all waiting for a long time bar, but there's also subconscious sad farewells.
Perhaps, in the summer really be over.
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