I remember that the weather was good, the afternoon, there is sunshine, the sun is through the screen window outside the yard outside the canopy of the tree between the branches of the gap, lazily drifting down on the ground, the wall, the screen window, the formation of a flickering bright spot, changing the posture with the rhythm of the light wind whisked by.
At that time, I was reading a book, the book has this line of the old poem: Ying YingYiYiYi water, pulse not say. I looked up again and looked out the window, mind, gave birth to a few points of helplessness. I don't know what kind of mind is helpless.
I remember an old movie, about a few young people, is a man man between the friendship and betrayal, the same also many years later, the years passed, and again back to the old place, in the face of the former deception, the old age, the old age, the death of the dead.
Between people, the distance is huge and far away. So it's better not to talk, to pretend to have a heart for each other, and to meditate in each place to know each other.
When it was the age of "for the new words strong sadness", I can not say why I will look at that book, will read that paragraph of the text, it has been remembered to the present day. Well, the years, slowly calmed the mind, has not been to think much more than the birth of the mind.
Remember that there are two words at the end of the world and at the end of the world, and later, there is not get, often beautiful words.
Surplus water, pulse not to speak. So, I remember so much.
A song that is repeated over and over again, already do not remember how many times in the play, because of time, familiar melody, and beautifully penned lyrics, rotten to the core.
Back then, the singer already had a head of shoulder-length hair, a huge head shake, out of the voice expression, is no one else's emotion, and even later countless other singers interpretation, but no one can reach his height.
Later, many years later, the singing world suddenly had a "go heart" this term, said the singing people do not win with skill, but the expression of emotion. In my opinion, only after years of silence, the songs that still resonate are truly "heartfelt".
The singer still has long hair and a big head, but he doesn't sing the same songs anymore. By the way, after all these years, his neck still hasn't grown, it's still so short, as if the huge head, directly on the shoulders.
Like the mischievous and beautiful female voice, aural call for pleasure, especially when singing about love.
Both nervous and interesting, seemingly disdainful and very dry search to find, like you just can not catch me to find me, catch to catch, find to find, this is love. That time of the year, there is a green flavor of the fragrance unceasingly.
We have been so simple and transparent, many years ago as the song sung in that. Or sitting in the sunset at the end of the lane, or sitting in the summer night has been no one square, or hand in hand, hand looking for hand, in the dense forest path, as if everything has been static. Back then, this was love.
Years ago, a summer, a period of years, a period of days in a forest of trivialities, and people, all formatted out of the brain, even the day with the night, but also doubt.
Doubt was doubt, and after a few hours of confusion, I was certain that it was day, not night, not a sight seen through my eyes. The sky is light during the day, and dark at night - this, I pressed on.
After asking several people, the answer was positive.
After wobbling and measuring the gray pavement with his feet, he came to the nearest and most lively place, a large open space, a square dance is also a paradise for children ......
The dream is still clear and persistent. On one side of the corner of the sky, there are still bright flashes, hiding in the jungle-like complex, habit, I looked at the time, I said to myself: it's time for dinner.
Intuitively, eating at this hour, by midnight, would wake me up hungry again.
My memories are always of summer. It was summer, and the colors on the street changed to be more colorful as the temperature rose, and a certain popular style of dress, which looked beautiful or not on the street, well-proportioned or not well-proportioned women, basically wore it.
Plaid, white or other colors. In school, the girls who love to look pretty, wear it that way.
There is a girl who likes red, also wearing such a piece, so every time you see in the crowd, the heart will thump, but also hide from others to not let others find their sight, while appearing to be unintentional darted a glance, a glance is firmly in mind.
I think the youth of that year, also printed in that summer, that refreshing short hair under the red dress.