Afternoon sunshine square dance

I remember the weather was fine that day. In the afternoon, the sun is shining. Sunlight drifts lazily on the ground, on the wall and on the screen window through the cracks in the branches and leaves of the tree crown in the courtyard outside the screen window, forming a flashing bright spot and changing the rhythm of posture with the breeze.

At that time, I was reading a book. There was such an ancient poem in the book: Ying Ying is easy to water, and her pulse is silent. I looked up at the window again, and in my mind, I was a little helpless. I don't know what I think.

I remember an old movie about several young people, which was the friendship and betrayal between men and women. Similarly, many years later, as the years passed, they returned to the old place again, facing the previous deception, getting old and dying.

The distance between people is huge and far away. So it's better not to talk, pretend to have each other in your heart and try to figure out each other everywhere.

At that time, I was at the age of "worrying about adding new words", and I couldn't tell why I read that book, so I read that paragraph and remember it until now. Fortunately, the years have gradually calmed my mood and stopped thinking about giving birth to me.

I remember two words, Tianya Zhichi, Tianya Zhichi. What you can't get later is often beautiful words.

Between water and water, there are no words. So, I remember so much.

A song is repeated over and over again. I can't remember how many times it was played, because of time, familiar melody and beautiful lyrics.

At that time, the singer wore a long shawl and had a huge head. His voice expressed feelings that others did not have, and even countless other singers performed later, but no one could reach his height.

Later, many years later, the word "mind wandering" suddenly appeared in the music industry, saying that singers do not win by skill, but express their feelings. In my opinion, only after many years, when everything is silent, can the song come back and be truly "distracted".

The singer still has long hair and a big head, but she never sang that song again. By the way, after many years, his neck still hasn't grown out, and it's still so short, like a huge head, directly on his shoulders.

I like naughty and nice female voices, which are nice, especially when singing love.

Nervous and interesting, seemingly disdainful and simple look around, as if you just can't catch me, can't find me, grab me and look around, this is love. At that time, there was a green smell of wheat straw.

We are all so simple and transparent, just like the song sang many years ago. Or sitting in the alley of the sunset, or sitting in the empty square on a summer night, or holding hands and looking for hands, on the dense tree-lined path, it seems that everything is still. At that time, this was love.

Many years ago, a summer, a period of time, a trivial matter, and people were all formatted from their minds, even day and night, and they were confused.

Doubt belongs to doubt. After several hours of confusion, I'm sure it's day, not night, not what I see in my eyes. It's bright during the day and dark at night ― I don't believe it at all.

I asked several people and got a positive answer.

After measuring the gray road with my feet, I came to the most lively place near home, a large open space, which is a square dance and a paradise for children. ...

That dream is still clear and stubborn, but I suddenly lost my sensitivity to reality. On the horizon, there are glittering buildings hidden in the jungle. Habitually, I looked at the time and said to myself: It's time to eat.

Intuitively, if you eat at this time, you will wake up hungry at midnight.

My memory is always in summer. It was a summer, and with the temperature rising, the colors on the streets became more colorful. Some fashionable clothes, women who look beautiful or not on the street, and women with symmetrical and asymmetrical bodies have basically worn them.

Plaid, white or other colors. At school, girls who love beauty are dressed like this.

There is a girl who likes red. She also wears such clothes, so every time she sees it in the crowd, her heart will be pounding. While hiding her sight from others, she seems to glance at it inadvertently and remember it at a glance.

I think the youth of that year was also printed in that summer, under the refreshing short hair and in the red clothes.