After the fitness, you can take a cold bath and feel refreshed. Cook a meal, bring it into the room, sit on the floor and eat to your heart's content. Still like to play on the floor. Greedy for cold, under air conditioning, sitting or lying against the wall.
Dreams still have to be done.
The sunshine in the summer afternoon slowly shines into the room through the gap of the light blue curtain. With the warmth of sleepiness, I gradually hit, instantly filled my whole body, and I fell asleep in a daze.
Warm sunshine, not too big or too small, cool air conditioning, just the right temperature. Tired from exercise, full, sleeping deeply, forgotten by time.
It's another summer afternoon, and the sun is still warm. There are two rooms at home. One is my parents' room, near the south wall. The room is very small, with a double bed and always covered with bright red sheets. The bedside is a wedding photo of parents' youth. Having a unique computer and an extra small TV is a rarity that I dream of. There is also a small room opposite the restaurant.
My room.
A bookcase, a set of tables and chairs, a bed and a window. There are two trees outside the window, one is a willow, and the other is a French phoenix tree. There are cicadas buzzing and rumbling in the trees. There is a desk lamp and a pen container on the desk, and books are neatly placed in the drawer. By the way, there are red scarves and various gadgets on the ground floor. The bookcase is full of fairy tales, both Zheng and Yang.
My favorite is the night market. By the river, it's not so hot after sunset, and there are more and more people. Wuhan is rich in nightlife. The night market is very long and has everything. Food is sold on both sides of the road. The delicious iced red bean paste, the spicy fried flower shells that burst in the mouth, the northwest barbecue all over the street, the steaming spicy hot spicy soup, and the crayfish that have sprung up in summer are crowded with restaurants on both sides of the street. All you can see at will are drinks called buy-tremella mung bean soup, sour plum cold rice noodles powder. I don't know when I started selling fruit again. A car full of my own fruit fell to the ground, and a fragrant smell came to my nose.
There is everything in the night market. Temporary shops made of bamboo poles and barbed wire are hung with various commodity signs. At that time, ten-dollar films had not yet appeared, but there were quite a few mobile phone pendants with five or six pieces, numbered, written and animal. My favorite is the gun shop. Three or five dollars, a dozen bullets. Eliminating balloons of the same color is my greatest pleasure. Looking at people who miss a shot, I laugh at myself. Corresponding to the bursting of the balloon, I raised my hand and made a few chugs, full of pride.
Go straight ahead and you will find the river. The levee is very high, a few heads taller than me, and it is very difficult to climb it. You can see the long river when you turn it over, but it still takes a long time. Riverside greening is very good, with many trees, grass and large open space. There are kites flying in the air, and the most special one is a long kite with a light, like a centipede. Strings of strings gradually empty, reflecting the lights of Jiang 'an Bridge, like lines, dividing the dark blue transparent sky.
After the tidal period, the dam on the river bank can collapse. People who are blown by the wind have goose bumps. The riverside is Hankou, and the building is not that high. The lights on in the distance are just street lamps across the river bridge and the river. The river is very calm and flows slowly, occasionally causing small waves. The street lamp is a little dim, and there is a hilarious sound from the swimming pool on the beach. The evening breeze brought the salty smell of the river. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a light blue curtain hanging on the bedside window in the room, and the summer afternoon sun shone slowly into the room through the gap of the light blue curtain. It's a warm old smell.
Stay awake at all times.
The sun is starting to glare, so it's going down. In a trance, it is already four o'clock in the afternoon. When I woke up in a daze, the salty and wet smell brought by the breeze on the river was still there, but I only heard a word and couldn't go back.
Surrounded by the sun eight minutes ago, I dreamed of the summer eight years ago. I have a wall that recalls the old days, but I can't find the key.
Hmm. I can't go back.