Sometimes I want to end a life, but I always have this thought, and many years have passed without me realizing it.
Milan Kundera also wrote the plot of the novel "Poison Makes People Free". The dangerous beauty lies dormant at the bottom, and little bits of fear are shaken out with sweat, until it tells life.
I told Kurosawa Hikaru that I was about to leave Inner Mongolia. The singer sat silently in the last seat in the room. There were also the lights of the small city in the light and shadow of dawn. She would lean her face into my arm and stare into the distance; I felt
Compared with the previous ones, the last one is neither more true nor more false; I think that the meaning of things may change at each moment, and the penitent person remains the same.
I think I am also a little neurotic, and I always accept life as it is and ignore it. At this time, the waiter hired by the public relations asked me, do you like drinking Mexican food?
I said, because of Hemingway, I still like white label whiskey. Xiaoji, how much do you drink?!
The singer then said, I just want glenfiddich and 7-Up, and even better, add some crushed ice.
Just when I was washing in the bathroom, Li Zhi called me from Zhangjiajie and said a few words. Will you come back? I will. What about you? I asked him. He said, life is too monotonous, can you stop by to see me?
I apologized, yes. Besides, I only visited him in July. When Li Zhi hung up the phone, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt that other people were the whole world. They were like very thin glass, very fragile substances.
But in front of it, some people are happy and some are sad; it can also reflect the whole world. It can restore light and darkness. So, I said to Kurosawa Hikaru. Singers do not use this to exchange for capital in life, but use it to express their inner soul.
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The singer believes that whether we live happily or not depends on fate and life, and has nothing to do with idleness. She finds that Chinese culture seems to be subverted in this simplification of everything, disconnection and connection; she understands that non-ready-made occurrences occur in non-places
It's a 卮yan.
When I returned to the last position, the host changed the performance and began to interact with the customers in the hall. On such a night, with the extra emotional background music playing, I actually felt a bit unreal. I have now
Habits are gradual. Maybe aging is like this. If you pick up the flowers in the morning and evening, you can know their appearance. At this moment, the singer came to me after taking off her makeup. She sat in front of me and asked for a light sthelementh. At this time, the host
Someone suddenly called me and said, Hello, handsome guy No. 75! Do you like our program?
I said, I like it. All the programs are amazing.
Thank you. Do you have anything to say to all our listeners? For example, 1 night qing or something like that.
I'm still a virgin, I said. I found myself feeling too happy to miss Shu. I heard her chuckle.
I wasn't going to tell these stories. I added that I wanted to tell her that I was always here.
I found my Kia in the garage early in the morning. The car door opened. The singer didn't get in immediately, but stood there and looked at me. I said I'll see you off. She nodded and got into the front seat. The road is not far, and it won't be long.
When I got to her house, I waved to her. The singer said, "Would you like to go upstairs with me?" I shook my head and said to her, "I can't go up there." But the singer unexpectedly ran towards me. She was a little sad and sobbing slightly.
I hugged her tightly and said, what's wrong?
Later, I caressed her cheeks, the collar of her black silk shirt, and her slender collarbones. Her skin was exuding the smell of perfume, smoke and other unspeakable smells. I put my nose to her ears, I wanted to remember Her taste, although this is such an uncertain thing. I don't want to see you. I said. She said, I want you. She burst into tears again. Why is this? She pinched my arm suddenly, but Then he asked hesitantly: I will leave this lonely city and go to Beijing the day after tomorrow. But, can you come with me?
I suddenly asked myself why I didn't dare to approach her even though I was obviously embarrassed.
I vaguely remember suddenly asking myself: Should I go to Beijing with her?
At that time, I looked at her retreating back and really wanted to confess to her: I am very obsessed with you.
That night I dreamed of this singer I met:
We are all walking on the sea, and the children of God are dancing;
Later, her figure gradually became lighter and disappeared slowly.
I don’t know what to say. I want to say that maybe we looked at it as if we had seen it yesterday. Besides, nature has different colors every year. I only like autumn. Or I know that the scene of everything will be in full bloom soon. Replaced by masking. Only color diffuses.
And one evening a hundred years later
For example, some people leave,
Walking through misty streets, or
Walking through the beautiful square,
And from beginning to end, I sat in the last seat of the carriage and smoked quietly.
I saw them dropped by the roadside, they didn't change, they became muddy.
So to analyze it with my hesitant eyes, the spirit of seeing the end of the road alone is as light as a veil, charming and light, just like the beautiful makeup of a singer... not to mention that the waistline is getting lower and lower, so low that only flowers are left. , whereby they were cancelled. I remember as November 8th:
The singer looked at the starry sky above his head and then looked at the distance,
Suddenly he grabbed me and said, love me! Love me, okay?
The singer I Can't Forget said at that time, I won't allow you to forget me. My name is Li Ke, remember?
Then I held Li Dai's hand and walked through the dim lights. She said, that's it. Maybe the person I love is an illusion.
The smell of her body, because it is light, reminds people of primrose, white wood, and yellow freesia.
Therefore, I think perfume is a woman's second skin. I like all kinds of different scents.
We see those women who like to have long hair often reserved and nostalgic; they may be women's dignity, thoughts and feelings; this is the most intuitive expression of love in such women. I found that their meanings are like those I have loved. People are very beautiful; we have no choice but to adapt to and extend it, just like logic falls in love with hidden sensibility, which has many colors and its feminine form; I think these are my impressions of Pisces girls; still confused, more Wu Luoliang, however, at 24:09 in the middle of the night, Li Dai sent me the last message: now is the farewell. I love you in the abyss. Goodbye!
This scene is just like the bright moon, which once illuminated a person's farewell.
I found beautiful branches. But the special thing about that back view,
It's about the distance, or the alternation of light and dark on a person's face.
Looking at these words, I went back to Xiuzhi and suddenly became sad;