Every morning and evening, I am lucky to have a beautiful woman today, and I hate myself.
I have seen countless beautiful women in my life. Today, in an alley, I happened to see a graceful woman holding an oil-paper umbrella. Just a faint glance set off a bloody storm in my heart. Looking at the back of her departure, I don't know whether it is from time to time or at the time of parting. Following all the way, I saw her walk into an alley, which is the legendary fireworks and rain alley, where women are beautifully dressed and show their charm. But I'm a little sorry for her innocence, that's all. I should have turned around and left. Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice, which was wet in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems that the kitten is tickling, and I feel sorry for it.
A word caught her off guard. Please come in and sit down. I don't know why, maybe she was possessed by a demon and went in with her. Through the long corridor, my eyes have been staring at her back, thin I want to hug her, reluctant to hurt her, just want to encircle her waist with fine sand. There is no powder in the room, only the smell of unknown wild flowers that just opened in the morning. I don't know what to say. She lit a cigarette skillfully and looked at me in surprise. Maybe she was embarrassed and went out in a panic. I waved and said, it doesn't matter. Her face was flushed and she said with the usual shyness of her daughter's family, guest, business has been sluggish recently, and my mother said, if this continues, we will close the door. I'm a prostitute, so where should I go? therefore ...
I interrupted her. I don't want her to come to me because of life. Actually, I found her. She is smart enough to know that I am interested in her. It turns out that she is just an ordinary woman, but I think too much. I thought she would be different. I thought she was an innocent daughter's house and wanted to redeem it in such a short time. But just now, I thought it was wrong for me to do that. If she is used to this kind of life, let's continue to live by it. She walked slowly towards me as if she were dying. She gently tore off her coat, revealing a large white skin. I am busy covering my eyes with my sleeves. You can't shout.
I am busy dressing her in a panic. The air seems suffocating, and women are ashamed and anxious. She whispered, my little girl has nothing to repay, that's all. If you think I insulted you, I apologize. I didn't seem to hear it, so I pointed to the xylophone beside me. Can you play one for me? She just walked over, light and confident. At the end of the song, I just shouted casually. I said, I'll come to you later. I am a poet and need inspiration, and your music inspired me. She was so excited that she repeatedly thanked her. After that, I will go to her. Since then, I have been brewing emotions, and she played music there. I sometimes have a headache, and he will light a cigarette for me to relieve fatigue. She said that the humidity south of the Yangtze River is too high. I said with a smile, but the sun and moon in the south of the Yangtze River are beautiful and cruel.
She asked me blankly: where is the beauty of the sun and the moon in Jiangnan? I jokingly said: shoulder to shoulder with you. She blushed and said, can you accompany me to see the sun and moon in the south of the Yangtze River? I called her nickname: tomorrow. She said coquetry, okay Okay, I'm dubious. Tomorrow, this name, only I know. Slowly, we are inextricably linked. Tomorrow's birthday is coming, and I want to redeem her to give her a surprise. My friend found me a job, which is to accompany Mr. Xiang's youngest son. But the little childe's mind is all about eating, drinking and being merry, and Xiang Ye also turns a blind eye. It is said that the little boy hijacked a woman outside and came back to be a concubine.
And I haven't been able to go out to my host's house, thinking that the money is almost enough, and I am very excited. Slowly, the little boy changed sex, and the house has always inherited the romantic nature of the little boy. It's the first time for wannabe to see this boy so serious. But the woman refused, and the son didn't want to force her, so he decided to wait for her consent. I overheard that women like reading poems and playing the piano. But my son has no ink in his stomach, so he asked me to write poems for him. I didn't want to promise, but my son was kind to me and thought I was leaving, so I agreed. Just a few days before I left, I heard a familiar piano sound coming from a room, and I couldn't control my steps. Looking from a distance, I trembled all over. It's tomorrow, it's her.
Seeing that she is dressed elegantly, thin and plump, she wants to forget me and is full of pain. Leave in a hurry and disappear in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In other words, tomorrow is boring, looking at the love poem in my hand: I am lucky to have a beautiful woman today and hate myself. After a while, the writing paper in her hand was soaked with tears, and she ran wildly, but without any purpose. The line of sight is fixed on the inscription of the poem: aim. Love Ming, love tomorrow.