My brother pulled out the hairpin from my head and opened a new one carefully.
Monthly magazine. After reading the catalogue, he rolled it up, held it in his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Ying,
You are too silent. You haven't heard from me for a year. "
I mused and smiled.
Yes, it's too silent! However, I can't and won't steal time from my busy schedule; Pretending
Write something casually, artificially, for the purpose of entertainment.
The sick god took pity on me and gave me the most leisurely and quiet seven days.
Apart from taking medicine several times a day, it is bitter, and I don't think there is a moment.
Not immersed in a little pleasure. -The courtyard is silent. The pillow is cold. warm
The sun shone on the pale yellow wall through the reed curtain. Dense shadows of trees in the breeze
Shake it slowly There are good birds singing outside the window from time to time. At this time, everything in the world was abandoned.
Isolated from the world, one room is the universe, and the sounds of flowers, shadows and trees are full of mystery. It is the rarest in a year.
Oh, it's a pity that there are only seven days!
At dusk, my brother came back, the music started and the silence was suddenly broken. It was dark.
Green silk, covered with lights, everything in the room is cool, like a tragedy.
Curtain Seeing my exquisite white dress in the mirror, I feel ethereal and mysterious quietly. Top priority
The ukulele in the corner is trembling, raw and playing slowly. Two voices, different from each other.
Tone, gradually one. From melodious to wan zhuan; When it is high and slow,
Throbbing me, I feel infinite disappointment and anxiety.
Children are so cute. In my sleep, they sneaked in and put down some flowers.
It's gone again. My little brother put it in a bottle and put it on the bed while I was asleep.
On the edge. -I caught a glimpse of yellow and white, unknown flowers, lined up
A small bottle of light green. ..... The original is not very fragrant, and every flower contains innocence.
Friendship.
Rest all day, and the time between sleeping and waking is unclear. Sometimes in the middle
At night, I feel completely refreshed. Listen to the sound of thunder and rain. Every time lightning strikes,
The golden bell flower on the windowsill is reflected on the curtain lightly and clearly, and soon disappears.
Let's go The afterimage is very clear and printed on my meninges. I saw the lightness of "nature"
Ink painting, this is the first time.
With permission, he came out to evacuate at dusk. Light and cold. A slow pace
Suddenly, the consciousness is very weak, and there is an unspeakable pleasure in the weakness. This scene is just right.
If I was on a boat when I was a child, I have no memory at all. My mother told me.
-everyone is dizzy, and I ignore it alone. I went on deck to see the sea.
Concentrated on it, I felt a turn from time to time and sat on the deck, thinking it was new.
Fresh and interesting. I keep laughing every time I sit down, and I will get up after laughing. I hope.
Fell down again. It's been more than ten years, and I don't want to take pleasure in weakness. So far.
Don't change.
A friend wrote to express his condolences to me. He said:
"East wave cloud' idle because of illness is not evil', I am also a good patient all my life, so I know I can.
Q: Leisure is really a lot of work. ..... If you can have a rest, I will occasionally read the Vimalakīrti Classic.
What's more, the goddess can tell all the diseases of all living beings, and her own diseases can't be cured! Fear of interference
God, I dare not. "