When the wind is strong, clothes begin to sway with the wind. Although there is no sense of security, it undoubtedly accelerates the air drying process. Washing clothes is not a pleasant process, but at this moment, I am very satisfied with the result. Whether the clothes are dry or not, just like washing in the past, they are brand new. There is also a pair of shoes washed together, bathed in the glory of the wall more vividly. That's my favorite sports shoes, which is very suitable for my personality and my pursuit. The color of shoes is my favorite blue, which reveals my mind. You can tell where a person is going by the shoes he wears. This is what Forrest Gump said, as if I were a little stupid.
My hometown is a rainy and humid place. Without such a roof, I can bask alone. Sometimes, I feel lonely and the weather is so good. Loneliness and fine weather are like Boya and hippo chefs. Although my smile is not obvious, I know it is always on my face. Clean yourself up a little. If I can be full of youth, I will not refuse. So when this spring comes, I am already looking forward to summer, which can make me wear little but very comfortable, and at the same time, I can wear red, green, fresh and flamboyant. It seems that all the youth in my memory is in summer. I always like to hold on to the tail of youth.
Last year, actually, just a few days ago. In winter, in order to keep out the wind, I covered the glass window without curtain cloth with a layer of newspaper. In the following days, looking at the window became reading newspapers. The window that is not tightly sealed always keeps the newspaper ringing on windy nights. That smell often gives people a sense of stumbling. I have to live in seclusion with thick clothes. To this day, I can tear them off and put the bright sunshine in them. I tore a small piece first and wanted to keep the rest private. But I don't think that's enough. I just don't leave it at all, tear it up completely-let more sunshine and purer spring breeze in.
Getting up early to run is not as beautiful as the chicken soup for the soul says. At least in this warm and cold season, the wind in the morning is in sharp contrast with the warmth in the bed, and any smart person knows what to do. I can only say that I am stupid, but at the same time I get more morning light. At the corner of a road, I gradually smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus, which is in season. There are birds singing and shadows on the branches, and weeping willows in the street that have not withered in winter. A closer look shows that the bud has come out. The buds of winter jasmine are jumping out, and the yellow flowers have already opened in a hurry. I always have no time to look for spring, and spring has fallen in front of me.
Dawn is getting earlier and earlier, and I prefer to run in the swaying morning light, so that I can run alone. When a person runs under bright lights, he always feels that he is putting on a show, and such behavior should be natural, without evaluation and audience. My body is moving, and so is my mind. During that half hour, I could think of everything, even my whole body was moving, trying to understand more things that I couldn't understand in my daily life. Without interference, even if you think of boring things, you can draw the most reasonable truth.
I have heard a saying that reading and running are indispensable, one is the flexibility of the body, the other is the flexibility of the mind, and the two complement each other. In my opinion, apart from these two things, how can music be lacking in life? But listening to music and running, I feel silly, blurring the two and damaging them. When the words of life lose their meaning, only by adding melody can a simple life add carefree interest.
It's always nice to bask in the sun and listen to music on such a morning. Music is always easy to touch the nerves and accidentally fall into a certain trend of thought, which belongs to love and poetry. Reality is easily overlooked, and I like this temporary distance.
Under the action of wind and sunshine, clothes and shoes are easy to dry, and the expression of youth seems to be smiling at the sunshine. To the touch, it still carries the afterheat of the sun. I really hope that time stays at this moment, and life stays at this moment. Although there is a more beautiful spring, I don't want to see the sunset and the night.
Whenever I see the setting sun, I always feel sad. Every New Year, I can't help sighing. Life is so easy to get old, I am even afraid of dying step by step, never to see the sun again, and never to wear clothes that have been sunburned. The most beautiful life and time must be full of sadness, because if you go too far, there will always be hidden sadness waiting; Even the loneliest life must be hidden, because at the end of winter solstice, there are always dead trees coming in spring.