The author has something to say: Hello everyone, I'm... Xiaobu has no internet today but still has a list task, so I just wrote a little on behalf of it.
I really didn't know what to write, so I flipped through the computer and found something I wrote before. Although I feel so ashamed, I should post it.
my business. It's all tiny things.
It seems to be snowing these two days. The weather is gloomy. Open the window. The cold air is a bit false.
Yet so true. Surrounded by layers. Breathless.
Um. It was said that I would no longer listen to Faye Wong. How did you find this song.
Sometimes a lover has a false name.
"Unknowingly, everything was set up early"
when someone is by our side. We will not know where the difference is.
But only one day without contact. I found myself a little overwhelmed.
At noon, inexplicably recalled the hug you sang that day.
So I went to find an accompaniment in the afternoon. Um. Sing to yourself to play.
"Take off the mask of the long day and run to the realm of dreams
Midnight in the Pumpkin Carriage Put on the Fairy Tale Glass Slipper"
"The oath asked of you is your lie
I need the solace of love, even if that love is like a tidal wave"
I only know.
There is one person. Love me.
will my hand. hold tight.
"A night alone. My heart. Where should it be placed."
I listen to Xiao Yaxuan. Suddenly think of you.
You said you like listening to men sing. Well, now I think it's really reliable for Lin Youjia to sing.
Sometimes I feel like it's hard for us to choose our own lives. Any time. anywhere.
But at least you can choose who you like. right.
Do you remember. That year we sat on the ping pong table in the playground. One person and one earphone listen to Fang Datong.
Look at the gray sky and the big floating clouds.
The sun gave the clouds a gleaming edge.
There was a soothing rhythm in the air, and the cicadas chirped and gleamed in the ears.
Everything seemed so beautiful.
I thought I didn't remember. But how could I not remember.
those memories. But something more luxurious than money.
Although I know that those summers, like youth, can't come back.
Those feelings can only be laughed at.
"Inspired by you"
It's two nineteen in the morning. Listen to Eason Chan alone. A trace, not hanging.
Cantonese lyrics that I don't understand always feel endless.
But it was a perfect match for his thick, warm voice.
The world is desolate. The silence is unfathomable.
If you are not with me. I miss you so much.
I feel like I can actually say this now.
I love you with no purpose. just love you.
love and in front of you. I think I should just drop those kinds of things.
Then. A trace, not hanging.
The above hundreds of words are things written a long, long time ago that I found on the computer.
Let me see the date, 2012/01/09, four years ago.
When I was young, my emotions were always so turbulent.
But I'm not an emotionally sensitive person.
But there is always one person, she can affect your nerves so much.
Sometimes seeing her happy makes me happier, and seeing her angry makes me even more angry.
Watch a movie together hahaha, and cry together for a certain character.
This is the happiest thing I've ever experienced.
Finally tell a story, do you know the bear in spring:
"I like you the most, Midori."
"To what extent?"
"Like a bear who loves spring."
"A bear in spring?" Midori raised her face again, "What kind of bear in spring?"
"In the spring field, you were walking alone, and across from you came a cute little bear with velvet fur and round eyes. He said to you: 'Hello, miss, roll with me and play with me. Okay?' Then you hugged the little bear and rolled down the clover-covered hillside for a whole day. You said it was great?"
"awesome!"
"I like you so much."
-----From "Norwegian Forest" Haruki Murakami