Memories in my mind roll, fast-paced beat TV drama fast closed heart, I have some confusion flawless, at the moment does not seem a little gap, but it seems there is something coming out, little by little slowly clear.
No, it was real, too?! Should not reality! Is it a dream? But it seems truly, have experienced it! Right or wrong, it seems bewildered, as if the real past and have imagination stalemate, chaos, chaos, I could not tell it!
I lingered in the vast memory, those familiar happened, and did not occur at the place trying to get out, mercilessly hit me, I remember that one day in the past have had a similar situation occur but this will not shivered as they are now, not self-sustaining, I silently endured great TV drama, I do not know from where a huge impact, I know that, at the moment, I can not, then quietly endure it. Since we can not avoid, then let it clear some of it! Micro-letter names
Yes, that is what I have tried to erase, or do not want to be remembered, but indeed I forget it for a long time, ever so hard, no alternative choice to forget, but now I do want it to overthrow it ?
Well, think again and why not, anyway, now nothing to do, and so, I'll go first cigarette, they speak in that smoke in it, if you can, you can also be one.
I remember much, I am afraid I can not start early, but I will try to speak clearly.
In my mind first emerged, is the scene that often appears in my dreams, but I can confirm this, that was a few years ago I lived through the scene, but after a lapse of a long time, my memory in, or is always lingering dream that again and again during my casual. It seems to be covered with barbed hooks, always twisted into my memory, regardless of indiscriminate, Health and pull hard pull, but the memory of the dust is too thick, often only encounter fur! But this time it seems to get more powerful, my memory was stirred open a small hole, a lot of things Pinmingdiwang outside the Bay, but do not know why, escaped the memory of those objects is called I do not remember actually attached great up on that hook , I fall into that scene, but it seemed something was amiss.
The sky was filled with a few Xu Baiyun, hidden, at the pale blue winter sky of belonging, is not purely a sunny day, the sun shines on the body without the slightest warmth, even if there is one or two in the afternoon, the sun still fall again sluggish, chilly wind occasionally hit.
A slight breeze, the Fu Zhi gently hanging on bamboo tree near the statues and shaking, the wind was slightly overshadowed by massive funeral music, the scene I do not consciously looked into the distance , a bleak fields, towering mountains but bare, clean rice harvest stem still like a prudish soldiers lined neatly squad, but that does not abide by the rules lotus stem blight lying in disorder stood perhaps only a field of winter rain to lift their spirits, because that perhaps in order to realize the value of their remaining weak - as a hermit poet of nature and revel in those mountains that offer field "withered lotus listening to the rain."
They may understand people who seem one less, that lie crying in heaven and earth is not exactly off to their old friends do?
With a loud horn, his thoughts again floating near, more desolate dirge, crying more intense, too windy (and perhaps the wind had been blowing), at this time Beihao sound, wind, and sorrow mingled with the music bring out a very plaintive atmosphere, tempting people to tears. Cheerful music can make people cheerful, funeral music as can be exciting, the kind ever seen in the book feel, at the moment seems to empathy, and a sense of gratification.
Off teams quickly lined up a long queue, I stood up into the ranks, along with that mildly dirge, the team closely followed, to the old man's new habitat. No, I think what seems at the moment, what is it? Get it. That seems to revel in the music, plaintive, keyed mildly, sometimes rapidly, sometimes repeatedly swing, but at the moment in my mind that emerges is a picture of the face, children, youth, middle-aged, as well as kindly old age, every face much alike, and that is the kind of man I am now off to their people, of course, except that the old man's face, and the rest I have not seen, but both are smiling face. Perhaps in my mind it emerges. Is a full life now!
I should stay in this imagination, but I seemed to slightly move my eye, I caught a glimpse of the open field, cut off at the towering mountain, I saw the lie in the field of small one meter wide street that extends straight to to the foot. This road seems long, we take a long, long time.
No, those who suddenly disappeared Why, why only the bleak fields I am a man, and kept marching in step, it seems in the end to that.