Not miss that time

1
The afternoon, downstairs, the total stood broadcasting schools in different songs. Sometimes listening to teach anyone to perish, and sometimes listen to the silence. Sometimes flustered.
Sound of those noisy school, gymnastics and sound, the ceremony of the national anthem, everything will not stop people miss.

Often feels that his own heart young and old.
Sometimes feel that the reason there are so many twists and turns of thought, because of the young. But often, not any of the little time to do anything selfless courage, in turn feel old.

Have seen a case, copy the notes on the players:
17-year-old woman, what is completely and peel even if at a later date a living, but also no regrets.
20-year-old woman, is that some invulnerability, your heart is already crusts, seam shell.
30-year-old woman, not even the sewing up.

Blink of an eye, from the young to accept things, to the time of invulnerability. Often, I will burst trance, fast does not remember her age.
When 16-year-old, has felt the age of twenty began for me is old.
2 years of age, that 25-year-old would be the best age.

2
At the end of time, moved from place to another place.
Since then no longer western exposure, but also to hear the afternoon and see the school's broadcast of the kapok tree outside the window.

Balcony and saw the district of palm trees, long a four-story building that high. On Taobao bought a bunch of home and kitchen appliances, all kinds of strange stuff, bell read, how much say so, you are terrible.

This is my seventh city in the Z move.
For the first time, just a few simple body clothing, child home directly from the United Kingdom in the past.
Second, more a quilt, and two bags of clothes, is and Angel together.
The third time, and there are a few packages baggage, and it is with the clouds.
Fourth, is july and just to help me move, and one drag a box.
Fifth, is a person, moved to a single apartment Osmanthus road. Long, narrow kitchen, windows wide. Typhoon days, if not secured the window, the wind will be blowing blinded, when it rains, will be floated on the bed.
Sixth, from a single apartment to move to another single apartment, to see the evening's sunset, spring, kapok, summer blue sky, autumn is still green kapok, the winter long years of blooming Bougainvillea.

Today is the seventh time, the house was not large but a small balcony. I bought the tie-dyed blue cloth of Phoenix shop in the TV cabinet and coffee table, sofa and pillow is new, is a warm color. Taobao to buy wood from the closet and shelves, refrigerators and washing machines, is also a newly purchased.
Gradually with the feeling of stability, although the debris piling up the living room right now so I can not put away with the feeling.

3
Always loved gardening Road and King Hill Road, side view.
Countless green trees, clean streets and the crowd sparse. Sometimes just opened a tree pink flowers. More points of view, however unusual, but people feel better.

A road, towering pine and cypress, sidelong down to, and covered the entire piece cool. In some areas, yellow leaves floating down a lot, can be looked up, the trees are still green.
Warm summer sun and then, only shallow gap in the shade of the trees to shed, more time is endless endless wind, can feel at ease, slowly walking forward.

Sitting in the car, 21 road are often empty. Window seat, listening to the phone's mp3, look out of window. Mind is the burst of a burst of cruise.

May last, when showers. By now, not feel too hot this summer.
Just hope this weather, to longer, then longer.

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I never see this time.
Sometimes feel that the vast earth, too much can be read to the person, sometimes feel the huge world, it became a matter of reading can be like.
Expression of each hair with a smile, then always being sad.

Writing is also a fall, who said so.
I said, writing is a kind of salvation, may in the end, who can redemption who, just a moment to relieve it.

Time jogging, the pain will be passing too slowly. Time in flight, have opened their hearts chosen not used.
Painful to the limit, if unconsciously calm, and only an instant.

Night, repeatedly listening StephyTang singing.
There will be no lamenting that micro-War time.