People just throw streamer

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Wednesday morning I wake up, hear the rain outside, a lot.
Jumped up, and the clothes and shoe boxes on the balcony gave a good income.
Periods of heavy rain, dense rain curtain not see the shadow. When we go out wearing a black knit jacket, specially the largest umbrella propped up the road too much water, hardly over the instep, with original dry moat, also rose water, water potential Chuanji.

Finally, it went to bus station. Most people in the car is standing, and many seats have been the rain to get wet.
Always felt, when outside of heavy rain, hiding inside a room corner reading, or listening to the rain, is an incomparable blessing. Not included in such a big rain hesitant ahead.

One morning, feeling extremely low humidity. Or would be so easy, the weather changed by the outside world.
Sit down dinner at noon and yugao, 20 before the third floor windows, is the vast sea, wild raccoon Island and Shijingshan. Zhaxianzhixia, or surprised, has always been along the road, take a long time to get to the place, and now stand one can glance. They had to suffer in such a close, but every time I go so long.

5:00 long rain has stopped, after heavy rain washed clean, the road is particularly. Highway has cut off the branch garden workers, stained water, the smell was very fresh.
Still cold, rainy day, but not as heavy rain thunder, people think it goes scared to walk.

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Friday, sunny day.
July came Cengfan, made her favorite dishes, mostly prime, fried beans, spring onion potato silk, fermented bean curd water spinach, green pepper pork, eggs, meat gourd soup.
We confinement instead, she drank beer, I drink cool grain, grape, meal Kegua Zi, chatting, listening to TV.

Xu Jiumei this time.
Though still a few years ago, busy in the kitchen together, and then close all doors and windows, open air, sitting on the floor drinking.

That kind of situation, even if separated later time, also always remember.

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It has been almost the summer solstice.
Still asleep, bed sheets, covered with blankets, mosquito coils at night lit, open fan.
The new room bed is very hard to sleep two or three weeks down, they do get used to. Just stand up when the spine raw so slightly. Summer time off than a little thinner in winter, the bath and saw the mirror in the ribs distinct, it is a surprise.

Like the body and legs close to the wall. Reheat, the wall is Qin Liang's.
Always dream repeated many dreams, are the same scenery. Lijiang Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, often dreams more than once, there Xishuangbanna.
Contrary the recent memory of the Phoenix, but one does not dream.

Last year in June, is a small inn balcony, looking at the foot of the Tuojiang clear water, listening to Jiang Qing Liang beautiful center coming folk songs.
Refrigerator, actually left a bag Jiang Tang brought back from Phoenix. The taste was very much like that, but reluctant to try to come back. Some of the mood, once no longer miss.

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Distracted Association. There are too many people in life always matter of regret and emotion.
Because the rapid flow of time, because the Love gone.

Building where the air-conditioning, often made me feel cold. Every time out from the office, there is kind of the feeling of escape.
The road is still towering pine and cypress. Green street, with small yellow flowers in full bloom.
Crossfall shadows of the trees, the wind was blowing, but soon the proximal sun, high temperature and steep a two, Dunjue hot.
Open air feel cold at night, not open to speak, shortness of breath, tossing to and fro.

I still remember the World Cup that year, only that their lively, echoing the saw several balls, then hid the room to write, drink cold water, up all night.
Flash is four years, and then the World Cup four years ago, is when? Fashion do not understand that football is only a favorite for boys, specially to the attention of the next Soccer Team.
Now four years and four years, enough to make many things beyond recognition. That the good old days remaining warmth, there are still 12 left on the corner of my heart. Only this time also too desolate, often almost forgotten, have had this kind of joy.

Streamer just one throw.
Many of the people and things, gradually indifferent. Inseparable from the original, to the strangers now, think of it, or think it is kind of hurt.
Just life, who never who will not live up to.