Haruki Murakami Dance! Dance! For young people, mature to a certain extent, mean age, my maturity is heartbreak and despair from the beginning.
I think, no more years than to see his fascination with women and other men embracing more embarrassing things. At noon that day, I was beside them through. That petite figure, and that the shoulder neatly cropped short hair, long black coat, that with the just the right furry boots, everything is so familiar. I'm passing by from them, only one meter away, I can not see her face. Overhead, no sun, cold wind blowing in silence, but I like into the sauna, hot steam came pouring down from the beginning. Have been so ahead to the campus, I stopped struggling, feeling dizzy, numb feet, cramps, the whole body tensed. Warp. I gasped, out of phone numbers allocated at random, the first could not help looking back. Yes, it is her! She was greeted with another friend. As for the men, I have not seen.
my trance back to quarters. Holiday, no one dormitory. Next door to the quarters of people ask me how to eat to eat so long? I opened my mouth, unable to speak, Johnson smiled. Into dormitories, very dark, I did not turn on the lights, turn on the computer subconsciously. To write on, but the mind a blur, and no text appears in sight. Fluorescence emitted by the computer screen, I turned on the desktop, Nietzsche is pessimistic, his philosophy is pessimistic about the battle with the birth, perhaps just for now I read it. I do not know how long I sat, not reading the article, but more and more cold hands and feet, cold is fear. I am never tired - tired mind. I need sleep, I said to myself. So I took off the coat, as usual at noon, as washing about, locking door, put on pajamas and climbed into bed to lie down.
me as cold as a mummy lying in bed, his mind heartily to see the situation at that time playback, such as watching movies: fast forward, slow motion, rewind, pause, replay ... ... so back and forth. People of non-vegetation ruthless Practice makes perfect, I cut some painstaking efforts I could not bear the love it? Somehow, I think the day before us, we go side by side on the campus, talk to the future and the ideal; we sat cramped room piano, she played my favorite song; in Kaoyan difficult days, gave her blessings every encouragement for each sound in spur me. Can do now, as I found these in my bubble, although able to map out the beautiful rainbow, red orange Huanglv Qing blue-violet. However, with the I curled up, cold and even made me twitch up. My eyes moist, but did not cry, I have not cried for many years. Family has the old die, I did not cry; grandmother died, I did not cry; now one of my friends died, I had no reason to cry. I fell asleep in the cold.
I had a dream, she was married, wedding dress, very charming, well laughing at me. On Oh, she said, the school went home to marry, Marry a Rich Man, and then want to do what to do. Ge Weilong thought so, but that is the tragedy of Zhang Ailing. I only joking when she and now her dream come true, she had a happy life since. Hey! What do I stand here, and let people look at me What a joke, What a joke to see a loser? I escaped, ran forward whistling asthma, and she looked at me puzzled, it seems that still calls me. I can not Dali, continue to run, can escape her sight in any case. I stumble to run in front of a bridge, I went straight to fall from the bridge ... ...
I woke up it was already dusk. I still maintain position when sleeping, but much warmer in bed. I sigh, stretching under the bones. Knock a little edge of the bed suddenly arm, the bed made of iron extremely knock me pain - Originally, I was still alive, so live with vitality, a sensibility. It feels so good, I shook his fist, and full of strength and warmth. I think if I really die, who will not cry for me? I am afraid she will not it! My so-called friend would not it! Only my family, if they know I'd rather die it will die. From small to large has always been in love with my family, whatever I decide to do, they will support me unconditionally. Family and friends but it was such a thing. I've loved her,
tory burch boots, love so humble so mesmerizing, you can what is the use? Her choice not to me. Even if she was embracing tomorrow with another man, which in turn can be with me? I think I like the Right ah, Mo Ersuo not because he did not cry at the funeral of her mother, and sentenced to death for it? I will not cry, who sentenced me to death? Man should be like Mo Ersuo some time.
I got up, put aside his coat, pulls out from the box that suit jacket, put them on. I picked up the mirror, I am old, do not, is more mature now. This suit jacket to wear before you feel that uncomfortable, but now they are extremely comfortable fit. Sparse beard scum do not know when coming out, long a lot, adding a little wrinkles between the eyebrows, I think Haruki Murakami. I took out my razor to shave off his beard, his face clean handkerchief. I also thought of Nietzsche's Dionysian, Dionysian indulgence emotions, people transcend life, from the tragic suffering and destruction to get pleasure. I want to be that uninhibited Bacchus, dedicated to everything I attached.
I found the computer did not pass, then the micro-Bo wrote: shattering the dream will understand only what you really should have called to say. I still believe that a person loses, he will be compensated on the other hand.
finish to it, and I turn off the computer, pick up on the desktop, In any case have to live, but also to live according to their own means, to live better, right?
1 月 26 日
Treppen
Linear Mode
