I didn't have the habit of carrying keys when I was a kid, which led me to become a regular on the roof of my house. At that time there were not so many boring tall buildings in our little place, and many lovely and respectable trees. The roof of my house is a commanding height within a radius of several miles, and the view is excellent. I bet the little kids in our building now don't know that we are surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a fat white man and a few gray skinny men in the west, spraying clouds into the sky for years and months, and the mountains in the east are scarred and scarred by the blast, and there are large swathes of earth and rocks. Lying there, like a fluffy green mountain with a reluctantly opened mouth, weeping silently to the sky.
I can't recall what I've been thinking about every evening when I'm locked out of the door, looking at the strange clouds and the colorful sky. The sun is a juicy tomato, the mountains are its mouth, and the juice accidentally squeezed out when eating the tomato dyes the sky red and becomes a sunset. The sun shines on the side of the earth, and the stars take over from the sun, and the stars are the distant sun. What the far side on Earth looks like, and what the far side in the universe looks like.
In fact, it is the night sky that fascinates me far more than the day sky. The beauty of the night lies in its mystical call, the irresistible call of the tentacles of the imagination to reach out into the cosmos, into the distances that we can never reach. It is necessary for me to believe that when human eyes touched the vast expanse of black velvet with broken diamonds for the first time, the door of his imagination was shaken by a huge bang in his mind.
I remember once I told my mother that there are two kinds of people in the world, one lives in reality and the other lives in fantasy. I am the more tragic type who lives in fantasy. I said mom, don't blame me.
My favorite time of day is after I get into bed and before I fall asleep, when I am truly my own. I meet the people I imagined, I make up stories that belong to others, the main line of text and pictures, they meet under the brilliance of the stars, they part ways on the glacier of the North Pole, there is a cold star on the edge of the universe, their grave ice sealed there. They are mine, no one can take them away, closer than anyone else. This is why I can endure long-term loneliness. In the crowd, my soul is like a piece of rubbed paper, which is randomly discarded in a corner of my body. When I am alone, I can feel it gradually expand and fill my body. , touch me lightly.
Once a person initiated a vote and asked if the doctor stood in front of you now and invited you to go with him, what would you choose, my answer was that you don't need to invite me, the doctor, I will also rush into the tardis and hold on tight. I won't let go if I live to die. You can't even think about pulling me out. Take me away. Just throw me on any planet
. It's my childhood, those days on the roof, the wind blowing through the fiery clouds, the cold light of the stars on the horizon, the endless dark and silent universe...
(I was wrong, I meant to write doctor Who's movie review, I'm going to stop, what kind of shit did I write, I'm rubbing it!!! This is the end of not reading, this is the end of not reading, this is the end of not reading!!! This is the end of not reading. Kill me if I didn't finish writing it half a year ago! It's been a long time since you wrote it!)
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