Childhood cemetery, quietly.

Clarabelle 2022-11-20 02:45:56

The green plants that were lodging in the house on the opposite side stretched out from the balcony railings and swayed, and it should snow in Beijing in this weather. I've always wanted to make a movie for my grandmother, she's very photogenic. I often peek at her, she is sitting on a chair in the hotel entrance, next to the electric door, and every day she chats with the security guard about her own short distance, her career in the Plum Blossom Party, she is the reincarnation of a horse inspired by Guanshiyin ; When she is silent, she purses her lips. The difference between her appearance and that of a child is that she does not drool. She is often silent. Seeing me is nothing but two things: how is the cat? When are you going to Beijing? When quarreling, he said harshly: If you don't go to Beijing every day, you will know how to raise cats! When my grandmother was young, she liked to dance. The clubs in Country Garden have her dance partners. If I don’t disturb her, I can send me to the game room for 10 yuan and 8 yuan to sit for an afternoon. As the saying goes, a woman has sixty-one flowers, and she has learned A lot of Cantonese can also be reversed. For example, in her context, "咩" represents a symbolic temptation waiting for an affirmative answer. "Is the fried rice made by my mother-in-law delicious? What is it?" She often steps on The bicycle brought me a late-night snack, and the two of us were at the railing next to the school gate. It was like visiting a prisoner. The streetlights illuminated the grass in gray-blue and gray-blue. Do you know what happens to this generation of old people with children? Put on her short stockings for you to be cool. It was the school sports meeting or the track and field team training. In short, I fell and my foot was swollen. The teacher took off my shoes. The boys started to laugh as if they had been electrocuted. They were very embarrassed. "Children" to stop them, really don't have to, teacher, I would laugh for me too. On the first night of school, Sister Fang and my aunt took me there. I cried and cried all the way. When I was tired, I went to the dormitory. The children of Class 1 (2) each held a small plastic bench and arranged in the dormitory as a unit. Sitting in a row, my dear, I cried one after another, I was like the Tang monk in "Journey to the West", I said "don't cry" to the one on the left, "don't cry" to the one on the right, and everyone was eating snot Xunzi shouted hoarsely, I really couldn't cry. Later, I took my grandmother's wool vest, the kind with knitted buckles. When I missed her at night, I took the vest out of the bedside table, the moonlight scratched my back, and I secretly sobbed on the side pillow. When I was a child, my grandmother would put her hand over my belly button to put me to sleep. When I had a fever, she would chant the mantra "Illness enters the ground", and she threw it on the ground as if her hand grabbed something from my forehead. Su, it is estimated that the disease and insects are annoying to death by her. When did you start to distance yourself? Two people who are obviously so close. My brother came to Istanbul alone ten years ago. From being penniless to having his own artistic circle, he divorced his ex-wife and had his ex-wife aborted so that he could not bear children. He was full of guilt and could not express himself. He went to a bar for dinner alone. Meals, occasionally recruiting prostitutes, and being scolded by friends, "You often say, you should make movies like Tarkovsky." Since when did the dream of a movie become an advertisement for a tile manufacturer? Passing through a village with my younger brother, flocks of sheep, hills, sunset and seaside, I can only sigh with emotion, but I don't even have the courage to raise my camera? The younger brother couldn't stand his run, and went out to sea, leaving behind a pack of cigarettes, which he despised as the "broken smoke of the crew". Now, he's sitting there, smoking a cigarette and lighting it, since when did the winter in Istanbul, when the waves beat hard against the embankment? We no longer chat with those close to us. I can no longer see the green plant that was stretched out. It was dark and she was still there, I couldn't see her anymore.

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