Without going out on the first day of the new year, I relived it in my hut in Beijing. The sun was shining brightly, and the green curtains cut off the two worlds. East-facing windows are not suitable for me. The only opportunity to watch the sunrise in a year is those days in summer and autumn when I can’t sleep until early morning.
I went to Beijing at this time last year to live with a friend. The city is unfamiliar, the work is unfamiliar, the crowd is unfamiliar, and I am not sure about anything, so I take advantage of the night to find a place to live after finishing work. Wide floor-to-ceiling windows, invisible roommates, and a small park downstairs full of wild interest, it was very suitable for my mood at the time, so I moved here.
The days were peaceful and calm, as if in an instant. Spring is lazy, summer is turbulent, autumn is decadent, and winter is dull. It’s good to be turned into wood, going round and round, watching the rising moon all winter, watching soap operas, and rewatching your favorite movies.
The encounter is misplaced. She entered the human world for the first time, hid under the huge leaves of the bush, picked herbs for her mother, and jumped all the way. "Don't worry, no one sees me."
The little boy saw it.
A sugar cube went back and forth several times, with the boy's kindness, and also triggered the girl's turmoil. The villain family had to move, and the two hearts that were getting closer had to say goodbye.
At the end of the story, she left the hairpin, he gave him candy, she jumped into the river of survival, and he returned to the destined world. The little boy, who was also a villain, was waiting for her on the river, dressed in a mink robe and carrying a sharp arrow.
One of them is a journey. One is pleasant.
After watching the movie, hold Borges in case. Read this "Farewell":
Between my love and me there will be three hundred long nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be a magic one between us. The cruel hand of time will tear apart the streets that pierce my chest like thorns. There will be nothing but memories. (The evening given by sadness, the night longing to see you, the desolate field, the desolate sky in the depths of the water pool is shamed like a fallen angel... And your life brightens my yearning and the desolate and happy The streets are shining today in the brilliance of my love...) As a statue decides everything without you will make more fields sad.
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