Mo flowers

I like the feeling of being on the road. I found a beautiful excuse for myself, because I am young now. If you love traveling, pick up your suitcase and set out immediately. If you love life, live in a room with sunshine and French windows, and raise flowers on the windowsill. Let’s go to a cold drink shop with friends to kill time in the summer, wait for a downpour, listen to an old nostalgic song, and watch the ice slowly melt in the soda. Cool and pleasant. This is summer. I had thought of crossing the desert, wearing ripped jeans, matching dark red plaid shirt, no flowers, no Oasis, just standing at random, behind which was the vast yellow desert, bright and beautiful, people standing in the yellow sand have a kind of desolate and rough beauty. Before going to sleep every night, I like to watch the calendar with red circles drawn on the table to see how long the time is from the day of departure. Soon, soon, thinking about it, I went to sleep happily, even the sound of whistle in my dream. During the trip, I met strangers who had never met in a strange city. I was like one of them, eating, traveling, resting, and feeling the wet sea breeze and the rain blowing in the city together. Part 2: rent a cabin with a balcony. It’s OK without balcony windows, and it’s better to see the road downstairs. Every morning when I heard the crisp bell of the bicycle, I stood by the window with a long nightdress and a cup, watching those beautiful and vivid symbols on the street. The old man selling newspapers, the red scarf for school, the office workers who were eating white bread while waiting for the bus, the grass-colored Buick passed by, the body was bright and clean, I want to thank the baptism of the heavy rain last night, let me see such a pleasant grass color. I often see old ladies with gray hair or middle-aged women with fat figure rushing home with a basket of cheap vegetables in the morning market. Occasionally, I saw a woman walking out of the alley, wearing a navy blue sand-permeable dress and silver sandals with Fish Mouth. She couldn’t help staring at the delicate jade bracelet on her slender wrist, it gives off a secluded and simple atmosphere. The graceful outline, the stable appearance and the calm elegance that are rare in the world. I guessed how quiet the yard she lived in was for such a woman. Maybe she raised flowers and countless flowers and plants in the yard, and the luxuriant green vines were covered with mottled red walls, there is also a cat basking in the sun in the yard. Of course, this is just my personal imagination. Maybe there is another possibility that she lives in the rich area opposite to the alley. In any gorgeous room in the tall and dense buildings, there are white floors, beige sofas and Vermilion entrances, there seemed to be something missing from the velvet curtain which had never been removed. Yes, I almost forgot that there was also a man who loved her. I think I am like this window. Although the iron bar of the window has been rusted and the yellow newspaper posted on the glass, these are all irrelevant. Part 3: The Flower Capital is blooming. I have heard such a touching story. A writer missed his old friends, so he wrote a letter to urge them to come back and get together. The letter said: The flowers are blooming, and my lover and I are waiting for you at home. Flowers are blooming, I always think this is a very beautiful word. There is a kind of unique artistic conception and poetry, which makes me feel warm when reading, like the feeling of being gently embraced. The shadow of sunshine is printed on the curtain, like Western abstract paintings. I have noticed the man on the opposite floor for a long time. In his early thirties, he is short, with small eyes and dark skin. Always wear a black coat, the letters on it have been blurred. He never closed the curtains, and he could see most of the decorations in the room at a glance. Most of the time, his room was locked with no pets or women. The sound of shower can be heard in the middle of the night. Game Sound. Cough. I conclude that this is a lonely man. Usually at 08:50 on weekends, he starts cooking on the opposite side, naked. Skillfully cutting pickles in my hands, what I can see in my sight are fresh cucumbers and tomatoes. I couldn’t help guessing whether the lunch was fried eggs with tomatoes or fried cucumbers. Once, I bumped into him downstairs. Noisy hair. Dirty black coat. Take a CSC fast food upstairs. Eyes are swollen like full walnuts. There is a rooftop on his roof, which is full of weeds and withered vines. A week ago, he spent 4 hours and 18 minutes to remove weeds, sow seeds on them, and build a shelf with bamboo. Is it a long cucumber, loofah or Hyacinth? Such conjecture makes me happy. No matter which kind, I know that there will be full of flowers soon. Then I am blessed. I can enjoy fresh flowers for free. How wonderful. I am complacent about my keen observation. Many times, when I watched him leisurely watching TV and eating instant noodles in the room wearing gray underpants, I secretly laughed in my heart. Maybe he would never know that his life had been completely transparent, in this way, the real self was cast straightly into a pair of strange eyes. Part 4: The camera has an embroidered silk skirt, a wide-brimmed straw hat on a wooden frame, a new magazine with ink fragrance, a ham and egg sandwich just made in the shop, and fresh bread just baked, the Red big cherry in the fruit shop, the steaming smiling face of the noodle shop staff, or the calla lily in a bucket were sold at a low price by the tired flower-buying girl because of the late night. Camera is essential for a long journey alone. Every city photographed belong here expression. I like to aim the lens at those ordinary and tiny things. White clouds. Bright umbrella. Clean ginkgo leaves on the pavement. Blueberry shaved ice with cold air. A chic brooch in the jewelry store. A float filled with Platycodon grandiflorum. The noisy crowd’s sunny and youthful faces. Learn to take photos and love it, leaving traces of the real existence of yesterday, leaving a glimpse of the summer, and reading it slowly in the next day. Give me a gift that has not been opened yet, while I am young now. Dear friend, I am an ordinary woman named Jin. Always on the road waiting for you.

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