Friends gather head

Until the mosquitoes in the White House, like me, gradually became addicted to smoking and circled around the smoke ring; I still didn’t want to admit that summer was coming, and I didn’t want to go to the lake again. Therefore, I was immersed in the words; I didn’t write for writing any more. I always thought of some past events and touched the dream that I didn’t dare to mention, then I wrote a few words with tears in my eyes and wrote those words wrongly on purpose, wrong that name. Daiyu and summer. Baoyu said: if we wait for them to persuade us, at that time, won’t we be separated? Secretly hide handkerchief. Just like what is written in the book. Jutou. However, no one will persuade us. The story ends like this, and you will not regard it as love. Is the past gone? I heard that on the bank of Linghe River, there is still that Crimson grass. Just like this summer, it came after all; Time never stopped. A dream can still appear every night, but we are no longer the original name. At that time, I said that memory was a forced retention of time; I looked back on what was happening as the past. Now, what happened seems to be happening; Tears replace tears. I dare not open a Dream of Red Mansions any more. The place where Xueqin stopped writing was exactly the summer; The blank space after I started reading. At least in this summer, in the life since then, the story will not be continued. In the summer after Xueqin stopped writing, the story would not be continued. If we say that some days I am free, it is because I never think about the past. Just like that summer, I opened it page by page and just wanted to know what was written on the next page. It was also in that summer that I read the last page, and I was caught in endless sadness. Therefore, I forgot the sunshine and rain in that summer. As for now, I can’t recall it either. I can no longer write. I can no longer write stories from my previous life. Just like many summer days before that, when I put on a long-sleeved T-shirt, autumn came. Season returns to time, and summer replaces summer. Just at this time, I will write such messy words, the more chaotic the better. Don’t do anything, don’t expect to wake up tonight, still can understand. I just want to leave the word summer in the text and tell myself that summer is coming, don’t resist any more. I remember writing a text called summer night, but unfortunately it was not preserved; After summer, the text disappeared and I never looked for it again. That summer destroyed all the evidence of memory. Maybe I wrote about the acacia tree, but I don’t know how the acacia tree has something to do with a Dream of Red Mansions. But fortunately, I still remember one sentence, the water lily in the center of the lake is in full bloom in short skirts. It was also in such a night that I waded through the water. The Other Shore was the moon pass of that night. I don’t remember. I don’t know if the night will feel tired if it lasts for a long time, and whether it will be tired of its own silence. I recalled the past, but I didn’t want to write down one thing, nor to write down the dawn. The summer outside the window laughed at me outside, but I satirized the ignorance of another summer with my own soberness. It sounds more appropriate and gorgeous than all the words describing love. You know the ending of the story, and you even know what the story itself looks like. Just like fireworks meeting the night sky, like rain falling in the south of the Yangtze River. Summer is coming summer is coming summer is coming to see those people I don’t know and those strange scenery.

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