Eden of prickly heat

On June 1st, before the hot sunshine came and penetrated through the row of lush and dense French phoenix trees at the school gate, I carried my luggage. At such a comfortable moment, I should sleep till I woke up naturally. Simple and convenient replacement clothes; Small bottles of skin care products and shampoo; Perfume sent by friends to cover the usual smell of dirty sweat in the carriage; Sun hat; Books, diaries, Chargers, put all my head into my black backpack. Rui said I was traveling, even going home. Well, I don’t deny that my childhood, which was full of creative posts, could not expel my instability with palpitation when I became more and more sensible later. At 09:30 in the afternoon, the car started and sat down against the window. There were thin silky clouds in the sky, which made people restless when the sun was baked. Looking at the diary about childhood published by my friends and the mood of youth, I can’t recall those beautiful things that I should have, or I admire them or have never existed. I doubted and confused. Dark green leaves, long roads, high clear sky, I tell you, do you believe it? When I was four years old, I knew that people could live with hatred in their hearts, and once I lived, I would live for a little while; When I was seven or eight years old, I knew that parents could favor children without finding reasons, just like love, there is no legendary reason to love you. I only know that he (she) is what you are looking for. When I was ten years old, I knew that I was not only hurt all over my body, but also the pain of my mother in the rest of my life, I hate her repeated nagging about her experience about me. Living in her hand is like a rag, fading and crumpled; I sobbed at the horn of the door when I was thirteen years old, crying to the dark night my life, my despair, my distant and unclear dream. I started to escape when I was fifteen years old. At the age of seventeen, I began to fear. I hated that I couldn’t escape even though I walked far away. I began to miss him at night, thinking about the home that couldn’t give me stability and the old-fashioned wooden bed that I had slept, thinking about that small yard, I miss the small stool I have sat in the sun, the miserable woman. At the age of eighteen, I only told myself, dad, my daughter will be very strong, and I will try to make up for your regret for your children as a man. At the age of twenty, twenty-one and twenty-two, I knew they loved me until they died. I convinced. Twenty-three years old, I want to love a stranger, you say it exists, you come out to worship, you say Love Me Love… Under the Sun, the leaves were silent, and the sky was still very high. My childhood girls were very naughty. I don’t expect anyone to feel the same. I am enough alone. I dredge all the dead corners, what I see, what I can’t see, let’s go through the wind and the sun, my constant pursuit. Duras said that she was old and eager to read the Bible more and more. However, no matter how many times she read, she still couldn’t become a Jew. She regretted that she was not a Jew. The Garden of Eden, human childhood, childhood, my garden of Eden, creeping my fear and temptation prickly heat, it is hard to separate… Eden of prickly heat Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…