I am just an echo of simple words and simple expressions, and I seem to be anxious to warm up the venue that is about to cool down.
Hey, prodigal, where are you going? You just need to walk, browse and write more. There will always be one or two cautious friends who will put themselves aside at the right time and give me a distant greeting.
Of course I had a good time, and I was too busy to arrange it. I smiled while covering my mouth.
Knowing about an appointment, it is no wonder that chatting is always perfunctory. Someone is waiting outside the door. Gee, listen to this tone, as if he were outside the door.
What is outside the door? Outside the door are layers of roofs, where bright white sunlight jumps. Outside the door are dying loofah vines, trembling in the wind with one or two yellow flowers. Outside the door, there are several flies buzzing from one bench to another.
There is a driveway outside the door, which extends to the main road. At this time, no one passed.
You know, I want to play. I play with myself, my mobile phone and words. Of course, I didn't say that I would play with the sky, clouds, dirty clothes, loofah flowers and flies.
Hey, that's fun, too. Why don't you play, too? It has connotation and artistic conception. My friend is smiling over there.
Go out for a walk at night. Something may happen to you. You are a big city. There seems to be some envy in the tone, moist and diffuse.
At night, of course, neon lights are flashing everywhere, and singing and dancing are rising. But who am I going to play with? I don't even need to think about it. I'm too busy to arrange.
I can play with dozens of watts of light bulbs, five or six scaffolding beds, the night wind escaping from the window, and the mottled ceiling. As for whether to play sitting, walking or lying down, as for who to play with first, it depends on my mood and my convenience.
Of course, in the end, I must be wrapped in a quilt and playing with my dreams. As for whether I can snore, it depends on my physical condition.
So, I'm busy, and I have something to play. Friends from all corners of the country, don't show off any beautiful scenery, delicious food and beautiful women in front of me, first put away your breathless bodies, learn to play with yourself and play some tricks.
For me, no matter before or after, reality or dream, everything that enters my eyes, mouth and heart is beautiful scenery, delicious food and beautiful scenery. I can play with them and forget everything.
Some things are too late to think about, some things don't need to be thought about, and some things are thought about occasionally. Anyway, it's all in my heart. If it's tight, it will open. Most of them are only understood by myself. As long as you open your eyes, close your eyes and make yourself happy, the days will pass day by day.
I won't talk to you. You are busy, so am I. You have a distance, at your feet, a beautiful moment, your heart is resting. I also have a distance, in my heart, a wonderful time, at my feet.
I'm going to play. Although there is no arrangement, it is very compact. At least, I am always ready, at least my mobile phone is fully charged, and at least many ideas come to my mind.
Although tomorrow will still be like this, the days are obviously rich and not wasted.
Wechat, don't gather water in different mountains. Wechat official account, don't want the water of other mountains. American signing author. Member of Hubei Writers Association. Member of China Prose Society. Published a collection of essays "There are acacia trees everywhere in life" and "Always a short story, nothing more than a foreign land". If you need to sign the hardcover version, please contact WeChat.