endless roses

Chapter 131 The Man Holding the Rose
Riding a bicycle, singing to "Moyuta's heart cannot hide secrets, and he will not change his mind when he comes back".I don't know what a change of heart is, and I'm just going for a ride.Isn't love always so loving, staying in a short moment?Love is constant, its trigger is a moment...leaving someone, feeling disappointed, losing interest, it's not a change of heart, what the heart is attached to is deliberate, although it can come easily.For example, for something, I only love it for a certain period of time on a certain occasion, and the whole of everything that I was at that time.I don't miss it itself, what I miss is the whole world.I don't want to do it all over again, it happened, enough is enough.If it brings me strong love, then, the love of the whole penetrates the thing, and I will always love it, always cherish it.Forever is the farthest place I can reach, or the farthest place my consciousness can reach, and the farthest place I can think of is the future that I can vaguely feel.

They had the fragrance of roses in the past. I saw them at that moment, and the picture was frozen. I will always regard them as the person holding the rose.Until you forget, or decide to forget.

7/3

When I went downstairs, the little pigeon on the lawn turned its head up and down, looked at the angle of 45 from the side, walked comfortably in the grass and couldn't help it, and said to it: meow meow~
I heard Xiao Hei sitting in the grass talking in the front again, chatted with it for a while, and when he left, he was still whining in the grass, as if he was talking to himself, making a lot of noise, as long as there is food in the bag.Not far from the northeast came the sound of another cat, the one in the southwest was talking to itself, and a big black cat was released from the northwest, with a mature cry, and a boy in a white shirt stopped to communicate with the cat.

I was riding, and at [-]:[-] or [-], the lights along the way suddenly came on, and the International Finance Building began to twinkle in the dark sky.On the right, a peacock-like bird song may come from the strange sound they heard at the National People's Congress last time.The tone is powerful and heart-piercing. It must be some kind of big bird.

Sweat, covered a thin layer on the skin.It's sweltering in summer and I don't like being sweaty.It barked a few more times, in the small forest beside the road, the forest is only a dozen meters wide, at first I mistook it for a few rows of facade houses, but after a closer look, it was the fence of the community.

Sometime
Sometimes, very occasionally, I really don't want to sing, but to ruin my life, too occasionally.

Most of the time, I just want to experience and feel good, and the other part of the time, I want to stop thinking.

Sometime
(End of this chapter)