endless roses

Chapter 79

In the morning, it rained mistyly in Suzhou, slightly weak, like fog and frivolous.

Standing on the steps, under the eaves, it fluttered onto my face, dense and slanted, like snowflakes.

I walked on the wet campus path, avoiding the small pond, like stepping on snow.

Sometimes I hold an umbrella and put it on my shoulder, sometimes I don’t hold it and hang it in my hand.

There was still someone sitting in the Huxin Pavilion, he was concentrating there, hesitating a little deeply.

On the lake, there is a pond full of noisy water lilies, fluttering.A butterfly flitted across my forehead, and when I was about to touch it with my hand, it sank into the bushes again.

My brows cannot be stretched.Glancing at the car window, the image looks a bit sad, always walking alone like this.

The girl on the bicycle looked at me, the bright green silk scarf swaying in the wind.

In the misty and rainy night, after a long time, I was finally alone in the Huxin Pavilion.There is a turning point, without chairs and railings, facing the flowing water.I just stood there, let the cool night wind blow.

Someone came, looked at him, and walked around the pavilion before leaving wisely.Still looking here, looking at the small wooden bridge looping in the lake, there are few pedestrians, and they will temporarily block the faint light when they pass by; the lotus can faintly see a little green in the middle of the night, and the shadow of the lotus that is darker than it is slightly in the water waves. trembling; I heard frogs croaking, I heard an indistinguishable little creature stirring up the water in the middle of the lake, and I saw the bright yellow lights of the city outside the walls of a few trees in the north.

It was also at this time that I was buried by a certain loneliness.

February 5, evening

(End of this chapter)