In the dream, I did not know that I was a guest
Downstairs swept the Harrow bicycle, the screen jumped out of a monthly user price increase announcement, this kind of car company really has no face and no skin, the original monthly users like me at the beginning of their business from a treasure withholding, is a win-win, at the end of last year, first the monthly subscription user to buy a preferential monthly card for bank activities, can not be added to extend to the original number of days, and then Haro travel APP deliberately hid the bank activity entrance, the end of the final price increase, a few yuan of things, but also laborious consumption, sad to give up. Capital and the people's struggle for profits are domestic goods, and at that time, capital for a long time had original sin, constantly seeking the gap between power and money. I unlocked and rode, the raindrops were heavier, and the bike was like Chen Chuncheng's submarine rushing towards the rain and fog.
Bishop said that losing nothing is terrible, only losing art is a disaster. On the afternoon of the end of September, the sky was cloudy and uncertain, similar to the moment when Borges was waiting, but for him there was nothing that would surprise the poet to open his eyes, the dirty desk, the ants strolling leisurely, some even hiding in my shoes, climbing deeper into the depths, and I reached out and pressed one or two, and if I was not careful, they were shattered.
How many dreams did Chun Yu Ling have? Why does watching "Ximen Qing" have a feeling of despair into the bone marrow? Mainly or the despair of money, "noble pole Lu position, power pouring the country capital, the people see this, ants gather He Shu" and other conclusions, Mr. Lu Xun thought that his words were also good, stood up from the lower body of the "Golden Bottle Plum", the original whole passage is the way of survival, compared to some family wealth a good skin bag mixed with Ximen Qing, learned to slay the dragon book of the students, the end is still the heart of the ape to return here to learn from Ximen Qing, the butterfly feels particularly happy and joyful, after waking up, he is afraid to know that he is Zhuang Zhou.
Ants don't mean anything at all, but they have a hundred million or more time to peek into the world, by the kitchen sink, the smell of ants is unusual, I don't know when they camped here, it is obvious that the ivy and the stone outside the window attracted them, the soil brought eggs, but also brought the queen, I am obviously far less afraid of such insects than cats and dogs, Bernard Weber wrote the Ant Empire Trilogy for 6 years, he even raised more than 1500 "ant citizens" at home, Looking at each other, the distance between people and ants is more or less like the scale between ordinary men and women, and it is difficult to grasp the distance and proximity.
Twenty-something joyful to have a girl, at that time did not know too much, stubbornly took the results very seriously, "Hello, Sorrow" may be Sagan's best work, but men can not be as willful as she is, young Sagan has a small silk scarf around his neck, a charming smile, striped T-shirt jeans, barefoot, holding a cigarette roll, smoke clouds, charming little goblins, eyes are very bright, often here to glimpse the similar looks of happy girls, they have to squander all the time, including their own time with others.
Under the big locust tree, the feast was drunk, dreaming that the big locust An Guo married the princess Chun Yu Tong, became the Nanke County Taishou of the ant country, enjoyed all the riches, and woke up to the oblique sun, endlessly. This trance is similar to the fact that I was obsessed with Ondaje's The English Patient and turned to chasing the inextricable prequel " In Lion's Skin " , all these emotions, at those times, only interested in them, the novelist Xiao Ser's narrative, is not necessarily not the end of another dream.
The more you lose, the more panicked you may become, the rain in the middle of the night rises rapidly, the moisture by the window never spreads to any corner of the house, the residual restlessness of the midsummer, still hiding in the rotten and obscure downspout of the kitchen under the bed, from idealism to the devil, "The Goddess of Kindness" may be too thick, probably belongs to the most pages of the book in recent times, plus the appendix nine hundred and fifty-eight pages, a long breath, Murakami must have read some damp chapters deeply, I have said more than once that the crimes committed by the Rainbow Nation in other countries belong to educated evildoers, the male protagonist in "The Goddess of Kindness" is the Nazi SS officer who loves music philosophy and literature, the killers are all ordinary people's incomprehensible before this, the evil of mediocrity falls into the abyss, Andego Higashino's "Malice" is similar to this, but the evil of "The Goddess of Kindness" belongs to more people and is longer.
The raindrops of the dark night finally disappeared before dawn, woke up several times, there was something outside the window in a light sleep, I was not sure whether to wake up or fall asleep, for such a fictional title documentary work, the tension is too strong, the reader's sense of substitution, the discomfort of the male protagonist's strong vomiting affected me, the stomach is shallow, I am sour for a while, the eyelids are too heavy, and I simply re-enter the darkness.
Illustration: Yevgeny Kuznetsov works