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Two People (Essay)

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A cup of coffee and tea, and in between I slept, from twelve o'clock to one o'clock forty. I thought that after drinking that cup of coffee, I would lose sleep for a long time, but I didn't want to be sleepy but it came quickly, I didn't know that my ears heard the first few country music and stopped working, but I was sure that I fell asleep before the timer function set by this app to turn off playback worked.

Similar to guo degang and Yu Qian's crosstalk, American country music also has a good hypnotic effect for me, the difference is that the former understands it as soon as I hear it, and the latter has to adjust the transmit power of the "antenna" buried in my brain to just right to make me feel its beauty.

Beautiful things are not easy to say, and it is good enough to understand god - I think so, for example, in the circle of friends, I often give people likes but rarely leave messages, the meaning is simple: feel sorry for each other, this is enough. Why bother? Words that don't meet their intentions are not beautiful.

Overnight into autumn, this year's climate in many places with an abnormal face change, Sioux City is also, the highest temperature in the week after the National Day is still above thirty degrees, the fifteenth forecast said that the next day will be a cliff-like cooling, the sixteenth body felt the power of this cold air, the heart is inevitable cough: how can people win the day?

Yesterday afternoon, I got the news of Dami's death, and I was horrified for a long time, and the rabbit died and the dog cooked, directly thinking that his life still existed.

Who has not died since ancient times? Of course, I am mortal with my naked eyes, how can I live for a long time? I don't believe I'm going to live to be a hundred years old, and I don't want to live that old, because I take this saying as true: to be old and not to die is to be a thief. To seventy and often want to eat meat, eighty and can be alone in the court, do not have to be fed, can take care of themselves, can still occasionally think of some romantic things, suddenly like a day the god of death knocks on the door, it is best to lie on the bed, just without thinking, such a result is a great fortune for me.

Man's fate is predestined, and the more he thinks so. Dami's death once again illustrates the correctness of this point. Xue Zhe should feel the same way as me, otherwise how could he make me feel his calm when he conveyed this news to me? I have to blame Xuezhe for passing on this message a little late, not that I am good at acting, but that it should be, you know.

Is there a feast under heaven that will not be scattered? Unheard of also. Thinking of heaven and earth slowly, alone but weeping: who is the ancients, who is the comer?

2021.10.19.

Two People (Essay)

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