Essay

Every time, before you start writing an article, put a few pieces of ice in the boiling water at the table. The heat of boiling water dilutes the fog of the ice, and then devours the molecules in the ice bit by bit.

In many cases, the tapping of the hand on the keyboard is like a few monosyllabic, messy and without color. Very quiet at night. Quiet. Especially in such a small town, like a curtain, all the embarrassment, in the moment when the sun no longer loves it, the black curtain.

At this time, there was a feeling of similarity. The sound of the machine that is slightly emitted from the computer is like a tinnitus in the ear, a cartoon cat on the wallet, a smile, very cute. It feels like going back to the past, the years of silk scarves have to cover too many things, too many fuzzy things.

In fact, I found that the time is like rushing, in the head of the diarrhea, looking at it, the white mist in the darkness is the end. More often, like the morning fog over the Black Forest, hovering over the top of each tree, lightly winding their leaves. Morning fog, you know, this represents a new life. The beginning of the day begins with this inexplicable morning.

I still remember walking in the playground on campus when I was bored. The playground under the shade of trees always seemed very narrow. I like to stop suddenly, lean my body against the wall, and then look at the people on the playground. I will suddenly smile and tell myself how happy you are to see them. Then he lowered his head and left the hair that fell to his ear. Then go on.

The watch suddenly rang a bit. Very loud. The night is still very quiet.

Put the cup on your mouth, gently lick your mouth, warm the liquid, follow your lips to the throat, and warm your stomach.

I still remember that once you can go shopping, it should be the season of the early winter. The streets are all kinds of costumes that don’t know whether it’s winter or summer. Then, let me tell you that we are very special inside. God knows, I used to wear winter clothes, like a brown bear. I laughed. I agree with it.

It has not been very clear that the changes in the four seasons are in accordance with the law. In addition to the rotation of the earth, in addition to the sparse sunlight, I would like to know more.

Putting down the cup in my hand, I leaned my head on the chair, closed my eyes, and the pale white lamp shone on the eye mask. I felt the bloodshot red, like the maple forest behind the school, the color of blood, I I don't know what it is ultimately marked, whether it is the vitality in winter, or the gray of the sky above it, and how gray it is...