Exquisite notes? Dream +0.2. 10

The traffic is busy, noisy and quiet.

? Early in the morning, it was raining outside the window. Rain and fog squeeze into every gap in the air, infiltrating my skin with a fragrance of ten thousand mu. The coolness is beginning to show, and the warmth of the bed makes people want to stay. When I close my eyes, my eyes are full of endless darkness. I only heard the rain dripping on the concrete pavement, and the sound of falling on the eaves of various households drifted slowly from a distance, gently and slowly. The world is so quiet.

? Accompanied by the ticking of rain, footsteps, the friction of wheels running over the road, and the warm conversation of people, I stepped into silence and fell into the rain net. My sister's figure emerged from a distance, and a navy umbrella rose above my head, reflecting a light pink cotton-padded coat, which was not contradictory at all. In the rain, two people looked at each other from a distance, and the two umbrellas slowly walked towards each other and touched their heads gently, thus melting into the morning like a veil. The sound of floating around pierced the white morning. The faint fog color blurred a corner of the city and blended with the light rain. I can't tell whether the light and shadow in front of me is the rain in my dream or the dream in the rain. I saw in the dim light that a smile was in full bloom at the corner of my mouth, and there were raindrops inside.

Twenty-nine The steaming breakfast shop is still crowded with people, and my aunt is frying cakes as usual, but the illusion is that my sense of smell seems to be out of order, and the aroma has not yet floated into my nose. I bought two boxes of rice rolls today, but the place where I enjoyed the delicious food was changed from breakfast shop to home. Breakfast used to be in a hurry, just as a task. It is rare to have leisure time to sit with close people, bring a mood and enjoy the taste of breakfast. This sense of ritual is particularly poetic on a gloomy rainy day.

After walking through the alleys for thousands of times, the alleys in the rain are a little warmer and seem a little more sad. Brick-paved old houses are neatly arranged on both sides, and mottled cracks tell the story of the years. Suddenly I remembered Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane in the high school textbook. The poem was scattered in the air, and every word was wet by the rain. The long and lonely rain lane in my mind coincides with the old lane in front of me. The little girl with an umbrella in front of me is taking a light step, carrying a hot breakfast and melting into this cold rain painting. Along the way, I took my mobile phone and tried to capture the imprint of rain. In the lens, thin lines fall from the sky, connected with the pool swaying in the sky, and the gently rippling waterline spreads from the inside out and becomes bigger until it disappears. Leaves were scattered on the ground sparsely, and a figure was reflected in the rain. I haven't observed everything in the world so carefully for a long time.

? Pull down the curtains and close the window. Black slowly climbed up and gradually filled the whole room. I stepped on the dark and huge body and plunged into the soft quilt. Only the two of us are in a small space. The rain is still falling, breaking the dreams of countless people and beating the anxiety that spreads in my heart. Suddenly, my heart has no place to put it, like a spring. "Sister, what should I do?" Maybe only darkness will keep my secret. We started talking as usual, from the past to the present, from the present to the future. Someone gave me an umbrella, propped up the pouring sadness, brushed away the anxiety, and captured more sunshine and love in this world. It turns out that this girl in front of me is the one who has always been with me and listened to me tirelessly. She changed from a child to an adult and witnessed countless important moments in her life. She is not flesh and blood, but she is also very close to me.

The music in the mobile phone sounded in the dark room with the rain. In such dreary weather and gloomy mood, music sounds lazy, erratic and confused, and the boundary between reality and dreams becomes blurred. The light coming through the window also becomes half bright and half dark, and the words ring from the ear and gradually disappear. Holding chocolate vita milk in my hand, I drank it in one gulp, and my thoughts began to become complicated again, like a messy desk. Time seems to be frozen by the cold. It was a long time before I left the dark room and let the raindrops leave long water marks on the umbrella again.

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This is a familiar road, but I'm lost. The person who just made an appointment to meet met below, and in a blink of an eye, he came to this bustling road. There seems to be something wrong with the program in my mobile phone and I can't switch to the target page. This building was designated as my junior high school. I've been following the tone of my mobile phone, trying to walk from the south gate to the main gate. People who have been worried about seeing each other have waited too long, and they are worried and lost. But suddenly, I walked back to the high school dormitory in a daze, but the dormitory was empty. I think it's late, they are still studying in the classroom, and the college entrance examination is coming soon ... is it? The voice of doubt sounded. I'm not sure when the college entrance examination is, and I'm not sure whether to take it or not. I seem to be late. I haven't written my homework yet, and I haven't started reviewing. ....

? Big high school, familiar and unfamiliar. In the evening, I walked by the calm lake, and it was getting dark. I was going to take a bus home from school when I walked to the school gate, got on the bus at the station near the school and looked up at the sky. The sky is blue, like a blue grassland. The bus carried me around every corner of the city, wandering in the streets, and a dazzling array of goods flooded into my field of vision. However, the bus suddenly became a subway. I sat alone in the carriage, looking at the darkness around me and thinking about where I was going. In the dark tunnel, the subway was moving along the track, but suddenly it broke through the darkness and the light spilled in bit by bit. I didn't expect the subway to reach the ground. Where is this? Fear of strangeness suddenly struck.

? I returned to school again, and the spacious corridor of the teaching building was empty. I walked along the corridor, walked into the teacher's office and stayed in front of all the classes for a long time. I slipped into the secret corridor. This mysterious corridor seems to have no end, and I don't know where it will lead.

? Go home and drink a bowl of steaming soup. After a long time, the rain stopped. The words in the book flowed out, but it rained in my heart.