When I prone on the window ill look at campu draw a lawn and clean neat cement milling, thoe who wear chool uniform carrying a big bag with pure color hair of children - the ame i really the ame children - on the big tep acro the remind me of when I wa a little boy, I loved to it on the fence. I it on the wall in the afternoon one afternoon to ee the autumn wind ran lope, leave yellow overnight. Wa too lazy to practie the piano to the hillide and children playing houe, pick up the fruit to eat, finally caught back colded. And all the tulip bulb dimembered in my uncle' garden, the juice daub on the clothe. Moment I actually forgot I have already no longer young, campu noiy the younger iter of loudpeaker acid in yum lyric compoition, the blackboard there i a big job... My dear unruly life, mall K you remember, we are tand againt the wall in the afternoon "cior tone cloth", you uddenly ay "I want to fly!" Then I aw the teacher' office out of the window over a group of dove, fly ilently ilent. White feather pure a you hung and weat mud eal face, clean year later, in retropect, I till feel clear a yeterday.
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When he wa even year old were forced to it in a tick to the piano tool, drawing board;
Grade three love literature for many claic although many or comic book;
Senior year crazy like comic and cartoon;
Care about politic and determined to do a mayor of fifth grade;
Sixth grade ha a firm belief of feminim and family honor, keen on archaeological book;
At the beginning of a read a few book eay philoophy at that time the addiction;
2 when like numerology of the pychology a well a about the meaning, atrology, tarot CARDS;
High chool what interet keen to firt love, don t come home at night, quiet and ad;
High in the form of tranformation into elf, pervere, and aociated with mild depreion;
Now I care about the weather, the mood, thing, and grade. The only big volume will do i to turn the volume of ketch, gouache, ketch, ee if on the date of the ign face to face i complete. And then find out the taff page flipping, from eritrea to czerny 599 to 749 to 749 to 299 to 740, the lat i the year before lat ummer lizt Hungarian rhapody 5 of torture me to death. Stiff hand lift piano cover, wa in black and white on the keyboard, to hake up, can't play like murakami wrote down. Holding the acoutic guitar clumily dial the ame chord, a drop of tear down the impact on the teel tring I hear thunder exploding heavy charge. Sadne from the bottom of my heart overflow, wet my face, I depreed down, no longer peak.
Thi i growing up, like a page by page book.
I look at myelf, love uch a cutting. The dominant child where go to, don't have to grow up o fat. I looked at hi ixteen began to aging mind, himelf, very indignation. I want to eize time by the collar killed him with one punch. I feel like I wa in ruh forward purued happine money houe the car beauty ideal of maintream crowd, caught in the middle hit by a taggering puhe in crowded forward, they are in high pirit cheerfully in the cro flow of material to catch-up. I don't. I have forgotten a backpack behind, the containing my toy and thing. I want to go back with... Do I have to go back. I will flow away. Thi i one of my ideal, countle time I dream of a walk againt the crowd, hi face engraved refue and compromie of firmne and heitation. Have been walking, hi ideal i either find the tarting point of the world, or detroyed at the end of the univere.
Kafka, aid really road i ued for people to walk more, than for a trip.
I lot in the deolate wind to find the direction of the tar, fatigue irritability i top. At the beginning of the creation of the univere from the myth and ｓｃｒｉｐｔure. I'm tanding in the middle of the iland eagerly looking, but the ky above the black hurricane reting. But I till believe, I like the Lord mercifully believe that we, a a thinking creature i the materpiece of god, the black earth and heaven with beautiful now and peaceful village. We will car a a gloriou hitory, and then be remembered and gently rub. We are only after a life of dream, cloudy like in a blind alley, but woke up and began to pour out her tear in the un thi cracked land, everything will tart all over again. Like the canne movie dialogue: "ye, fantay, we lack of imagination."
I alway to reit the view from wad for eye, cycle of day and night. And like a ong by cover cover to cover. Wake up, leep, now.
I like crazy all day to read the mantra "I collaped" evil mile, touched the head of the north wood aid far far to I'll give you a medallion ". Through the len can ee north wood limpid eye, looking like a lovely boy. I look at feel warm. We live a imple life, imply don't have to worry about unemployment or devaluation, bankruptcy, and financial crii. The bubble economy of modern indutry make me feel really too rich i not good, you ee more than the Japanee economy i weak. We Chinee people carrying red flag on the avenue mighty pirit that weterner.
Children with ordinary death like u. But along the way by the dream, faith, truggle, adne and go on forever drum, dance of youth, even if will eventually burt into ahe float in the ky after a heavy fall, but, after all, a magnificent and olemn and tirring. I've een it in a magazine: "in the peacetime crowing, youth in Lao to generation after generation, and to grow in the generation after generation. Looking back, more than plendor and love, more than learning and fahion, more than blood and revolution, more than truggle and the ideal, not heroe and dedication." Jie uo lu told u "than Malone effect" will power i indipenable to life. Hemingway to borrow in the lat century, Gertrude, with the word "you are the lot generation" a a virgin novel begin, we will give you a hard time dubbed a warm like a flower name "young people". So we cry out young i a time when all hi mama, no one will blame u too cynical mile. The meaning of the youth i even ad tear, i till a requiem mixed with rock flavor.
I write here to find out of the window with a bright qiuyang, if can i a houe. I think of deep in the memory of light, and through the dark void. I like not obedient child, ha yet to tart theater curtain, devout and naughty to peep at the feeling of life. Thoe who hide behind variou face on the ruin of the hymn to pawn their heroic love and deception. In the decription of thi teting, I to free the maliciou tore up the life of the look, I caued by out of context the unforgivable mitake. But do not in. Becaue for refrigerated revolt ha alway been intact and routine work for the people of life, their life ha not been torn had already died.
Chekhov aid, if you have already lived that life i jut a draft, have again copying it would be great. But I want to. I cribbled youth and may alo be untidy, life i beautiful, not a materialitic hunting tunner.
North wood notebook have o a word:
Originally ome thing really i caual complete, ome people really are doomed to imagine. ...... No matter how god give me the body, I taged eventeen year of viciitude, ome people ome thing i o glimmering in the cenery along the way. I learned to ecure learned lie learned to calm to the ilence learned pereverance. Joy in and out in the given break into a gla, I'm tanding in the wind in the darket corner of wept them into the bottom of my heart. No relationhip. White teeth mile at other and a much oul filling the hadow along. There are only h2 everywhere.
So if you have unfortunately you want to take, comfort ometime hort, not h2 alo want to h2.
Comment: outrageou lyrical proe mot belong to a paranoid lightly melancholy young talent. Thi man i he. Writing i a doe of the remedy. However, writing i not only to vent talented, or elf-pity and bo ympathy; There need to be beyond the emotional and uperb kill how that writing - i alo a writer of nobility. Self-repect and retraint i a mut. When writing become a need, alo i one kind of aware kill, it look like a flower opening in the dut of the flower, have a kind of common pride and bright. We will automatically become piou and confidence. Between word could actually i full of o many wonderful, thi i we can from QiJin year of experience in the work.
Different from general young writer. QiJin year ha built up a h2 power to control their own writing. Thi doe not mean hi pen technology, but to hi maturity; He ha quite a ability of thought and feeling to look at themelve, including to examine their writing and to expre Fang Wu (or generation). Hi writing in the urging how thinking qualification. In hallow promicuou, moaning and hoity-toity advanced difficult fahion - it' a pity that they have been popular among youth writing - and apparently more richly textured QiJin year of writing. He ha a more cloe to the pure literary temperament.
Haven't undre to eat without friend, orry we don't have the qualification, we can alo write the happine ha a long hitory.