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| I first moved into a three day night, the setting sun as bright as usual, purple light as if from every window came through. I have been infatuated with the sunset in a particular time will be issued the Zixia, that is his most brilliant the most charming moment. That the Mei lit, seems to contain clinging and miss a lovers. I stood in the porch, looking at a light white light lit up, every table each classroom books on almost all rolled up the same corner, the one point one fold, the whole teaching building like in silence. Such a long time in the past, I always cannot help wondering, if at that time know and so much joy in high school, the only one evening remember so deep I will that day would like? But the only thing I know for sure, I still like everyday, casual or casual look up and have a look whether her shadow after. But now I know, the memory will change. It appears even frequency, length, and even itself, will be with the person this scenario changes. Like a year and a half later, I come back to high school, I clearly remember the last stadium next to a shop, rough and dark. Store, is a row of still seems high camphor tree. But after a year and a half, there is only a wall of mottled grey walls. Camphor tree is still obviously, but it seems to be behind the tree is always like that, if not I don't know how much water is bought in the shop's memory, the wall always give a person feel standing as unalterable principles, should is it is always there. Before the year, I have seen this what college entrance exam experience sharing books. Various methods which introduced early don't forget where to go, but I see someone to write a word, particularly impressive. She said: "Looking back now, before the college entrance examination day suddenly like the glass dense mist blurred." In those days, I have been think it very funny, think I this day learned half alive, then how can say forget you forget? Ha ha, this is ridiculous. But the paper from the hand in the beginning of the second, about that before memory began to like the different blocks of the pigments are twisted together, just start to feel, a riot of colours, and abnormal, but later on, along with the time, with the smell of smoke, with beer and singing, it started fast fuzzy, even don't know where is the blue where is purple, finally, I hardly know, it became a dark brown. The only thing I can do now, is drown from the ruins in trying to find a trace of it once stood. But even if found, again how? I don't know. I just want to now as a vast sea of numerology, seize even a piece of wood, and the wood, where it flows, the wood and how the class, now let it be. |
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