When I wrote a poem again, I would inevitably recall my childhood, I tried to turn the photo in my memory into a movie, try to find the initial image of fear. Initially thinking about light, light is a low-wattage bulb, it is a white light. It is a street light, and when it is fainting, I can't touch it, sometimes I will let the object belt on the body. Light may also be a television in a dark, and the long light in the toilet in the kids. Later, I thought about the streets in the 1980s. I didn't know that the memory from the movie or I was, it should be a movie to verify the memory. The narrow street is full of people riding a bicycle. They rush almost the same speed in front, wearing good clothes, white blue and plaid. And now the street is gray. Later, I thought of the home, the very low room, the green ceiling, I always think that the roof is very thin, the rain drops from the sky will leave it, but I also think that he is very safe to block all bad weather, I am willing to hide there. There is also a tattered small courtyard, and there are often the streets that are often passed. It has begun to become bustling, with a variety of colors.
For me now I am typing, this is the memory of childhood. Maybe I will deform the memory for some kind of lyrical purpose. In fact, the memory is not true, it is twisted with myself, but actually a matter.
My memory is no sunshine, grassland and flowers. Maybe I have experienced but my memory is not, let me recall, and such memories can only verify and strengthen my cruel.
I always insomnia in the summer of the year of the year, I couldn't sleep all night. At that time, I found that the sky is 4, 5 o'clock in the morning, probably written in the essay written in elementary school composition. It let me think of the corpse, crumpled white cotton cloth and a hanging arm, a face. I don't seem to know why I like Joy Division and Ian Curties, his death is practiced in the early morning hallucinations. I clearly remember the sentence I wrote "His body is in the sun." At that time, it was the beginning of the city. Different loads have different voices. They whizzed, I have a room close to the road, I looked at the wide gray road, busy car and busy people. . I have already moved home and didn't change my fear of the morning. It was a few years ago, I was a white sky, and a sunshine was hit on the wall through the window. I observed the weird shadows, as if I was sport, like a big expression like a run of tiger. . I know that I will go to school, I have to go through the same speed with the same speed through the same speed, I have to kill the fear and the juggling of the incompetence of adult life, and enjoy the kind of "city like them" Sunshine. In the area where I have no memories have been planted a lot, but I have never defeated the fear of the morning.
