I once afraid of blood. Those of the horrible red liquid, with a smell flowing slowly in my eyes. Sometimes it is quiet, lying there almost transparent, reflecting a weird light; sometimes it is violent, splashing from the body, four out. Conacity. Even when I saw the blood on the book, I will also be inexplicably fear. I dare not go with my hand, I am afraid to stick it, the fingertips will flow into thick blood. I often see the blood of the naughty children. I stared at the injury for a long time, and my part will also hurt. I keep, ask, hurt, hurt? Later I will accidentally break your fingers. But I don't feel fear at all, just worry that it will not restore the original. I licked those wounds with a soft tongue. Because my mother said, they will recover quickly. Then in the later weeks, I will often observe the wound carefully and watch them hea. There is no fear in my heart, only pity, and a curious change in observing things. I can't explain this subtle psychology. Perhaps the awe of life contained in the blood, perhaps the fear of violence that produces blood.
I think of a group of chicks that have been raised when I was young. That is a group of cute life, with bright and fragile colors. Use your fingers to touch their soft slippery bones. When they put them in their hand, they will be curious. But use your hand to gently press it, they will be closed quietly, sometimes I have enough mouth in my sleep. These vast life. Maybe a certain morning opened the paper box, the little guys went out, leaving a stiff body; maybe a certain storm, the chick who can't hold it slowly. And when they grow up, they will have a full and beautiful wings, powerful feet. Just they can't know. They are ignorant, free and happy. One day, I took a group of children to see my pets, I let them stay outside. I tally summon my chicks, just like a wonderful performance. Suddenly, I heard a scream. I stayed. I cried loudly, shouting, poured those children out of the house. I looked at the yellow chick, dragging the intestines slowly walking on the ground. It is still so small, it will run with your companions. But suddenly, it feels abnormal pain. It doesn't know what happened around, and it will even have a little hatred. It is going forward with full efforts, even if the companion is curious, even if it leaves it, there is not much blood. It has an optimistic nature that can still be resistant to death.
There is still half an hour to go to the New Year. I didn't go out to watch fireworks, I went back to a few blessing SMS. The sound of the firecracker is dense and repeated, and the fireworks fly to the sky. I think, the color of that moment should be very beautiful. The warm tears will continue to flow.
