In November, the north had already been cold in winter, and the autumn wind in Shenzhen was gradually cool, and the streets were brought, the night was cold.
In November, I heard that the "wild child" is the death of Xiaoso because of stomach cancer, is 34 years old. The friends of the folk songs sent a book "" Only this commemorates the little Sako and the wild child ". The post includes all songs of the wild child, some people say "I haven't seen the scene of the wild child yet? The wild child has no album yet? Life is so fragile." This afternoon is very warm. Listening to the "Shanghai Pak Scene" of the wild child, feel the breath of the song, from the northwest style, Xiao So sang the heart of the child with the Lanzhou accent. Everything is no longer existed, "wild children" because the leader of the Little Srac is never existed.
In November, I heard that Shuimu Yehua has made a new album "70.80". This album mainly circulates the children in the 1980s, with songs to tell their confuses and towards. The first song in the album "Love. Spring. Autumn" in the "Love" again, we are old, will you say that life is a dream? "Let me feel sleeping in the night, repeated thinking about this In a word, I think that I am like a song, such as dreams, floating in time and space, where is the end.
In November, I changed the computer's desktop with a mountain picture, with a small semi-light blue sky, there are two men who have a bite in the distance, such a scene seems to be in the eyes, but in the sky . I often go to the desktop of the computer on the lack of the grass, I don't want to do anything, I don't do anything, so, quiet sitting here, no one will bother. At the moment, I feel in my dreams. I listened to my heart and listened to my heartbeat in my dream. A burst of autumn wind passed through the hill, blowing down the most on the wind, and issued the sound of "brush".
In November, the red open of the red open on the balcony of the dormitory building, like the early autumn scene of the mountains behind the hometown. I quietly folded a few clusters in a plastic box in which chocolate. A few days later, the flowers were withered, the petals fell, and a piece of blowing was full. I put these dried petals with a box, I want to keep it, and I want to keep my mood.
In November, my friend gave me five goldfish and fish tanks she raised in the first anniversary of her marriage, because she had a lovely little baby, and there is no time to take care of these goldfish. Since then, the first task I get up every morning is to plug in an oxygen bar and feed the fish, the last task before going to sleep is to take the oxygen bar to let them travel quietly. Occasionally, when I was sitting in the fish tank, I watched the goldfish to swim in the water. I don't know if they are lonely in this small space. At this time they are cheerful, keeping the water surface. A few pieces of a mountain red petal floating on the surface, the petals fall into the fish tank with the wind, and fortunately they are with each other.
In November, the grandmother said in the phone that this year's orange is particularly good. Her oranges are in harvest, and several workers are hired. She said that the Orange Garden is golden fruit, heavy. I seem to see the wrinkles of my grandmother, laughing, like a dry crumpled chrysanthemum, is filled with a chair of life. I grew up from the grandmother's family, where the people there in the mountains, I have left deep imprint in my mind. At the beginning of the year, I went therea, the riverbed is narrow, the road is wide, the light is bright, the night sky is dark ------ The family in the blood will accompany me this life, and I am pulling with my pulse ...
In November, I have a kind of faster, and the outside of the ridiculous is empty and desolate, and I want to catch something, but the reach out is out of reach. It seems that there is a swivel tree swaying in the autumn wind, making the final struggle, and finally can only be silent, falling to the ground. I have faced a few times a year, standing in the intersection, I feel deep confused, this kind of work brings confused that I have never had before, maybe I will choose anything, I I am afraid of this unknown choice, I need to use it for 5 years, 10 years to prove whether my choice is correct, and I know, I will not be happy no matter what I choose. In November, the friends of Guangzhou came to the electric saying that they said that at 7 o'clock in the evening of the evening of our Dongshankou Metro Station, no disappearance. They said this is our last small party in 2004. At that time, we brought a guitar and drums, with our dreams and expectations to 2005, we went to the mountain.
In November, let us sing in the mountains.
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