The bottom is out. Through the unyielding spring, summer's inflation and turbidity, autumn water clear to see the bottom, fish in the water calendar. You stand at the water's edge and stare at the reflection in the water.
It's like you're back 20 years, you're back where you started. Riding your new bike, you came to the river border of your hometown and looked at the clear water. Before your eyes, you were walking and reciting on the river bank. He looks at you and says, I want to be like this, clean and dirty, clear and undivided.
At first, he tried to keep his promise. His work, behavior, in front of you, as transparent as autumn. Since when has his heart been like the waters of summer encumbered with sand and silt that is no longer transparent? From you to dissuade him from accepting a pair of shoes? Should you be careful in persuading him to make friends? You almost say it with disgust: don't be chained to your neck! Almost without a word, he turned and walked away, leading the door with a loud bang.
You feel him slide down and down, and there's nothing you can do. You often have a dream: he was swallowed down by the dark abyss, swallowed...
When you look at him openly in the street with a woman wearing a brand name, you think he is completely over, you are completely over.
You dream that the woman is "painted skin" to eat him alive. He was indeed eaten, and there were no principles or bottom lines to satisfy her desire. He became a part of his own sleuthing, and went to prison with people he had despised.
When you think of him, you feel suffocated: he is like a tree with luxuriant foliage, fragrant flowers in spring, cool green leaves in summer. When you are going to harvest in autumn, you will find that the insects will decay from the roots...
Almost nobody is responsible for his death, you ask the babbling: why?
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