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The yellow woods
I accompanied her around and around the yellow woods, walking back and forth in the park, listening to her cry while she chattered and chattered and chattered. However, it was only after much deliberation that I agreed to her request to come out for a walk with her. In the morning, she called me at work and she said, "I'm getting divorced, can you go for a walk with me? Just for a little while at noon." The voice sounded familiar to me, and it took me a while to remember who she was. Yes, I think I knew her, we met at a dinner party, this conversation-starved lady who wanted to chime in at all times but never could. But how long has it been since we've been in touch? In between my silent thoughts on the other end of the line, she burst into tears, choking back sobs and saying, "I literally have no one to talk to now."
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The hungry artist
Hunger shows have been noticeably chilled out in recent decades. In earlier times, people were interested in organizing such large-scale performances on their own and the income was not bad. But today, these are no longer possible. The situation then is indeed very different from now. At that time, the whole city was busy for the hunger show, the audience is growing day by day, everyone is eager to see at least once a day the performance of the hunger artists. Towards the end of the performance, many people bought long-term tickets, sitting in front of a small metal cage every day, that is, at night, the audience is also incessant. In order to see the effect without losing, people hold torches. When the weather is sunny, people move the cage to the open air, doing so for the sake of children, who have a special interest in starving artists. Adults watching mainly for a pastime, to catch up with the fashion, but the children are very different, they see the tight black suit, pale, thin and bony hunger artist when nervous, dumbfounded, in order to brave, they pull each other's hands tightly. The hunger artist did not even bother with the chair, just sitting on his butt on the hay spread in the cage. He sometimes nodded politely to everyone to say hello, and sometimes smiled hard to answer everyone's questions. From time to time, he also stretched his arms out of the fence, so that people can touch and see, in order to feel how dry and thin he is. Then deep in thought, no one for him to become non-existent, even the cage that is vital to him the clock (the only thing in the cage) also deaf to the rattle, only the almost closed eyes staring blankly ahead, occasionally sip a small glass of water to moisten the lips.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The kind sergent
Juanita, she always loves to drag me to the movies, look to see all those war movies. There are always some very handsome guys who happen to be hit by bullets, and the location of the bullet is always very understanding, not hitting the face or something, and then they always talk about not being able to die for half a day, and must urge their comrades to help them convey their love to the girl back home before they can, and this girl usually has a serious misunderstanding with the dying soldier at the beginning of the movie, and this misunderstanding is about what the girl should wear to the school dance. Either you have to give the slow and handsome guy a lot of time to pass on the important documents he took from the enemy general to his comrades, or he has to explain well before he dies what this whole film is really about. In the meantime, there are a lot of very handsome guys, that is, those of his comrades, who have a lot of time to see this most handsome guy die. There is nothing to see next, anyway, there is a guy who happens to have a military horn on hand, and then takes his precious time to blow his funeral horn. The next picture is the dead guy's old home, the crowd may be up to a million people, including the mayor and the dead guy's parents and his girl, if you're lucky, the president will also come, anyway, everyone around the guy's coffin, speech, handing out medals, all dressed in mourning clothes look better than normal people dressed up to go to a party.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The snake and the human skull
Mr. Palomar was visiting the ruins of Tula, the ancient capital of the Toltecs, in Mexico. He was accompanied by a Mexican friend, an enthusiastic and eloquent connoisseur of Mexican culture before the Spanish rule, who was able to tell him many interesting stories about Quetzalcoatl. Quetzalcoatl was a king before he became a god, and his palace was built in Tula, where now only a row of columns remains, enclosing a patio in the style of an ancient Roman court.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The regret of obession
The regrets of the infatuation keep a girl, she fell in love with a boy in the same class, at that time, she was on the second year, not beautiful learning achievement is also general, and she liked the boy is the best boy in their class, she knows there are many girls like him. Because of the self-conscious ordinary, the girl hid this feeling deep in the heart, no one told, she just study very hard, especially the boys are good at science and chemistry, she learned especially good, is the class in addition to his best. So because of this reason they have more contact than usual between them, she often find excuses to ask him for advice on the subject of physics and chemistry, and he is also very patient to make the answer. At the time of the problem, facing the boy's serious expression and detailed explanation, the girl's small heart filled with happiness ...... in the boy was transferred to the girl's neighboring table one day, in the discussion of the topic with him, the girl deliberately dropped the pen in her hand on the ground between and the boy, and then deliberately pretended to inadvertently put her hand on the boy. Bend down to pick up the pen ...... in the girl's memory that was her first and only physical contact with the boy, when that feeling of excitement and do thievery, still very clearly in the mind, although it has been so many years, every time the thought of inadvertently will still have a feeling of rapid heartbeat. The first time I saw him, he was in a different class, so she couldn't see his figure and hear his voice every day, her heart was filled with loss, and her grades slipped unnoticed. Until the arrival of the first monthly exam in junior high school, she saw the honor roll his ranking is still in the third position, while her name is not on it ...... his heart was touched, so from then on she began to study again wholeheartedly, and the purpose is only one: to make their names ranked in the nearest place to his. Just in the size of the test again and again her ranking is always one or two behind him, no matter how hard she can not reach the fourth position, again and again disappointed but turned into her motivation to learn, finally in the last of that midterm, she succeeded in getting their names ranked together, only this time she third he fourth ...... similar results Let them choose the same school, just the same school different class, but, for such a result, the girl has been very satisfied. Just after the start of the school year she could rarely see him, even if they met he only lightly greeted, such a situation makes the girl feel infinite sadness. The second year of high school, she and he were reassigned to a class, just know the news girl excited insomnia for several days. But the situation after the start of the school year but again let the girl feel disappointed, because his side is always surrounded by too many girls, while she can only be a quiet spectator, although she also always look for opportunities to find the tacit understanding when they once discussed the problem, but, helpless, junior high school memories of him seems to have been very blurred. However, the girl's appreciation for the boy grew with time. The name of the boy gradually became synonymous with the perfect boy in her mind, and she was deeply fascinated by him. The time flies in the high school three years ended, the welcome is a long summer, also in that summer the girl deeply experienced the boy's attentiveness and thoughtfulness, in time and again in the gathering, the girl's heart originally scattered emotions gradually converge into a deep fondness. However, the girl still did not express something to the boy, still playing her big-hearted character as a friend. The girl's world completely lost the boy's figure, and it was at that time that the girl realized that without the boy's world loaded with only loneliness, and it was at that time that the girl was hooked on sleep, because as soon as she slept, in the dream she could see the boy's bright smile and gentle voice ...... just every time The waking up thoughts will increase a few points. There was a time when the girl was hooked on the Internet, and she ran to the school's Internet cafe almost every day, because she knew that the boy often online, and every time she saw the boy's name on QQ and classmates, the girl's heart would miraculously calm down, and not see his name her heart would be very uneasy ...... when the sisters in the dorm room were talking about When their love, the girl will quietly lie in bed outlining the boy's outline. The girl did not know if this was called love, so she did not dare to say his name out easily, and the girl did not say this feeling to the boy, because the girl understood in her heart that the boy's feelings for her and her for him were different. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. What do you feel about me?" The boy over there froze for half a day, he returned a sentence: "To be honest with you do not feel, all along I only think of you as a good friend, and I promised a person to wait for her four years." Such an answer, in the girl's expected, but personally heard him say, her heart still in a sudden feeling of being hollowed out. The tears just flowed down, for the first time for the two words of feelings, but also for the first time to experience the cramps of a broken heart. The actual fact is, you can't let go, you can't stop missing him, you can call him and say with indifferent words that she will also wait for him for four years, but she knows in her own heart that saying it represents a promise, not a joke, and this also becomes the best excuse for her to miss him and dream of him, deep inside, she is always looking forward, looking forward to the day when her obsessive waiting can expect a sincere return from him. ...... in the contradictory struggle to let go and insist on two years of time, in two years of time, the girl has experienced a lot of maturity and a lot of thinking on this issue, she gradually understood that her insistence and infatuation in exchange for perhaps only his burden and scruples. So on the day he sent a searching text message, she knew he might have found a girl he wanted, so she took the opportunity to tell him that she understood her feelings for him were not love, and she would no longer insist on that four-year contract in the past. But the girl did not know that the boy's girlfriend is the girl's best friend, in just know, the girl covered the quilt silently thought the whole night, the original intention to ignore him and her friends, but, in the end, the girl is still too kind, not two days, she gave up their original insistence, because she did not want her friends and he was hurt, just she seems to forget, in fact, she is the one The most deeply hurt people ......
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The dog in the subway
When I was 20 years old, I lived away from home for the first time, so I got a dog as a companion, and it was Bao Fu. Although he weighed more than me and had a mouthful of sharp teeth, he was so gentle that wherever I went, I felt safe as long as he was around.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Petlife
The walnut cheese
A sweet soup with walnut cheese at Yuhwadai is also very called for. One year, my late husband took our family to Yuhuatai for lunch. There was a table full of three generations of grandchildren. We ate all the specialties, and finally a large bowl of walnut cheese, the color and aroma is excellent, everyone called. Xianci said, "Good is good, but how many bowls to sell a day, need to produce in large quantities, so can only do this, another day I will try a small pot at home to make, to give you a taste." We were so excited to hear that. When we got home, she made it every day.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The island at noon
The first time he saw the island, Marini was courteously leaning down toward the seat on his left, setting down the plastic table and putting up the lunch tray. As he walked back and forth with his magazine or his whiskey glass, the female passenger looked at him several times; Malini unhurriedly adjusted the table, bored, wondering if it was necessary to respond to the persistent gaze of the female passenger - an American woman, one of many American female passengers. Just then, the blue oval of the porthole window showed the coast of the island, with its beaches like golden ribbons and a small hill clustered around a central wilderness. Marini smiled at the female passenger as she righted her tilted beer glass. "A Greek island." He said. "Oh, yes, Greece." The American woman replied, feigning interest. The bell rang and the steward straightened up, a professional smile still lingering on his thin lips. He went to fetch tomato juice for a Syrian couple, but paused for a few seconds to look down when he reached the rear of the cabin: the island was small, isolated in the sea, with the azure Aegean encircling it, framing it with a dazzling frozen white edge that should have been the waves splashing between the reef and the bay. Marini watched the desolate beach stretching north and west, the rest of it a mountainous ridge that tapered into the sea. A rock-strewn deserted island, though the leaden gray speck near the northern beach could have been a home, perhaps a cluster of primitive houses. He opened his can of juice, and by the time he straightened up the island had disappeared through the porthole, leaving only the sea, a sprawling green horizon. He subconsciously glanced at his watch: it was just about noon.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
