Where are you from asparagus ah

Hint of sunset through screen window slanting in the cabin of the bed, inadvertently feel fast time is like blowing hair, the wind, all quickly let alone have to let a person be at a loss what to do, everything is like yesterday You beauty.

Two years ago, I was away from home, carrying the hopes and dreams, like a bird living in the cottage. A door, empty cabin, the head of a nearly choking air, let me retreat two or three steps, thinking: this room I can live? "People can change everything, what is difficult?" No time to hesitate, a bite, walked into the cabin You beauty.

Half a day, the house is clean. You need a needle and thread, fatigue strength are not. The hungry I, but in just laying bed whirring sleep until the next morning, until the outside noisy up, I just opened my sleepy eyes.

The outside world is very exciting, but life is very helpless. A person's life, full of hardships and lonely. Whenever the sun sets, whenever a person standing in the doorway looking at the distance in a daze, whenever work not wandering in the inside and outside of the cabin... That taste, can not find any word to replace autism treatment
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Later, I bought a few bonsai placed the window, that fill the emptiness of life, and the cabin air purification. I will not grow the grass, so all put on the window sill are all kinds of flowers and bonsai, flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum "". The flowers have withered, but there is a pot of asparagus survived. Several times she has been on the verge of wilting, I readily pinch a fertilizer, but a cup of water, she unexpectedly leaves refurbished up, originally I was unconscious, even mischievous, it was reported to the lovely green! She makes me a simple life in the fear of oil. Think yunyun a member and willing to be ordinary branch, I no grievance, no gorgeous delicate pies, from the earth and return to the earth, life is not a short panicked, but no deadline is approaching the hysteria.

People not resentful, not to not impatient, not significant but not decadent. No one cheers come alive, persist in one's old ways and free to breathe. There is no life outside of the chase, abandon the burden of worldly possessions. This kind of life is dull, the existence of death, so that I have a lot of association.

In this room, I want to be a friend of silence. The intricacies of abandoning the social occasions, away from the emotional color of the bizarre, less saliva exchange banquet dinner table; there is no difference between the rich and the poor, not for sex congenial without panlongfufeng. Give and take is unequal, the inevitable heart resentment; status is different, since the embarrassing restraint. Fashion deliberately reciprocity, not to engage in vulgar equivalent exchange, pay are willing and happy; winner books really thankful, willing partners. She was tolerant of my cold, do not care about my indifference, she to my negligence and forget give tolerance and patience friends so far, husband duplicate whatasks?

That night, I with my friends in the wine on the table to drink in a complete mess. Seats eventually were scattered, rickety enter the hut, drunkenly turned on the light, the light through, stared at the sill of the pots of asparagus. I suddenly wake up be dead drunk. Look, this is a diary, it records the evolution of life -- the cruel and vivid. I bent over to look at it. Her branches like the pendulum of the time, her branch rod like strong support and a body intricate foliage Huangruo vicissitudes.

Where are you from asparagus ah! We are swimming in the elements of life in the void, coupling and collision. In this All sounds are still. night, I ask you of asparagus, drunk or you wake up.

Now, I want to move, to leave the cabin of the dwelling for two years, leaving this pot of Asparagus in the cottage and I a romance.