日兮月兮 浅草红团

随便写写，PR出身老师莫take it too seriously

我想陪陪你，听你说说话，听你聊聊最近的烦心事儿，哪怕发发牢骚、骂骂你碰上的傻逼们也好。我是你倾诉的树洞，我偷吃你的秘密直到永久；直到我的身体堆满你情绪的产物，完好的以及残缺的，我也不让树下的花栗鼠摘走任何一颗你秘密的果子。我偷吃你的秘密直到你忘了他们曾是你整夜辗转的罪魁祸首，阻塞你思想的一根横木；直到有一天，我掏空自己和你分享只有我知道的另一个你时，你却睁大眼睛好奇地看着我，仿佛我在讲一个陌生的古老故事。

“China, please stop your flying pace, wait for your people, wait for your soul, wait for your morality, wait for your conscience! Don’t let the train run out off track, don’t let the bridges collapse, don’t let the roads become traps, don’t let houses become ruins. Walk slowly, allowing every life to have freedom and dignity. No one should be left behind by our era.”

Early this afternoon I’ve involved in a discussion regarding the Wenzhou bullet train crash on 

It’s around 6:30 in the morning. I drank a cup of hot peppermint tea and lay down at the usual time that I go to bed. I hate myself not getting out of the terrible habit of thinking back with what happened in the day, or even with those occurred in a few days around. I tried hard to empty my mind and stretch out like an unvigilant cat to be closing my eyes with great relief …but eventually, it turns out me sitting here writing this piece of blog.

    这个城市，永远比纽约充满着更多的吸引力。因为城市本身建筑和模样透出的精致气质，还因为在那里发生的许多故事。每一次，无论是计划中的旅行，还是仅仅为了散心或事出有因的造访，半年内三次的短暂停留，这个城市从来都没有令我失望。即便最终回程那天我的时间是多么有限，他总能让我恋恋不舍，为自己找一个任性而不当的借口再多留一伙；像一个不常见面但断断续续联系着的老情人，两人意外地相遇了，还想多看他一眼。时间一久，已经道不出爱他的理由，也非要天天粘在一起不可，因为彼此有自己的生活，甚至婚姻与家庭。只是一旦相见，还是忍不住多多寒暄，难免动情说两句过界话，却都明白，不过是玩笑罢了。显然玩笑总比单调或是烦躁