Blurred vision

I have already told you: let me accompany you well, go to the misty fog and enjoy the flowers once.

"Your wish has finally come true!" When you heard it, you almost went crazy. If you want to indulge the torrent of desire, you have to run around endlessly! Isn't it? It's like I deliberately released this kind of gossip, like a bad boy trying to please you, like I want you to jump into my arms to satisfy my luck. Lovely is that this kind of care for the soul is true. You see, it's early morning, but you can't guess whether there is a crescent moon hidden between the misty sky and yellow, or a sunrise crouching on the milk and doodling, or a star full of surprises lurking-it is always ready to shine for your favor and decorate your bright eyes.

"Well, the' crimson pearl fairy grass' that you have always admired in the back garden should be completely transformed today!" In fact, "crimson beads" are not grass seedlings, but cloves, especially surrounded by this layered, shallow and deep skirt, which may show more transparent and holy charm.

As soon as you saw through my sweet words, you giggled again. Suddenly, you really kept laughing at me. I really can't help you; While you are laughing at me, you are still "bullying" and "coaxing" me, calling to pester me and "begging for help" to let me carry you downstairs. To tell the truth, I was extremely reluctant, but for a while, somehow, I felt the freedom and joy of walking in the clouds; Who, who taught me helplessness and speechless at this moment? On weekdays, you and I hold big hands with small hands; My big hand is holding your little hand, and inadvertently, I am willing to gently pull your cuff. But I have never felt this kind of "confusion" today-the habit of procrastination. Maybe all I think is: the bridge is tired, the running water is tired, and only I am still chewing stupidly; I want it to be true anyway. Behind you, I expect this is also a fresh and colorful taste.

It's the first time I carry you to the place you want to go.

"come on Let's go downstairs to see the scenery together! " Slowly, I put you on my thick back. At the moment of contact, I couldn't help feeling a different kind of surprise: hey, I've gained a lot of weight these days! After all, it's just thinking.

Although my back can "hold up" and I didn't make an indecent sound, I still have all the words in my heart, and it is a "plop". It looks like rain, wind blows stones, and more like a cloud of smoke falling.

"Tired, we, have a rest? Take a break before you go? "

"Impossible-I'm not tired!"

From every step of the stairs to the "Garden of Eden" you are looking forward to, the dialogue of "Tired or not" is full, so it is repeated; That's it, you and I can also wait in the dust to purify the air, while smiling faces, laughter and fog fill the garden. I don't know why, but I can't bear to put it down easily for a while, and then I put down this jade statue on my back; What is different from the statue is your liveliness and laughter, which makes the atmosphere lively and warm. Everything smiles warmly at me. It seems selfish, stupid and chilling to be "relieved" and alone silently. Wrong.

There are two people here, a paradise of "Eden"; A thousand layers of fog, we have the same language-at least the expectation of a lilac, and the enjoyment of heart and flower synchronization. However, because of you, I forgot for a short time. . . . . .

"Do you smell it? The familiar fragrance seems to fall from the sky. " Although I didn't look back, I could guess that your face suddenly became solemn, and then you lay quietly on your shoulder, breathing carefully.

"yes." I answered easily. In fact, I didn't want to smell anything fishy, especially my initial expectation. Lilac said, "Did you-did you hear anything special?"

"Of course!" So you became very excited, your heart beat like it was on my vest, and you almost got into my chest with a plop. "In my dream, it seems that there is a beautiful girl in purple clothes who has been stroking the strings, even the lingering rhyme and melody are purple!" You seem to be trapped in a hazy purple whirlpool; Fortunately, after a long time, you finally recovered.

And I, at this moment, seem to be a more realistic statue; It's not a little bit of "crimson pearl fairy grass" or lilacs at the feet, just a lingering loneliness.

"Well-show me and touch those flowers!"

"-the air is not very good in foggy days, so don't add any new diseases to you-"I suddenly tore up my promise to you nervously, mercilessly and resolutely; "Flower viewing"? Become an empty joke? "empty talk" Joke! Joke! I finally dare to look back-

Your expression shows a little sadness. Obviously, this is not the result I want to see at all. however ...

"Well, I'm tired. Please leave me, I want to have a good rest; You can go first. "