A lifetime of waiting and seeing fireworks

The sky is cracked and as intricate as my palmprint

And your eyes are still beautiful and soft.

Blue velvet

The moon is bright, no matter how bright it is.

My mournful vicissitudes of life

You are fireworks worth watching all my life.

This is my doom. I can't resist.

And I love you

This is my desperate love.

The moon is bright, no matter how bright it is.

The shadow of your palmprint

The fate of my third life

It's spring in Shanghai in March, but my eyes are always typhoid.

When I was sitting in the library in Beicheng, I found that the cherry blossoms outside the window had been very presumptuous. Beicheng closed its eyes in the clear but still cold sun, and the fragrance of the flowers in the air was strong and erratic, looming, occasionally giving people a very sober puncture. The petals floated in from the window and fell on the hair of Beicheng, and then suddenly disappeared. It's like snow falling on the black earth, disappearing silently.

Before and during this spring, Beicheng was a gentle and peaceful man. He studied Chinese at Fudan University and wrote clean and clear words. Like the mouse in listening to the Wind, there is no death or sex in the text.

Beicheng's home is in Beijing, at the end of a street full of camphor. Like all men in the north, the north city has a deep silhouette left by the north wind. He is a handsome man. Wear a warm white sweater and loose soft jeans. blue. Wash it slightly white. Beicheng doesn't use perfume, but it always smells like grass. Beicheng has a clean and refreshing hairstyle and uses a clean white handkerchief.

Spring said to him when he saw Beicheng for the first time, you know, there are very few men in this city who use handkerchiefs. Your handkerchiefs are clean and blue-and-white plaid. Same as my sheets.

The first time Beicheng met spring was at a dance in the department. In spring, I sit alone in a dark corner out of the light. Beicheng sits next to her. When I drink a glass of lemonade with ice in spring, my hair comes down naturally from both sides of my face. Shiny and soft. Spring felt that someone was looking at her, so she turned her head and stared presumptuously into the eyes of Beicheng. She said, you've been looking at me, and you're blushing. The north city bowed its head. He did not understand why a woman could enter other people's minds so directly and almost presumptuously. He said, I'm sorry. Then the city got up and left.

Can you give me a minute? I'm going out, too. She smiled at him, showing her neat white teeth.

Then she went to the middle of the dance floor, stopped next to a long-haired man, whispered a few words in his ear, and then went out with the North City.

My name is Spring. She spoke to the city around her, but her eyes looked at the unknown place in the night ahead.

That's a good name. He answered softly.

Everyone says it's a special name, a delicate name, an alternative name, but you just say it's a good name. She smiled at him and her voice spread like water in the night.

My name is Beicheng. Read Chinese. His voice is stable and has clean magnetism.

Spring said, I am not a student of this school, I do not have a fixed job, sometimes I feel that I am a person with no sense of belonging, the shoulder of any city or anyone, to me is a rickety city in the water that is about to overturn.

She looked at the city and said, that man just now is my boyfriend. His name is Nanyang. Now I live with him. He is my classmate in high school. I loved him for five years.

The city found that spring eyes are blue, very light and clear sapphire blue, like soft velvet. But there was a black tide inside. There is no end to the surge.

So the city took its eyes back. He was afraid to see the black pain. So spring began to laugh softly, don't look into my eyes, there is a lot of typhoid fever inside.

I'm tired. I want to sleep. Could you take me home?

Cheng bowed his head and thought about it for a moment, and then he went out of school with Spring. When taking a taxi, he opened the car door for spring, and then carefully opened his broad palm over the head of spring.

Spring's home is at the end of a narrow lane, and the car can't get in. So the city got off to accompany the spring.

Spring in Shanghai seems to have come very late this year, and it seems that there are still ice crystals suspended in the air. The wind at night is black, warm and cold. In spring, I was wearing a loose white long-sleeved T-shirt, holding my arms in the wind.

Are you cold in spring? I'm sorry, the sweater I'm wearing today can't be worn for you. The voice of Beicheng is also stable in the wind.

When a gust of wind breaks through the sky from the thick, sticky night, the city is always intentionally or unintentionally in front of spring.

City, look, it's snowing. Spring suddenly laughed like a child and ran from under the eaves to the middle of the road. She held out her hand, and then a gentle white landed in the palm of her hand.

The city saw the bright smile of spring and suddenly felt that the whole person was very relaxed, so he rubbed the spring hair and said, fool, that is catkin. When I was a child, I had a willow tree in the courtyard in Beijing. In spring, my window would be covered with catkins. So I couldn't concentrate on my homework, so I was often scolded by my father. For these little white things.

Spring looked at the white fluff in his hand and suddenly said to the city, I don't know if it will hurt when I squeeze them.

The supermarket on the street still has bright lights. The cool white light stretched out from the glass exterior wall to the black asphalt road. Spring said to the city, wait for me.

This is the second time she has said this to the city.

When I came out of the supermarket, I was carrying a bag of ice cream in spring.

He sat with her in a white wooden chair by the side of the road and watched her finish all the ice cream. 'when I'm happy or unhappy, I eat a lot of ice cream, 'she said.

Are you happy or sad now?

Spring didn't answer, just smiled.

I used to have a Haagen-Dazs ideal. I've been trying.

The ideal of Haagen-Dazs? What's that?

Is a secret ideal. I can't say. Smile mischievously in spring, and then there is something shiny on the eyelashes.

The city handed his handkerchief to Spring and said nothing. Because the city does not know whether this girl is fragile or incomparably strong. Either both, or neither. Like a crystal rose, colder and harder than anyone, but easier to break than anyone.

Did you know that there are few men in this city who use handkerchiefs? your handkerchiefs are clean and blue-and-white plaid. Same as my sheets. Spring said with a smile.

You sleep well in spring. I'll go first. The city stood at the door of the spring and said with a smile.

Give me your address. I'll stay at home all day. I think I can write to you.

Spring stretched out its hand in front of the city. Cheng asked, what are you doing?

Spring said, write on my hand, if they are not erased, I will write to you.