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I look at those pigeons all day long, and one or two of them always seem to have something to say to me, but they don't care, as if they want me to do it myself. They look serious and at ease.
How nice it is to be a pigeon.
They seem to be thinking all the time, and have come to various conclusions, so, very satisfied, that kind of gurgling sound in the throat and chest and abdomen, only very confident and conceited people can have it.
I took out the book that had been scattered and glued each page together with transparent glue. After that, I turned over a page and started writing from the third page. The first page was reserved for writing the title. It's blank because I haven't found a suitable title yet. Starting from the day of the composition competition for primary school graduates in the county, I will carefully write down every day in the future and everyone I meet.
After I started doing this, every day became more fulfilling, and the sky was completely open to me. I lay on the floor and wrote from morning till night. I recall to my heart's content, and I can also be at a loss for a long time.
Those were days that seemed to be on clouds.
The pigeons still arrive on time every day.
When they raised their heads and paced towards me, I greeted them with a nice whistle. They stopped happily and listened with some surprise.
Fearing that they would get bored with my whistle music, I switched to a harmonica to show off to these sky elves. Pigeons' love for music is no less than that of us humans. They nod again and again and make happy cooing sounds.
We looked at each other, understood each other, and were grateful.
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After a week, this kind of life makes me feel bad.
At the beginning, I also read the stories I wrote to the pigeons, but they were far less interested in stories than music.
With the arrival of August, the temperature is getting higher and higher, making me dying. Especially after absorbing the heat during the long day, every exposed wall in black Edinburgh is like being fried in a frying pan, and it is hot all night. Same.
I couldn't sleep, so I had to run out again and again, down the steps of the embankment to the river, and soak my feet in the river.
Several times, I fell asleep by the river. The sanitation worker who got up early swept the big broom all the way to my feet and scratched my soles intentionally. When I jumped up like a grasshopper, the little outsider laughed silently.
The sky was still purple, and the pre-dawn humidity made my bones ache. I went back to Black Edinburgh, got into the tent and continued to sleep.
I don¡¯t know how long I slept, but a noise woke me up, and I heard footsteps and shouts in the whole building. I climbed out of the tent, turned around a wall, and saw those people who used to live upstairs running down with big and small bags.
"Hey, man, what's going on?" I stopped one of them, "What happened? Is it an earthquake?"
"Almost." He glanced at me, "We have to move."
"Why? Don't you live well here?"
"Yes, but we have to go. The leader came to check today, and the building will be reopened."
Oh, I see.
I quickly put away my things and followed them out of Black Edinburgh. The man who answered me earlier is a Henan native with good features. After staying alone for a long time, it feels very comfortable when someone is willing to talk to you.
At that moment, I really wanted to go with them.
However, I already have an idea.
I quickly pulled out my down sleeping bag and handed it to him: "Here, buddy, you'll need it once summer is over."
"Medium!" He knew at a glance that it was a real good thing.
I think, I won't stay in this city for a long time, and when autumn comes, I have to go back to school to study¡ªif I still have the right to study.
The rucksack on my back contained my books and stationery, a simple tent, and a bunch of things purchased by Jacques. It was heavy. After walking aimlessly by the river for several hours, my whole body was soaked in sweat Thoroughly.
During these hours, I have been ruminating on a decision. It has several difficulties, which cannot but make me hesitate and worry. In fact, all these difficulties come together, that is, whether people will punish me more severely because I have escaped for so long.
The dilemma I am facing now, I believe adults are also difficult to choose. But if I decide now, maybe I can go to middle school in the fall, which is the most important thing for me.It added to her embarrassment and made her flustered even more, she didn't seem to know what to do.
She gave me another look, expecting me to walk away with a sneer.
I stay.
I think, her mother is sick, or she should pay the tuition fee, or something like that, otherwise she wouldn't be so anxious and embarrassed. I know more and more about the things in this world.
After waiting for a while, she still stood there, her body a little stiff.
She might just stand there like this all the time. I have also experienced this kind of situation, in class, or other places, I forgot, in short, it is a situation where the brain is blank, the heart is cold, and the hands and feet are all turned into wood.
At that time, only when someone comes to shake you awake and the person who loves you hugs you tightly can you come back to life.
Without hesitation, I took the accent harmonica out of the rucksack.
I said to her: "Sister, please start singing, okay?"
I didn't wait for her, and I started to play, the breath was full, and the sound of the piano was like a flock of pigeons, flying, shaking the redbud tree Soon, I heard her voice, and followed, like a bird As free, as affectionate and bright as the bougainvillea, it shook all the scenery in front of my eyes, and also aroused the resonance of the redbud tree. The pink redbuds shook and formed pink smoke, and the pigeons came flying through the smoke. But, fly to the other side of the city
Every time, I am strong in wandering and lonely
Every time, even if I am hurt, I will not shed tears
I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings
Take me fly, fly over despair
Don't think they have a beautiful sun
I see that the sunset will change every day
I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings
? Take me fly, give me hope
Invisible wings make dreams last longer than the sky
Leave a wish for yourself to imagine
(Illustration 8 The pigeons are coming, pass through the smoke, and fly to the other side of the city)
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