Chapter 14 flower suffering

——Thoughts of the living on survival At the bend of the road, the receding buildings recede more rapidly Hear the constant alarm of the ticking clock from there. The sky has crumbling springs.Well, time is rioting. We had long thought of fleeing.But we don't age any faster. The autumn wind blows as we cross the road. It feels like my female partner is being stung by my vision. She suddenly changed color, turned sideways and jumped away, ran a few steps, Leaning down to rescue a red flower from under the speeding wheel. A red flower of suffering in the confrontation of time. Embrace my offering quickly. — Said the female companion.

She raised her little fingertips and combed the scales and flowers and handed them to me like this. This is the first flower I have received as a gift in my life. Xiu Huang, you know how dahlias are like frightened birds Fell in the driveway?It's like I have nowhere to go. Do you know if the suffering dahlia was drunk or awake? It's like I have nowhere to go. My companion and I stand by the roadside with the dahlia. Not an ambulance stopped, no one heard Dahlia calling. But I feel the flowers are turning black and purple...drunk or awake With? I said in my heart: If you are not drunk, you should be awake.

Under the setting sun, the white building shines back, receding even further away. Time crumbles and withers everywhere.Xiu Huang, let's go quickly. 1992