August Ansai waist drum side of the sun is a fist under to make a determined effort, and emotion-laden, and flow on fire, burning himself and Chi-baked earth, and let people have Leju Yi, wiping sweat as one only wants to escape.
This day is the sun in the sky, cicadas trees, arouses sleepy. I was alone in air-conditioned place adequate nap, and dream companions. I was standing dream of a certain noisy street, I saw cars such as the water Ma Ju-lung, was bustling. Busy street to drum up business is Maishao Bing, and selling tea, as well as selling the small rice cake and the cool, business is booming on both sides of the village store is cloth, is herbal medicine shop, is scented restaurants, the most popular This is also a number in front of me, then lift the curtain on the next lift, the man walked into the threshold of significant, there are cries of the door, "Coming!" "Beware of burning it!" "You go good! "cries are like a passion for both the invisible hand to pull me into it.
Three feet tall and there's not a big stage, not gorgeous, but does not affect people's mood. Sing on stage in full swing, the following pairs of eyes can see it crazy, and whether adding water to send snacks during the shuttle's come up with how much the movement, have not the slightest shift their attention. Those heroes, those elderly people, those who decline of aristocracy, and that wearing a floral dress was carrying a small basket of flower the girl selling newspapers, but also that access to the vicissitudes of the treasurer to make this world are like a dumb stage looked like a God . I quietly found a place to sit near the window, just end the tea to drink, to see the next table sat bit gentle man, that looks, that dress, just so I could not believe my eyes.
He, not others, it is him, my scholar brother.
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