Roof time

Look down from the roof, which were usually see details came into view, the summer, in the HuTongKou push to sell the car, winter, Popsicle in the snow thick fabrics wrapped, wearing a cotton gloves, turning black stove roast popcorn. And the crowds of chatter, a gang of red scarf, jump from HuTongKou to flood in. And the morning, gray to link a piece of roof, rows embrace together, some high, some low, I the cat kind to the roof when go up when, grandma run to house outside yell: monkey! You!!!!! A big PiGuCun fell you!!!!! I will back, do a twisted face, a face of bad laugh.
I always think, I should be in me that a mu 3 points to place a what kind of modelling. Squat down, hands in cotton sleeve, cage a pair of MeiXinMeiFei carefree appearance, if standing idle, should be equipped with wind blowing, my a head of long hair, elegant my leg sleeve and wind rattled the unfinished, reasoning, or the darling ground to lie down, the wind from away part of the body temperature softly, like casual rolled up body drop leaves. The branches in the crisscross, interwoven into a green nets. The sun from the blade gap between leak down, copy is like the puffs of spring, flow in my body, flow on the roof, and from the roof down relief.
When I feel some cold cool, and I will soon fall down sunset with a long bamboo pole pick to come back, let him set squarely in my head, continue to send out its warmth. If I feel the sun and some dazzling, I'll use a long bamboo pole to the east of cloud come over, cover part of hook sunshine, make the light slightly fine-tuning dark. If I want to see the snow, I will stir up a share cold air, let the snow in the air swirl. If I want to appreciate a sad, I went to a pure white and flawless cloud filled the ink on, let a QiQi cool cool rain, will the world into a dense ink classical and disappointed.
I often will some think good written in verse instantaneous note, with bamboo pole in the branches hung again, product, how much more will the next heavy rain and heaven. At that time, I was the darling ground to hide in the house, before prone on the window, looking forward to the rain stopped, the second day, the rain has stopped, and I climb up the roof, one of the fresh image all the rain down into one by one, the imaging, a flower to bloom. I like hard of the seeding of farmers, and began to seek inspiration on the roof, looking forward to after the rain of the harvest.
As if I again, as if some lonely. I lay alone in expanding on the roof, like lying in a widening of the bed like. The blank portion of the bed is too much, just like the lonely heart hard to fill. Until one day, I sit up, see the leaves were filled with the roof of shaking shadow, and those who leaves pieces of two by two, two by two, copy is like the wind and done steps. My ears filled with the walk noise, and sasha vujacic, intangible crowd in my side wear to walk, and I seem to be transparent, live in another space, that moment, I felt I was thrown to the corner of time, the excitement is others, I is the darkness of the onlookers watch silently.
I stood up and walked to the roof of the pigeons, my palms fever before the nest, seems to be a wisp thin sweat is being I stood and stood, earn gasp for breath. Suddenly I had not deterred * * * *, I opened my father dove nests, I open a heavy door, I see pigeons like confetti like wind, they were up HuShan with wings, flying in the sky. I'm standing in the nest, let the door as floods pigeons as impact to my face, the pigeon feathers across from my face, that is soft.
And when evening comes, the paper scraps and magically come back together, like fast fill a book with a closed door finally KuangDang, book, closed.
I uncovered tiles, gather together up to his ears to hear the house, if if not have, have whispered, I put the nose gather together up to a meal, smell a sweet, voice and rice fragrant like vines climbed to sample, my coat, lock. I will gather together up to a heart, the warmth of the house as flowers general cage came up.