Corrosion

 After 35 years of age, she felt a force to salt take away from his body, it is predatory species with brute force. Knotted together her meridian, bang and let her in bed for three days.
in her 29's when the film was worried that he is the edge of the leaf rust appears, until the 30-year-old birthday, she found that historic moment has not arrived, the appearance of rust is not so decisive own imagination, time is still unhurried, no one can put his finger on a clear distinction.
this day, and finally, in the 35-year-old this season, cool earth, with the arrival of a fallen leaf. corrosion from the inside started slowly and spread to her blood, her limbs and her life.
night she started running, not to restore the mad flow of time, but of reconciliation and their own body, and if corrosion, and can Some steps towards lighter, more gentle more?
when running at night, much to smell the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus, unlike the previous dinner, the scent of flowers, need to sit close to smell, faint, Qinru Heart . dinner for her hometown of total spending, his father planted on the balcony a lot of white flowers, long thin flower, the father who was a flower, the family continued seasonal flowers.
last year, today there is no sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, are The fragrance that's a good sweet-scented osmanthus. like a beautiful woman, and some are far from looking good, and some to close, felt her good side.
district where a lot of wild cats come and go, from the instep passing quietly. There of fat, some are very thin, their faces a lot of long hair, she thought to them from the name, Lin Chi-ling, add fat cat, Monkey hh cat people out there at night to feed them, meow meow called to them. a man out walking your dog, call it the dog Mimi. late, pulling a small child wandering out of his mother, big head, Huang Youyou. First lap, she said, baby, go sleep, sleep tall. the second round, she said, the dog was asleep, the third circle, she said, kittens are sleeping, and the fourth lap, the baby and she said, I have to go to bed .
most of the night she Paozhepaozhe to slow down, start walking. around her as quiet as a man of the world, she was counting his breath, look about, but meditation is also true, and she would like to . Or think of the past, when young, in every evening, she likes to wander alone. riding a bicycle along a steep mountain road swept, in the oncoming mountain breeze and taste the intense suffocation. unprovoked and grief , background color is bright and lively.
then what? those sad turbulent time, those unforgettable memories, those used to heal wounds of pain, have also returned to the quiet of the heart, sometimes Ripples, but not rolling , undulating look about her breathing.
think of her mind an occasional turn to the text, She smelled the breath of trees blowing in the distance, there are other children's laughter, the head of little stars, a wide world open to her if she remembered, can not help but open his mouth, hum for a while She had never sung, sad and gentle melody. She has regained about love, and never lost, before his death.