Can't Bear To Sleep Next Door

The sky outside the window close to the ground still shrouded in darkness. Marjolaine had just finished the security check, and was sitting in the waiting room with a bright light like daylight, preparing for the time to board the plane, his hand resting on his chin, and fidgeting into the two-line phone:Recently, he has been practicing poetry. Before returning home, he also asked a person who claimed to be a typical poet of the "New Moon Poetry Troupe" in Chinatown to instruct him.The man advised him to pay attention to what was happening around him, then called Marjolaine a deliberate Baileys, and then suggested that he turn this story into a beautiful verse by rhetorical means, and save it in a note.At that moment Marjolaine smiled at the other person, the brutal beauty that made people dizzy for a moment, without being able to understand the essence of the bottom of his eyes that were cold and warm. But Marjolaine only put the tip at the bottom of the glass, and before leaving, he even indifferently suggested that if he didn't mind, he just saved the image just now on the moon.He lives abroad, he doesn't know that the New Moon Poetry Troupe is not only about the existence of the moon, but the sentence he uttered just now is really poetic.If he writes, Marjolaine will only save in his notes a few lines of income and expenditure as light as plain water. Read more