Self-order
I have never written a preface to my work.Fear of trouble; a reason to stand very well.Also, to say what has been said in the book, Why bother?Besides, praise yourself, not good; curse yourself, not fit.Mo if not silent, let it go.
The modern book Office ordered to "Cat City" as a sequence, the big problem!Quoting Shakespeare requires reading; memory is never strong.It's a long time to be a keeper, because you have half a stomach, half a stomach, half a stomach, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth, half a mouth.What shall we do?
Okay, so: "Cat City" is a nightmare.Why write it?The biggest reason--eat too much.But the writing is very good, because the second sister and nephew are to me thumbs, although I myself have a little dissatisfaction.Not very humorous.But eat more laughter, how to break the belly?Not satisfied, can not be.Man is not born for bread.Yes, Ham and bread.
Second sister too pessimistic, I told her that the cat is a cat person, and we have nothing to do with it, do not be pessimistic.Sister nodded unceasingly.
My nephew asked me what kind of writer I was.Which class?On behalf of whom?Whether vertebrates?How much does it cost?I bought him ten pounds of apples and gagged him.He stopped asking, and I was happy to go to sleep.If there is something in the dream, maybe it can also write the”dog City".Is for the order.
I just woke up, I don't remember.
1.
- The plane is broken.
My friend-since childhood and my classmates:this time for me a half a month on the plane-even a piece of bone did not leave!
Myself, perhaps still alive?How can I not die?The gods probably know.I couldn't care less.
Our destination is Mars.According to the calculations of my dead friends, we have entered the air of Mars before the flight.So, I'm already on Mars?If that is the case, my friend's soul can be self-assured:the first Chinese on Mars, die worth it!But where is this "in the end"?I had to "believe" that it was Mars; not necessarily, because I couldn't prove that it was or was not.Nature can determine which planet it is from astronomy; pitifully, my knowledge of astronomy is like that of ancient Egypt!My friend can instruct me without hesitation, but he,he...oh!My friends, my friends from childhood!
- The plane is broken.How will I return to Earth?Don't think!Only the clothes on the body-broken like some hanging dried spinach-and the dry food in the stomach;do not say back plan, is how to live here, do not dare to think!Words are not spoken, places are not known, Mars in the end there are no animals similar to humans?The problem is more like ... Don't you want it; "The Drifter on Mars", not enough to masturbate?How much less bravery is a matter of worry!
- 2.
- Grab a gun or wait?Many, many different thoughts surround these two propositions;in this minute, the more calm I am, the more chaos in my heart.As a result, I put my hand down.Smiled at himself.It was my own adventure to get to Mars, to get this group of cats to kill me-it was all about the idea that they weren't the most charitable-it was me; why should I take my gun first?A little kindness often makes people brave;I'm not afraid at all.It is a blessing or a curse, and it shall come to pass; in any case, it shall not be for me to make a provocation.
- Looking at me, they moved two steps forward.Slow, but resolute, like a cat spotted the mouse as forward.
- All the birds flew up, all the pieces in my mouth ... I closed my eyes!
- My eyes were not open-they were only closed for a very short time-my hands were caught by others.I could not think of the cat's move so fast;and such a light, I did not hear a footsteps.
It was a mistake not to take the pistol.No!My conscience did not reproach me that way.Danger is a diet of risk-taking.The heart is more calm, even the eyes do not want to open.This is calm in the heart, but not retreat.They held my arms tighter and tighter, and did not relax because I did not resist.This group of people is doubtful, I think in my heart; the spiritual superiority makes me more proud, more reluctant to compete with them strength.Each arm has four or five hands, very soft, but very tight, and seems to be elastic, rather than holding, rather than hoop, like a thong to my flesh evil.The struggle is unhelpful.I could see that their hands would be strapped into my flesh; they were such people: they did not catch people clearly, and then they did not see how they behaved, and they had to give them a very cruel physical abuse.If physical suffering can make the light of the spirit subtractive, ashamed, this time I am a little regret; to such people, if my guess is right, is to adopt the policy of "preemptive"; "when" a gun, they run.But things have been so far, regret is not to improve the environment; I set the trap is just around the world, die under their own light!I opened my eyes.And they were all behind me, as if by order I could not see them even when I opened my eyes.I am not afraid of death;in my heart I say, " I have fallen into your hands and killed me, why should I be sneaking around like this?""I didn't say it," why not? " I didn't say it; they never understood my words.Tighter on the arm, the effect of that half-sentence!I thought to myself: they know what I'm talking about,and it's not in vain!I don't return my head to them; I just want them to tie me up with a rope, and my spirit is like the flesh, and I can't stand this soft, tight, hot, nasty grip