July 13, Hot, Dark Blue
Two of my friends headed for Xi’an early in the morning to attend the course for postgraduate exam. They got on the bus when I was sleeping soundly. After the other roommate went out leaving me alone in the dorm, I continued my dreams till now.
The campus is now so quiet and still that it is suitable for nothing but sleep. Apart from the busy-working construction machines, the entire campus is in stillness. It’s just like the stillness of the Tangquan Lake (a man-make lake on our campus), which lies deadly under the sun’s autocratic rulling. It’s rotten smell spreads in the air, so as the deadly stillness of the whole campus.
The heat wave are poised to envade our dorm once the french shas opens. I locked the door and turned offf the light. The blue curtain dyed the whole dorm into a sea. And I am sleeping in a cornor of it. The fan on the ceiling is turning his bland big face around, looking rather inane. The sleeping mat underneath lies in total silence. She is protesting wordlessly against the sweaty body dwelling upon her.
There’s not at all so called dictatorship in this 6-squar meter room. Every member has his own hardship. While I am only a refugee here, depending on all the surroundings to escape the torment of this summer day.
