Fifteen years old heh, what a beautiful chapter of life, there is a little melancholy, there is a little sadness
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Suddenly one day, a certain turn, accidentally bumped into you.
They smiled at me and then brushed past me in a hurry.
This is the most beautiful encounter I have ever imagined.
And the encounter with you was actually quite ordinary. We met for the first time in preschool.
At that time, you wore a pink plaid skirt with a white shirt and white socks, squatting in the grass and playing with the dogwood, you reminded me of the lovely princess in Hans Christian Andersen's book.
The two of us were lucky to be at the same table and be good friends.
I was the silent one, always quiet and stubbornly guarding my own piece of sky. And you are always bright, smiling brightly almost wantonly. My classmates wondered how you put up with my sullenness, and how tough I was to not be tortured to the point of collapse by your chatter.
You always said that we were "childhood friends" and could never figure out whether Sydney was in Europe or Oceania, or that the Wuchang Uprising was not the same thing as the Nanchang Uprising. I finally gave up on discussing poetry and history and politics with you after numerous strikes.
So I was always silent, and you were always colorful. You envied my immobility, while I envied your willfulness.
Classmates said they envied the friendship of our two little girls, you arrogantly sang out loud: "We are one like summer, one like autumn, but always turn, winter into spring ......".
To be honest, you sing never a sentence in the tune. I, however, still feel joyful.
Life is always trivial and real. Our friendship seems to be as simple as water, but it's so real that it's almost touchable.
Yes, we are but the most ordinary two people. Maybe there are some edges, but will only be extraordinarily real and will not pinch people. I remember someone said: "If a person is covered with thorns, if it is a beautiful girl, must say that she is a rose, if it is a depressed girl, must say that she is a cactus", and I always think that we are more like the two dogwoods, so ordinary and real company.
You say it doesn't make sense, but I'm extremely insistent.
However, we are not dogwoods after all, and will not be rooted in the same place for the rest of our lives. When the separation came, we were too ignorant to understand that it was something that should be sad. And when I finally got to the age where I knew how to grieve, I was left with only shallow sighs and nostalgia.
The years have passed. You and I don't see each other anymore, and gradually we don't hear from each other. Even if the communication is so developed now, time and space, still inevitably lead to the indifference of the emotion.
I still live quietly. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Occasionally, when I think of your unbridled smile, my heart will have a few thoughts.
Our years, like water flowing east does not return. Like wood decay, at most but poplar, three thousand years, long? Maybe, but there is always a time limit.
A person looking at the sky, I think you are more willing to compare our friendship than yesterday on the white clouds, and will be similar to the aria-like exclamation - look, how much a ball of cotton candy, really want to bite ah.
While I would like to compare our friendship to the gentle fluffy willow flakes that touch each other's memories the moment we meet, tickling and soft.
Thinking of you, my sister. No matter how life changes, I can't forget the childhood playfulness, always want to meet you without a date. Chase the blind man ah!
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2011-11-11 21:09 3019346 | Level 2
That day, I bought a tape recorder in Yi Gao shopping mall, met a beautiful Mies. When TA went over to the side of the even, floor heating installation even the gaze is like a glazed one, fade TA one silk. When TA turned to come over, even only busy eyes away, like a child who did something wrong, like a hidden rabbit in the heart, jumping a continuous. Facing beautiful women, even the mind and most of the difficult people the same, one must try to satisfy even the "eye desire".
TA is also noticed even unusual eyes, like a molestation of even like, deliberately low burning where the store to buy headset. TA slowly choose the headset, comparing different types of headset, and asked the price. TA's voice is quite good, as the early morning of the swallow language, soft sense of having an omelette for breakfast quite fast, is every day a day slightly powdered, looking forward to that Nong Qian! The call of the daydreams like smoke, light dark incense sleeve, soft, than TA light like butterfly figure more fascinated by the even. TA finally chose the kind of headset, even is not know. Because, I know TA to leave, the heart is full of unspeakable reluctance. The first thing you need to do is to look at the lost figure of TA looking around and disappearing in your eyes, even if your heart seems to have lost something, it's a bit hard to get out.
In a lifetime, that kind of meeting is quite a lot, like traveling in the beautiful scenery, always let people can not bear to leave. However, life is always a linear straight line, we can not look back, and can not stay in a certain moment, to enjoy the life of those most beautiful and good to see each other.
After the beautiful Mies left, not a few days, I also forgot the TA, as if the TA never appeared in the life of the even like. The people ah, still forgetful, especially for those wonderful things. Although the memories of these wonderful moments, but we are on the TA to turn a blind eye, the TA to throw in the corner of the memories do not care.
But I am lucky. Because, tonight, I met this beautiful woman again. Although just a glimpse, but TA has been strongly printed into the even mind. TA wearing black professional dress, dignified and charming, clean face is full of confidence and strong. When I saw TA the moment, I immediately remembered. TA is that "earphone" girl, sweet Miss. TA riding a bicycle, floating past, also inadvertently glanced at the even a glance. After rubbing the body, I continuously look back. Unfortunately, TA has been far away, disappeared in the night.
偶多么希望，TA也能记得偶--那个在颐高目光追着TA的傻傻的男子。 That kind of hope makes me excited. The bicycle underneath is also like a happy fish, flying in the night. Even in speculation: the coming night, or later, TA will not appear in this road, appeared in this road, even if we have Goodbye face of a day; TA will also be like the present even, in the memories of the last time even dumb silly colorful gaze, and then will smile, satisfied with the expectation of the next beautiful meet.... ...
The two beautiful encounter, let even a firm determination: assuming that the next time to meet TA, one must stop, or turn around, and TA acquaintance. Assuming that there is fate, we will meet again; Assuming that there is no fate, let the two encounters, into the memory of a sweet. Here, I also sincerely pray to heaven, voluntarily to even the years of years for a beautiful fate, a and "earphone" girl meet the fate. The pursuit of this is not also copied?
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2011-11-13 11:16 1105887904 | First Class
That winter was very cold, he and she stood on the corner of the street, silently looking at the sky snowflakes, Yang Yang sprinkled fell to the ground. I don't know how long it took for him and her to turn around and leave. Different directions, one to the left, one to the right． He and she were high school classmates, but rarely spoke． He was the pride of his parents, the pride of his teachers. She would always see him sitting in the middle of a large group of classmates, talking loudly about something． She never knew what he was saying because she always sat quietly in her seat and read carefully． She is a girl who does not stand out and it is easy to forget her existence． She is very diligent but her grades are not very good, she would like to be like him to easily get to the top of the class． In his senior year of high school, he noticed the girl who didn't talk much. He would always look at her quietly when she was talking, but she always sat quietly reading a book, like a statue carved out of alabaster． Gradually, he began to talk to her, hoping that she could be happier. But there was a lot of gossip in the class about him and her. It was a critical period when she transferred to another school, quietly leaving his side and receding from his memory. She got into a major university with excellent grades． After graduating from the university, she had an enviable job． She will still always think of the boy who made her heart flutter in the flower season, but they have not had any contact for five years． Her achievements have always been surrounded by good boys, but she has always remained single because she could not let go of him in her heart． He finally lived up to expectations and got into a prestigious university, but also had a few relationships． But he was not happy． He thought he might like her the most． The first time I saw her was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, in the late 1980s. He has been trying to find out about her, but she seems to have vanished from the face of the earth. The fate of the world is very strange. Their companies are just a block apart, but they never meet. Maybe they will meet each other on the next street corner, or maybe he/she is in the coffee shop next to them. They have been searching and searching, but they have not been able to find the most familiar stranger． One night a friend asked her to go to a karaoke hall to sing. She never liked that kind of place, but she couldn't resist her friend's persuasion, and after a moment's hesitation, she went in. Her friend took her into the box． She froze in her tracks. She saw him sitting alone in the corner of the box, silent． She walked over and sat down next to him． He looked up and saw her after five or six years of searching． Fate brought them together, and the two parallel lines finally came together． After that, things went smoothly. She became his girlfriend. They lived happily ever after. But that day, they had a fight． No one knows why they fought． All they know is that they broke up, on a snowy street. She turned away and disappeared from his life just like she did in her senior year． It was cold. I remember when they were together, he would carefully hold her cold hands, gently breath in, eyes full of tenderness． She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and left the city that once made her happy but brought her sad memories． The north is too cold． She got on a train to the south． He sat in the bar all day and all night． Her smile, her gentleness, her all kinds of good always lingering in front of the eyes． The first time I saw her was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student there. The first time I saw her was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see that she was so happy to see me. After she left, she went to a small town where it was quiet and nice. She lives in the town. A few years later, she got married and had children. He knew she loved the South, so he searched for her in the South. He traveled to many countries and places, but he couldn't find her. But he never gave up. He thought maybe she was not far away, maybe at this time she was thinking of him． Years later, he stayed in a place by the sea to rest, ready to go out to sea in a few days to travel to the country． Early in the morning, he carried his duffel bag quietly walking, do not want to disturb the tranquility of this small seaside town． In front of an old wooden house, he saw the familiar back figure． The back slowly turned around, saw him and cried． "Grandma, what's wrong? "Behind him came the tender voice of his grandson． The wrinkled face was full of the vicissitudes of life． She hobbled towards him, towards the memory of her youth． She's getting old, she's really getting old. The years have carved a deep mark, but can not erase the love that once was. And so has he. Decades of traveling have made him more hobbled. The two old men slowly came together, unable to speak for a long time． The sun rises from the sea level and shines on the old people who have been separated for many years． The two old men held hands． They have lost so much and gained so much at once． It's like going back to the old days. Sweet smiles bloomed on the wrinkled faces． The meeting will be a kind of beautiful