After a long time, the connection is like a broken kite string, the kite does not know where to fly, just everything is lighter, such as melting snow on the plateau, gradually smooth. So there will be such a light record in her story, when she looked up at the sky, so she remembered him.
Not yet to the ginkgo biloba spread on the ground, some of the sycamore leaves fell first, most of the leaves have not yet faded their color, hanging in the branches and branches of the gap between the piece, is drunk with the dance as messy as stepping on the tune it dreamed of dreaming of the crystal do it is blown by the wind shattered, fortunately the sky did not turn cooler than the grayish-white, tilted his head to look at it, the pure blue is still the same, and sometimes the wind is not enough to make a difference. Suddenly a gust of wind went by, and it was so powerful that it caused the trees standing on the other side of the school building to stir and shake. Occasionally there are a few passing female students, that forehead in front of the bangs, hair will become a "zigzag" by the wind to tease a jump, and then it, the world will be quiet.
A
Quiet time, what to see, what to think, Xuan will be surprisingly focused on her attention, she was sitting under the tree to chew apples, chewing chewing, suddenly stopped - not far away from the bottom of the tree is floating under a leaf, like a parachute, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking. parachute, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking for a long time, so it fell to the ground and stopped. It reminds Xuan of the thousand paper cranes that Rong folded a few days ago, it was not one, two, but a whole basket, a basket full of white, saying that it was to be given to Mr. Cheng.
Xuan watched with her own eyes as she compared a piece of white A4 paper with her hands, cut it into a few squares of about the same size, and with her own hands began to fold it over, fold it over, flip it over, fold it over again, and over and over, and over and over again, and over and over again....... I only saw her gently break it, and the wings took shape, and then again, the whole thing was Almost, really like. One after another sleeps in Rong's little flower basket, they are next to each other pure white dazzling, like clouds, but do not belong to the sky.
Xuan remembered that the birds didn't have eyes, at least at first, a basket of eyeless birds, and then Rong used a pencil to put two little dots where the head was, as if they really did have eyes, and when they were placed on the windowsill for them to enjoy enjoying the sunshine, it was as if they were going to fly out of sight if they didn't pay attention. Xuan didn't need to worry, because she also had a thousand paper cranes, only it had no eyes, maybe because she was afraid that it would fly away, or because she thought it would be more appropriate.
Two
This is the autumn of the south, telling its story, if the warm sun during the day, the dusk will also have the evening sunlight like fire, infecting the world of this breeze, Xuan is always in the head after school buried in the library, the librarian, is a seemingly more than twenty years of age sister, may be a little bit old, right, the face of the skin is yellow with the yellow face, the skin of the people in the library is a little bit old. The skin on her face was yellow with a sickly feeling, and she always sat in the corner of the reading room on the left side of the entrance door, with a big black desk in front of her, and there was only such a black desk in the reading room, which made the black desk even more superior in comparison, not because there was a desktop computer or a sign-in list on it, but because Xuan thought that if she was the administrator, then she would be able to see what she wanted. If she was the administrator, she could read whatever she wanted, even though every time she went there, the sister was always quietly watching her "silent" dramas, sometimes costume, sometimes teenage dramas.
The days passed like this, Xuan did not care, signed in, put down the bag, and went straight to the familiar books and magazines. This is a column of diverse literature collection, a glance swept over, "Zhu Ziqing anthology", "Lu Xun anthology", "Yu Dafu anthology", they are crowded next to each other, the last row of books have shown traces of old, the most edge of a page of the corners are still exposed, as if the traces of that would be enough to portray the whole of the vicissitudes of its life. Xuan fast walking to pull out a "Xiao Hong anthology", the window seat, she always have to move a chair, and then push the window to make a small opening, she sat in the wind, and then read the "Hulanhe biography", Hulanhe small town of the people are not also like this? In the wind, the winter was blown cracked hands, to the spring wind blowing, summer wind blowing, maybe it is good. North . Story, as if it were a world of ice cellars, she really wanted to touch ...... it with her hand, it was always cold, and the dusk wind blew in obliquely from the window, and the curtains next to it followed with a shiver. She came back from the world of books, the outside world, the library window facing the playground, after school, there will be boys playing soccer on the field, who's foot gently hook, the ball immediately in the air to draw an arc, the sky of the Xia, also in such an arc smile, there are scattered students, wandering in the playground, there are looking like memorizing, thinking about life, or a conflict in the reasoning The. This is the Xia it seems to deliberately left the footsteps of time, fall that slow, there is a kind of son in the return of the mood, "sit and watch the sky red", but it did not reflect in the face of Xuan, this is the south of the Xia, not "burning clouds".
Three
Sho is a special friend in Xuan's secret, and the reason why he is special is that she has never seen him before, a few years ago, the network by chance to recognize the "time", and so the age of the same age as her. "Time" became her pen pal. This boy brings her joy and anticipation. He was the blue sky in the south, with a few big clouds floating around, and his world had the untainted blue color that he longed for in his imagination. She'd seen a picture of her, a clear profile, wearing glasses. "Time said it was a family history of myopia that was hard to get rid of, but Xuan thought it was so elegant to wear glasses! He told her that wearing glasses shaped her face, her nose, everything. It's not good to be nearsighted, at least he's nearsighted 500+ reading at night when he can't see with his glasses off. Xuan will be skeptical, and so it is.
The north is always far away. In Xuan's impression, how long do the geese have to fly to a round trip, how long do the geese have to fly to a round trip, and the "time" in the place, precisely there, the north. After a long time, the connection is like a broken kite line, the kite does not know where to fly, but everything is light, such as melting snow on the plateau, gradually smooth. So there will be such a light record in her story, when she looked up at the sky, so she remembered him.
What would the fall be like in the north? Is it as lovely as the south. Geography says that the north has a large wheat waves, and birch forests, in the past, "time" said he did not know how to tell the scenery of the north, but he would tell her that he had reached the place, Badaling Great Wall, the Forbidden City, Shaanxi Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum, although the time has passed for a long time, he would find out some pictures to show her, in Shaanxi that time, he showed her a picture of the "Great Wall". The time in Shaanxi, he showed her a "bowl" picture, that is displayed in the crystal cabinet of a cultural relics, as for what cultural relics she has long been unable to remember the name. There was also a relief in the Forbidden City, where he had marveled at the delicacy of the alabaster. In that picture, it was a winter night in Beijing, his big smile followed by a neon flashing square, when Xuan looked at that picture, his lenses seemed icy, and the pedestrians behind him felt like exhaling in their thick down coats. And so the world of the north seemed to be framed by those pictures, a world rich in cultural charm, with a history so rich that it was paved with mystery.
"Time" is always talking about his experience, those who came to the landscape like a green painting, painting the sea, blue sky, Xuan became a person walking in the sunshine, the wind is also blowing that way, the shadow in the sea jumping, the world is to take care of her, as she took care of those cranes, take care of the sunshine and the same blue sky.
Later, it seems that the wind stopped, the sea did not move, that solidified the world into Xuan's heart fell in the south of the fall, everything is so natural. I do not know when, and set off waves, and then soothed down, leaving that blue sky, and then there is the wind blowing, gently blowing, until that fell, the leaves also stopped breathing, ambling on the ground does not move, does not sound. After a while the wind whistled up again, but the bustle was theirs, not hers.
Four
What a bright season ah, the sun through the shade of the trees first in her books shaking around, like the lotus leaves on the dew as mischievous, all of a sudden fell to the ground to the leaves that fell for a long time, shining brightly, shining out of her less and less pathetic, hair, like this southern leaves, fall ah fall ah.
It's almost November, the sky is still so blue, the winter wind is always blowing from the north, it is the northwest wind.