I had countless times wistfully thought, what kind of tone, to tell that a period of lost years and years, in the end but found that all the words and words are so pale and powerless. Those years, cried, laughed, loved, those years, dreamed, hurt, drunk, uncertainty and sentimentality had also filled the entire youth era, so that young us breathless, heavy schoolwork, harsh teaching, seems to be no match for that hazy sentiment, light, we call it a favorite thing. When the song once again ringing in the ears, hazy youthful memories, and once again surfaced your figure, so I found the book was forgotten in the corner of the study, recorded that period of green years of notes, opened the youth of the first, and so far the last love letter. My youthful era, also in that hot summer, towards the end.
"Life is like the first time you see it." Nalan Rongruo's short line of poetry, said the world's most extreme beauty. I forgot the appearance of each other when we first met, and I don't remember the scene of each other, I vaguely remember, that time just split class, all around are strange faces, suffocating loneliness, winding in the heart, unspeakably difficult. Fortunately, I ran into a few friends who knew each other well, eliminating the inner anxiety, and soon became close to everyone. Just then, and you are not yet familiar with, as for the number of times to speak, is even less pathetic, so you do not have too much feeling, a chance to know your name, and I have the same last name, so it is a little bit of you pay attention to a little bit, but there is not too much feeling.
At first, you feel that you are a quiet person, obscure, like a drop of water, into the sea, so inconspicuous, as if the moment before the naughty jokes, and then disappeared in the sea, can not find traces of the time. Slowly, familiar with each other, occasionally chatting, but not much to say, perhaps because this is a character of quiet people, so for you, not much to talk about feelings, but I did not realize that there are lessons tiny seeds, inadvertently fell into the heart of the field, waiting for the sunshine and rainfall of nourishment, will be able to break through the ground, so that the world to be envied.
Standing in the perspective of the present, looking back at the past, in fact, I am a very slow hot people, for unrelated things are always shy to express. Fortunately, there are words, quietly record those footprints, in the passage of time quietly precipitation, slowly fermentation, brewing a mellow emotion.
Perhaps I should use the most gorgeous words and beautiful poetry to pave the way for each other when we first met, but I think that even the most beautiful poetry can't cover up the pure and flawless love, too much pomp and circumstance will be false, so I simply put aside all the language as plain as possible to explain everything, in order to restore the most real emotions. After all, no matter how much time has changed, each other's stories are still going on, isn't it?
You said, you and I, like the same, like a light, the sky general blue, you give me a note, there is a "XI" word, so you called me blue XI, from that day, blue XI into my pen name, accompanied me through the entire high school years. Like to bathe in the warm sunshine, leaning against the fence, quietly looking at the azure sky, thoughts like the wind, more and more far away, boundless. Take up the pen, write down a few lines of words, give you a message. I'm used to waking up early every day, facing the morning sun, running around the playground, chasing the sun. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Just, life is not as good as we think, it also exists a lot of pain and helplessness, sadness and pain. Do you still remember that time, one of my friends asked you to go out to play, although I can tolerate his philandering and deception, but when I saw you the moment, I did not hesitate to turn the other cheek with him, because it was you!
I still remember the mood at that time, like a bolt from the blue, Pandora opened the magic box, disaster came to earth. The heart of that time, is the pain of it, because of care, or because of something else, at the moment has been very difficult to tell clear, I can only remember is that night you sent me a text message: "Blue Hee, today is not crying again?" "The wound is caused by me, I will make it heal, although, now do not know what to do, however, I know there will always be a way." Just, how can you let me bear to blame you? In the end, with your persuasion, I forgave him.
At that time, you always do not eat on time, and I urge you to eat on time at the same time, to escape from the evening study to buy you a cake outside the school, for fear that you are hungry, and now look back and think of yourself at that time, will always feel silly lovely.
At that time, every night, I always frequently dial that familiar number, pouring out the thoughts of you. I remember that it was a weekend, habitually dialed your phone, the phone you, tone with a hint of anxiety, you said and dormitory classmates to go out to play, but too late, the dormitory has been locked, can not go back, can only be in the street wandering. Asked you where the location, I did not say anything, immediately rushed over, but because there is no identity card reasons, you did not stay in the hotel, I had no choice but to take you to the Internet cafe. Initially I did not know, the original you cold is not good, we spent a night in that dreary Internet cafe, until the next day, only to rush out to buy you medicine, send you back to school.
The night, it seems deeper, outside the window, drizzling rain, in the dim light, like a fluttering elf, spiritual elegance, nicknamed style, hazy eyes. Open the window, a wet corruption of the branches and leaves of the breath to meet the face, feel a little tired, this fatigue is not from the body, but the mind. Like burying a whole city, blowing out all the lights, fingertips touch not the darkness, but the invisible strangeness, and an unknown soul, lost in the rainy night, and whose past? This tired feeling quietly sprouted inside, with the passage of time, will become deeper and deeper, until after occupying the entirety of the heart, it will be transformed into a rainy mountain color, that a touch of loneliness in the lonesome. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, and I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it.
The ferry of memory sails on the sea, riding the wind and waves, time stops on the eve of your birthday, which is after we met, you have the first birthday, you invited me to go to your birthday party, the rain that night was very big, as if it can be all the footprints and memories of the wash clean. That was the first time I walked into the KTV, the big room, the song is high, the sound deafening, but I just sat there, dumbfounded, looking at other people's craziness, but I do not know how to deal with themselves. Also on this day, I drank for the first time, originally wanted to shirk, just to see your faint smile, I can not bear to refuse. A cup into the throat, but just a light bitterness, not too right feeling, just mechanical cup after cup, although later returned home to find the body appeared to be allergic to the phenomenon, but in today's view, it seems to be nothing. And then, I sent for you carefully prepared books - "meet you, is my one life of spring flowers", even the title of the book can be picked over.
Meeting, what a wonderful word? It makes each other's lives full of joy, and your destiny, is the most beautiful embellishment in the flow of years, I would like to pour out all the tenderness of the rest of my life, to care for you as a princess, to give you the most sincere love. When the wind rises, I hide my heart in a flower, in the shadow of loneliness, quietly thinking of you. The falling sun and the lonely fly together, the autumn water *** long day a color, know each other, is a river of spring water affection, those stories about the blossom, scattered a place of fragrance, I do not want to pick up, let it along with thoughts, floating to the light of the day with you ......
At that time, we, the topic of a lot of, every day after the evening self-study, back to the dormitory of the The first thing to do is not to wash your face and brush your teeth, but to wait to open the QQ, chat with you, talk about life, talk about the past, to the deep of the night, before putting down the cell phone, sleep peacefully. The most worrying thing at that time was that the cell phone was in arrears, because I was afraid of breaking contact with you, and even leaning on the window in the middle of the night, hard to connect to the WIFI, and thinking back to that year, I felt that it was unusually laughable.
At that time, we were so obsessed with music, two earplugs, you a, I have been, together addicted to the beautiful melody, can not help themselves. Perhaps, the intoxication is not only the elegance of the music, but also the time with you. We are in love with Jay Chou, obsessed with Xie Rong'er, after those sentimental and moving music, until today, whenever the ears ringing those familiar melodies, the mind will involuntarily appear your face and face, yes, I want you again!
I've always wondered why people cry, but crying seems to be an inherent part of a person's nature. Each person, accompanied by a clear cry, born into this world, crying, in more often than not, is a kind of instinct. Childhood, hungry, fell, hurt, pain, will bawl; grow up some, learned to pamper, learned to ask parents for good food, fun, can not be satisfied, will still be sad pain. But today, more often learned to cover up, cover up the true inner thoughts and feelings, never easy to shed tears in front of people, even if the aggrieved again, but also forced a smile, and then hide to no one's corner, splashed with tears.
In my opinion, crying is more often shown as a mood, and tears become a carrier, carrying a person's happiness and sadness. Tears, in many cases, are very simple, sometimes because they feel that they are not good enough, but also because of boredom, sometimes only because of missing a favorite person ...... In fact, the heart of the cry, far more than the surface of the cry more difficult, after all, the surface of the sadness can also be cathartic through the tears, but the heart of the sadness is nowhere to Lyrics, shear constant please. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
There have been countless times in the lonely mire deep, in the darkness of the night tears. And you, like that pure angel, in the most helpless time, with that weak light, illuminated my heart, but also drove away that diffuse in the heart of the boundless sadness. Thank you for the countless nights of heartfelt companionship. The darkness of the night, the darkness of the earth, sadness will be swallowed by loneliness, those you love the song, ringing in the ear, light words, quietly all the tenderness of the collection, into the beating heart strings, kneaded into my flesh and soul.
Whenever you want to cry, always think of you, think of what you said: If you cry again sometime, take the initiative to write a note, write what you want to think about, why you cry again, and then give me ...... time, can not be extinguished by the most sincere love, the words of the fine, will be the drop of tenderness in mind, such as if there is a day, you are tired, tired, sad, and then the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart. If you are tired, tired, sad, please turn back, I have always been behind you, never left!
If you can, I would like to be transformed into a tearless angel, because, when the tears break the dike, the heart can be drowned out, and the choking to numbness of the choking, fear. Gently, the heart hidden into a flower, with the freshness of rain and dew, the sunshine of the moist, will be open-minded, quiet, elegant, and your shadow, are integrated into it, resting in the heart, turned into a flawless feathers, waiting for the moment of blooming ......
The corner of the college entrance examination countdown, from the hundreds of digits into the tens of digits, and from the tens of digits I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me to be a part of it. But why is there a faint fear in my heart? Is it reluctance, or something else? Perhaps even I myself can not tell you clearly. Long ago, I can not remember, I wrote down how many words, just to pay tribute to the lost time of youth, but there is always a wisp of tenderness, through the thick clouds, fell in the heart, breaking that should be as elegant as the poem of the pure, in the countless lonely night, pick up the thin brush, painted the pallor of the years, for the mottled coloring of the years.
Perhaps, there are always some sentiments that have to be y hidden, and there are always some fragrance that lingers in the heart. The fragrance of those blossoms, the depression of those leaves, are buried deep with the arrival of the college entrance exams, I had to postpone everything, and even bear the pain to put down my unfinished novel, but also bear the heart because of the expectation of love and stupid, but also put down too much should not be bred emotion.
The high school exams came as scheduled, and before the experience of the mock exams are different, the original loose everything has become rigorous, body searches, scanning, all the checks meticulously, without mixing any water, my face seems to be still residual sleeplessness after the dark circles. Without stopping, quickly through all the security checks, entered the examination room, began the last exam. Looking at the table that a decision on the fate of all the future exam paper, I did not hesitate, dribbling pen like flying, I know, as long as to do this paper, I can see you, will be that a bearing all my heart love letter delivered to you.
Just, I guessed the beginning and development of the story, only did not guess the ending. I was looking forward to you read the letter, promised to be with me after, where to take you to celebrate, but received your polite refusal of the text message: sorry, I already have a favorite person, thank you for my good!
I stared at the screen of the phone, and confirmed the content of the text message again and again, however, that one blood red font like steel needle, y pierced into my heart.
I pretended to be unconcerned with the tone of voice, returned a sentence: okay, I know.
After the turn of the head, but alone cried into tears, the voice of the SMS delivery sounded, since then, there is no reply. There is no longer deliberately to explore your news, I buried all the memories, with luggage, embarked on the train to Chengdu. The first time I saw the movie, I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie.
There is a saying that people in memories are not to be seen, because once seen, the memories are gone. And now, I am in the city more than 1700 kilometers away from you, listening to Chen Xiaochun's "Exclusive Memory", quietly wrote this text, the mood is calm, no more waves.
You, in my heart, and I, at the end of the world.