The years have gone by, and it's time to get out of class.
Angry school road, abruptly emerged from the noisy figures, breaking the silence of the time wheel. The breeze blew valiantly, caressing the confident faces of the students, who were carrying their backpacks and holding their textbooks in their hands. At this time, the burning sun fell into the forest, twilight lock road, a day so quietly passed, faded in the wind, such as dust fall river, find has no trace.
In the shadows, the sky pulls away from the darkness, the boy suddenly wanted to take a good look at the school, look at this sacred academic sanctuary.
Outside the school gates, the teenager turned back and stared.
Trees, grass color spread over the earth, twilight, shadows, or the sound of light footsteps, or trivial murmurs.
Like the attic in the mountains, quiet time, here quietly staged "a flower, a world, a leaf, a Bodhi" prosperity, yes, this is the young man's heart longing for the school, everything is once a dream model, as a Manjushahua on the ground, in the earth's noisy crickets quietly blossomed in the saintly siren song. Just, just, the teenager heart abruptly lowered, head lowered, the corner of the mouth slightly moved, murmured and whispered.
Just, there is no longer that once accompanied by the figure running in the sunset, that year's bloom in the face of everyone smiling, in the footsteps of the departure, abruptly rise in the air, released in the dome of the sky, breaking the silence of the dark night, but, also, just a flash of splendor. The years are also fast and slow, a moment of engraving, but built into an unanticipated forever.
At that time, the depths of dreams and seasons, can always hear everyone's trivial 'words, the corners of the mouth slightly raised, looking up at the starry sky, murmuring a distant dream. Starry sky under the shroud of Ningran, the pupils of the eyes, Ye Ran like a pearl. Later later, the starry sky, can still hear the growth of the whisper, only, changed people. On them, shining with the same light.
On the back of the departing bag, the teenager seems to wave his hand, the pupils of his eyes flashing farewell to the years.
Afternoon sleepy silence, the teenager will never again, in class to look out the window of the tree, see the color of the tree in the change of seasons, from the fragile tender green to the wind, that is the wings of time and light, a flurry of falling leaves, and never again the teenager's heart to send on it.
The figures gathered together that year, can no longer sit together in the classroom, talking about the trivialities of life.
Only, through the fluorescent screen, silently watched, one by one in different locations, sharing the same sky under the prosperity. Watching the screen on the smiling face is still bright, just the people around, replaced with another season of him and her. I've heard that the classroom after we left, still noisy, but, staged is a different story.
The years have dried up the dream, and can no longer find the naive teenager. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
The clouds melted, the sky is clear, the teenager came, behind the hey light but stayed in the original place.
Life continues, along with the fading of many things, those things, are left in the original season, in the endless leisurely years, waiting for the former owner.
There is no longer a person called the table appeared in your life, the classroom between classes, dead silence, no longer have a dear friend what things to do together, no longer have a certain silly people determined to set down many plans, but never realized.
There are a lot of things to do, there are a lot of things to say, but can never go back.
Finally, the day has come when we are at the end of the world.
The first day of the year is the day when we are no longer chasing after the stars.
The wall of the campus, binding us for more than a thousand years, but in the big world, for us to hold up a simple and safe sky.
That year, we saw the same scene every night, dim streetlights, elongated figures, noisy shadows, passing by the kiosk has not yet closed, and occasionally buy a bread. That year, even after the lights out of the dormitory, but brightly lit, occasionally the teacher passed by the moment of restoration of silence. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Never again, before going to bed, yelling whoever helps buy breakfast.
That day, when we left, everything went back to the way we came. The classroom is organized and clean, but can not clear away our full of memories, moving away from the dormitory left things, but also in the hostel management of the organization has become no trace. Everything is the same as it was at the beginning. Only, the big tree in front of the dormitory building, witnessed a piece of years.
We all had a naive and sad face, holding the sun looking at the distant.
At that time, you, I, he, she, turned in a season, leaving the clouds in the sky.
Smiling and waving a hand, but in the moment of turning around the corner of the eye wet, and then towards the sea of people.
All of a sudden, we all took the last train of the youth, gradually moving away.
When one day, and then stepped into the campus, will be which piece of fallen leaves, fell into the memory of the flow of years.
At that time, the bright moon was shining on the colorful clouds.
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