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The breeze blew by, and the wind chime hanging in the air of the hut was swaying with the wind. This is a special wind chime. It is special because it is a wind chime. It is swayed by the wind but is "speechless", but it carries a sad and sad story.
A beautiful past.
My adolescence came very early, but there were no traces of hard work. I just allowed it to ferment in my heart. Because everything must make way for the dreams in my heart. I was afraid that if I indulged it a little, it would be like a flood gate that could not be stopped once it started. But
, contrary to expectations, when I was nineteen years old, just as "Black July" was approaching, my emotional world bloomed with exquisite little flowers. Although it was only short-lived, it was stunning. Dickinson once said in a poem:
Waiting for one hour is too long, if there is love, it will be right after this; waiting for ten thousand years is not long, if there is love, it will be the reward for waiting. Miner is the girl next door, she broke into my dusty world without warning
The emotional world that has existed for a long time has caused my emotional embankment to collapse thousands of miles.
The beginning of a love story is often hazy and beautiful. In that continuous rainy season, our love quietly grew and sprouted in our hearts like silent seeds. Although my first love was not perfect, it was also romantic. I still remember that afternoon,
The clouds were thick and shrouded the surrounding areas, and passers-by were walking in a hurry, but I was complacent, because what was about to fall was the "sweet rain" that I had been waiting for for a long time. I carried the umbrella I had prepared, held it up for Min'er, and walked hand in hand in the rain, enjoying the good life.
Enjoying the warmth under the umbrella, I got my wish that time. Thank God for creating the romantic opportunity for me. "I knew you would come." Min'er's happy smile was like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er handed over something casually,
"This is for you." A heart-shaped wind chime made of many exquisite pink flowers. "I spent several nights making it just for you." Happiness flows in my heart like trickling water. Since then,
I kept it hanging in my sight, falling asleep with it and waking up with it.
Occasionally, Min'er and I walk in the evening when the sun sets and the sky is filled with sunset. We hold each other contentedly, enjoying dreamlike love in the woods shaded by the setting sun, looking forward to a bright future. At that moment, happiness is written all over our faces.
, we seemed to be wandering in our own "paradise" while embracing each other. However, the good times did not last long, Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Crane City", woo woo...she was leaving me.
Already.
The night before we left, we met, our eyes met, and we were silent. We didn’t know what to say, and we didn’t know where to start. We just hugged each other gently and kissed each other gently, but who knew this gentle sense of directionlessness
The kiss turned out to be the "final kiss" of this poignant love. That sleepless night was not due to the sweetness of the kiss but the fear of the coming of dawn and the fear of rejoicing.
My figure is about to leave me, and I am afraid that the fragile thread of love will not be able to withstand the ravages of the wind of time and be broken. But what should come will still come, and what should go will still go. Min'er is the train at one o'clock in the afternoon, and that
The morning has become a blank in my life, passing by like a fleeting moment. When I picked up my luggage (of course it was Min'er's) and sent her away, our tears filled the road to the train station and we exchanged words.
Cherish each other, say goodbye to each other, recall each other's memories, and wait for each other to meet again. The train going east took away everything in the past, and the kite string that maintained love was finally torn apart in the suffering, and it can't stand like the clichéd love.
The polish of distance. Although I receive letters from Miner almost every day, expressing her longing for me, I always feel that this longing is like misty smoke, which can be seen but cannot be grasped, and my relationship has been sentenced to eternity.
.I always felt that Miner no longer loved me, so I broke up with Miner...
My first love is unforgettable and young. My first love started in trance, ended in self-esteem speculation, seemed to touch the wings of angels in panic, and fell into the abyss from destruction. I like sensual ones
Love. Because emotional beauty is dynamic, rational beauty is static. If there is more rationality and less sensibility in love, and the two have to be well balanced, there will never be eternal love.
Just like the wind chime floating in the wind, it is still swaying in the wind, perfect as before, but it just implies sadness and no longer has that subtlety and charm...
That night Min'er had an early dinner, and we met for a walk, chat, and a walk. The sun had long since disappeared, and the western clouds reflected the sky red. Min'er and I seemed to be in a fairyland. We gently held Min'er's arm.
Min'er's hands, their skin was like gelatin, slender and smooth. I have never seen hands like that again in my life. Min'er's head was buried in my shoulders, and she just walked forward comfortably. At that moment, the world seemed redundant, and the two of us were
The whole world. Min'er's face is filled with happiness, and her pink face is like a blooming peach blossom. All the college entrance examinations and universities have disappeared with the clouds in the western sky. The mountain city is small and there is no place to go.
, needless to say, it’s just the tacit understanding in my heart.
That was enough. Min'er and I walked slowly along the mountain road. As the sunset slowly faded away, the hills became slightly hazy. The wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. Min'er and I hugged each other tightly.
Shenglin Tower stands lonely and lonely on the top of Nanshan Mountain, losing the smiles and hustle and bustle of the day. Miner and I climbed up the stairs and climbed the handrails, one floor, two floors... We counted the steps under our feet, and we were in
At the highest point of the mountain city. With the hazy night, the mountain city is shadowy. The cool breeze blows, Min'er's clothes are fluttering, and her slender and petite body is curled up in my arms. Together we admire the beautiful night mountain city and look forward to the beautiful scenery.
The future. At that moment, happiness was flowing in the blood of my body. I don’t know where the poor boy got that blessing.
The train stopped at that small station, where I would part ways with Min'er. In fact, Min'er had never appeared, but I imagined that Min'er would continue on from here and leave me. Small station
Not many people got out of the car, and they were sparse. I was like a defeated rooster, unable to raise my spirits. The breeze blew by, and the wind chime hanging in the air of the cabin swayed with the wind. This is a special wind chime.
It is special because it is a wind chime, swaying in the wind but "speechless", but it carries a sad and beautiful past.
My adolescence came very early, but there was no trace of hard work. I just let it ferment in my heart. Because everything must make way for the dreams in my heart. I was afraid that if I indulged it a little, it would be like a floodgate, and it could not be stopped once it started. But
, contrary to expectations, when I was nineteen years old, just as "Black July" was approaching, my emotional world bloomed with exquisite little flowers. Although it was only short-lived, it was stunning. Dickinson once said in a poem:
Waiting for one hour is too long, if there is love, it will be right after this; waiting for ten thousand years is not long, if there is love, it will be the reward for waiting. Miner is the girl next door, she broke into my dusty world without warning
The emotional world that has existed for a long time has caused my emotional embankment to collapse thousands of miles.
The beginning of a love story is often hazy and beautiful. In that continuous rainy season, our love quietly grew and sprouted in our hearts like silent seeds. Although my first love was not perfect, it was also romantic. I still remember that afternoon,
The clouds were thick and shrouded the surrounding areas, and passers-by were walking in a hurry, but I was complacent, because what was about to fall was the "sweet rain" that I had been waiting for for a long time. I carried the umbrella I had prepared, held it up for Min'er, and walked hand in hand in the rain, enjoying the good life.
Enjoying the warmth under the umbrella, I got my wish that time. Thank God for creating the romantic opportunity for me. "I knew you would come." Min'er's happy smile was like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er handed over something casually,
"This is for you." A heart-shaped wind chime made of many exquisite pink flowers. "I spent several nights making it just for you." Happiness flows in my heart like trickling water. Since then,
I kept it hanging in my sight, falling asleep with it and waking up with it.
Occasionally, Min'er and I walk in the evening when the sun sets and the sky is filled with sunset. We hold each other contentedly, enjoying dreamlike love in the woods shaded by the setting sun, looking forward to a bright future. At that moment, happiness is written all over our faces.
, we seemed to be wandering in our own "paradise" while embracing each other. However, the good times did not last long, Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Crane City", woo woo...she was leaving me.
Already.
The night before we left, we met, our eyes met, and we were silent. We didn’t know what to say, and we didn’t know where to start. We just hugged each other gently and kissed each other gently, but who knew this gentle sense of directionlessness
The kiss turned out to be the "final kiss" of this poignant love. That sleepless night was not due to the sweetness of the kiss but the fear of the coming of dawn and the fear of rejoicing.
My figure is about to leave me, and I am afraid that the fragile thread of love will not be able to withstand the ravages of the wind of time and be broken. But what should come will still come, and what should go will still go. Min'er is the train at one o'clock in the afternoon, and that
The morning has become a blank in my life, passing by like a fleeting moment.