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The breeze passed by, and the wind chime hanging in the air in the hut was swaying with the wind. This is a special wind chime. It is said that it is special because it is a wind chime, but it is "speechless" in the wind, but it carries a sad and gentle past.
My adolescence came very early, but there was no trace of hard work, and I just let it ferment in my heart. Because everything had to make way for the dream in my heart, I was afraid that if I was indulging it, it would be like a flood discharge gate, and it would be unstoppable. However, things went against my wishes. When I was nineteen years old, it was approaching that "Black July", my emotional world blossomed with exquisite flowers. Although it was just a flash in the pan, it was once amazing. Dickinson once said in his poem: Waiting for an hour is too long. If there is love, it will be after this; waiting for ten thousand years is not long, if there is love, it will be a reward for this waiting. Min'er is the girl next door. She broke into my long-clogged world of love without warning, causing my emotional dam to collapse thousands of miles.
The beginning of a love story is often hazy and beautiful. In that rainy season, our love grows and sprouts quietly in our hearts like silent seeds. Although my first love is not perfect, it is also romantic. I still remember that afternoon, it was cloudy and covered the fields. Passers-by were walking in a hurry, but I was complacent because what was about to drop was the "sweet rain" I had been waiting for. Carry the umbrella that I had prepared long ago, hold it up for Min'er, walk hand in hand in the rain, and enjoy the warmth under the umbrella
That time I got my wish. Thank God for the romantic opportunity created for me. "I knew you would definitely come." Min'er's happy smile was like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er handed something casually, "This is for you." A heart-shaped wind chime made of many exquisite pink flowers. "I used it specifically for you for a few nights." Happiness flowed in my heart like a trickle of water. Since then, I have been hanging it in my sight, watching it fall asleep, and watching it wake up.
Occasionally, Min'er and I were walking in the evening with sunset and sunset, we were comfortable and enjoyed dreamy love among the woods hidden in the sunset, and looked forward to a beautiful future. At that moment, happiness was written all over our faces. We seemed to wander in our "paradise" in our embrace. However, the good times did not last long. Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Hecheng", and wuwu... she was leaving me.
On the night before leaving, we met, with our eyes facing each other, silent. We didn't know what to say, nor did we know where to start. We just hugged each other gently and kissed gently. Unexpectedly, this gentle kiss without direction turned into the "destiny kiss" of this sad love. That night, we didn't sleep, not because of the fragrance of fragrance left our lips, but because of the arrival of dawn and the softness.
The figure is about to leave me, afraid that the fragile love line cannot withstand the destruction of the wind of time and is broken. But what should come will still come, what should go will still go. Min'er is the train at 1:00 in the afternoon, and that morning has become a blank in my life, like a flash of white horses. When I carried my bags (of course, Min'er's) and sent her away, our tears filled the way to the train station, saying care for each other, saying goodbye to each other, thinking about memories, and
Waiting for reunion, the train heading east took away everything, and the kite string that maintained love was finally torn apart in the torment, like clichéd love, unable to withstand the polishing of distance. Although I can receive letters from Min'er almost every day, and the letters conveyed her longing for me, I always feel that this longing is like a misty smoke, which is visible and unrecognizable, and the relationship is sentenced to life. I always feel that Min'er no longer loves me, and I asked Min'er to break up...
My first love is unforgettable and immature. My first love begins in the haze, ends in the guess of inferiority, seems to touch the wings of an angel from panic, and then falls into the abyss from destruction. I like emotional love. Because emotional beauty is dynamic, rational beauty is static. If there is more rationality in love and less sensibility, and the two have to be well balanced and fit, there will never be eternal love. Just like the wind chime floating in the wind, it still sways with the wind, perfect as before, but it is just a hidden sorrow, no longer has the implicit and charm...
That night, Min'er had dinner early, and we made an appointment to walk, chat, and take a walk. The sun was gone, and the colorful clouds in the west were red. Min'er and I seemed to be in a fairyland. We gently held Min'er's hand, and the skin was as slender and lubricating as ever. We had never seen such a hand again in this life. Min'er's head was buried on my shoulders, and we were moving forward happily. At that moment, the world seemed redundant, and the two of us were the whole world. Min'er's face was full of happiness, and her pink face seemed to blooming peach blossoms. What about the college entrance examination, what about the university, and everything was gone with the clouds in the west, and there was no trace. The mountain city was very small, and there was no place to go, needless to say, it was just the tacit understanding in my heart.
It's enough. Min'er and I walked slowly along the mountain road. As the sunset slowly faded away, the hills were a little hazy. The wind blew, and a hint of coolness. Min'er and I hugged each other tightly. Shenglin Tower stood alone on the top of the South Mountain, losing the smile and noise of the day. Min'er and I climbed the handrail along the stairs, one, two layers... We counted the steps under our feet, and we were at the highest point of the mountain city. Accompanied by the hazy night, the shadows of the mountain city were slim. The cool breeze blew, Min'er's clothes fluttered, and her slender and petite body curled up in my arms. We admired the beautiful night mountain city together, looking forward to a beautiful future. At that moment, happiness flowed in the blood of my body, and I don't know where the poor boy got the blessing.
The train stopped at that small station, and I will part ways with Min'er here.
The breeze passed by, and the wind chime hanging in the air in the hut was swaying with the wind. This is a special wind chime. It is said that it is special because it is a wind chime, but it is "speechless" in the wind, but it carries a sad and gentle past.
My adolescence came very early, but there was no trace of hard work, and I just let it ferment in my heart. Because everything had to make way for the dream in my heart, I was afraid that if I was indulging it, it would be like a flood discharge gate, and it would be unstoppable. However, things went against my wishes. When I was nineteen years old, it was approaching that "Black July", my emotional world blossomed with exquisite flowers. Although it was just a flash in the pan, it was once amazing. Dickinson once said in his poem: Waiting for an hour is too long. If there is love, it will be after this; waiting for ten thousand years is not long, if there is love, it will be a reward for this waiting. Min'er is the girl next door. She broke into my long-clogged world of love without warning, causing my emotional dam to collapse thousands of miles.
The beginning of a love story is often hazy and beautiful. In that rainy season, our love grows and sprouts quietly in our hearts like silent seeds. Although my first love is not perfect, it is also romantic. I still remember that afternoon, it was cloudy and covered the fields. Passers-by were walking in a hurry, but I was complacent because what was about to drop was the "sweet rain" I had been waiting for. Carry the umbrella that I had prepared long ago, hold it up for Min'er, walk hand in hand in the rain, and enjoy the warmth under the umbrella
That time I got my wish. Thank God for the romantic opportunity created for me. "I knew you would definitely come." Min'er's happy smile was like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er handed something casually, "This is for you." A heart-shaped wind chime made of many exquisite pink flowers. "I used it specifically for you for a few nights." Happiness flowed in my heart like a trickle of water. Since then, I have been hanging it in my sight, watching it fall asleep, and watching it wake up.
Occasionally, Min'er and I were walking in the evening with sunset and sunset, we were comfortable and enjoyed dreamy love among the woods hidden in the sunset, and looked forward to a beautiful future. At that moment, happiness was written all over our faces. We seemed to wander in our "paradise" in our embrace. However, the good times did not last long. Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Hecheng", and wuwu... she was leaving me.
On the night before leaving, we met, with our eyes facing each other, silent. We didn't know what to say, nor did we know where to start. We just hugged each other gently and kissed gently. Unexpectedly, this gentle kiss without direction turned into the "destiny kiss" of this sad love. That night, we didn't sleep, not because of the fragrance of fragrance left our lips, but because of the arrival of dawn and the softness.
The figure is about to leave me, afraid that the fragile love line can't withstand the destruction of the wind of time and will break. But what should come will still come, what should go will still leave. Min'er is the train at 1:00 in the afternoon, and that morning has become a blank in my life, like a flash passing by. When I carried my bag (of course it was Min'er's) and sent her away, our tears filled the way to the train station, saying care for each other, saying goodbye to each other, saying goodbye to each other, thinking about memories, and treating each other again. The train going east took away everything, and the kite line that maintained love was finally torn apart in the torment......