Who said that people who have anything to do with words are never happy.
He had never felt that before, just because he was born to love the smell of those ink-marked books and the contentment of chanting at will.
Then, when I look back over the years, or when I experience the changes in my beauty and beautiful head, I feel grateful for the feeling that "remains traces of dreams for other years, and every flower and tree is tender".
Later, I gradually got used to being with words. Did it start in the summer of that year? Or did it start in the autumn after that summer, when no one mentioned the words Jingyun or Qianqian?
Maybe both.
Therefore, many years later, he is hiding in the dark or light night with long or short words, and no longer makes any announcement.
Ouyang Fuqian and Jingyun slowly appeared in his words, then slowly disappeared, becoming that summer, and finally faded into the first memory.
He had imagined countless times that when he met Ouyang Fuqian again, he would smile and call her cousin.
Or, is it shallow?
However, such a situation has never happened before from graduating from the fifth grade of elementary school to graduating from junior high school and then graduating from high school during the three years in Yungling.
That distant summer, and that little girl with two braids, slowly faded away, and the memory became blurred.
He even began to wonder if there was an error in his own memory.
That long-ago summer does not exist.
The girl with two braids that almost reached the sky was just a character in his own imagination and no longer existed.
I turned to the first little treasure box, but suddenly I couldn't find the original handkerchief with sharp corners. What I couldn't find was the pink letter I received later, and the dark blue handkerchief.
Beautiful hourglass.
He looked around in a panic and found that he was in his own room.
But couldn't find it.
He asked his mother, and she said she didn't know.
He asked his father, who said, "You are a man, when did you ever use a handkerchief?"
He asked Xiuxiu, and Xiuxiu said, Brother, did you remember it wrong? I have never seen an hourglass. What is an hourglass?
He found it.
Lailai smiled and touched his head, gave him a punch, laughed, and said with a big smile, do you want to ask Tian Jingjing for a handkerchief? I will help you find her to ask for one. But, too
Ugly.
He began to doubt.
Then, smile.
When I turned around, dragonflies were flying across the sky, and I realized that it was summer again.
In July, the summer solstice has arrived.
The moonlight is like water, memories are flying all over the sky, and the gray-white courtyard is hidden in the pure moonlight. The words "the heart is like plain paper" suddenly come to mind, when the music is playing.
The sound of music flowing in the room is like a river. The left bank is my fading memories, the right bank is my bright years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is my faint sentimentality every year!
After a long time, I have become as tough as ivy. Even if I say goodbye, I will not cry. Even if I lose, I will not be sad. I hide my sadness and smile at everyone.
Will the crescent moon in the early hours of the night and the moonlight in that courtyard, many years later, become such a reminder of the clear clouds and clear wind, or will it stop somewhere and add dust?
The moonlight shines down, and there is a kind of quiet beauty, like the flowing time, silent and leisurely, passing through the memory, flying like a butterfly, shuttling outside the memory.
After that day, he began to like the moon and regarded himself as the missing moon.
So, now, many years later, I am experiencing, understanding and forgetting on my own journey.
From one place to another, .asxs. is far away and the destination is unknown.
However, some answers were already written at the beginning. For example, sentimentality, such as persistence. And he was always on the road from one place to another.
But, I forgot why I set out in the first place.
Suddenly, I remembered Teacher Zhang from elementary school, whom I had not seen for many years.
When I saw him again, he was still the same as he was six years ago, and it seemed that he had not changed.
When he mentioned School Cao with great joy, he found that the corners of Teacher Zhang's eyes were quietly moist.
Later, Teacher Zhang asked him if he liked School Cao?
Liu Ruixuan nodded firmly and liked it very much.
Yes. Teacher Zhang nodded in agreement, he also liked it.
Later that day, he found out that Mr. Cao was actually Mr. Zhang’s student.
However, Teacher Zhang never told him that School Cao taught the Mathematical Olympiad class at Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
He then thought that he wanted to be like Teacher Zhang, and he wanted to be a teacher like School Cao.
After graduating from high school, he stayed in Jingyun, at Jingyun Normal University, which was only two stops away from Yunling Middle School.
In his free time at college, he wrote more and more.
His name began to appear in the school newspaper of Jingyun Normal University, his tofu cubes appeared in Jingyun's evening newspaper, and his name was naturally indispensable in Yunling's county newspaper.
Suddenly one day, a girl walked up to him and the literary club of Jingyun Normal University extended an invitation to him.
He decisively refused.
He writes just for memory, not for publicity.
Publishing or publishing was not his original intention, it was just a habit.
He keeps walking like this, one journey after another; he keeps remembering, paragraph after paragraph. Apart from himself, who do these long or short words seem to have something to do with?
You know?
There is moonlight falling outside the window, and the moonlight is like water. It is very similar to the first quarter moon that first hit my eyes many years ago. In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years.
He closed the diary gently and locked it.
It also brings back memories of summer after summer. It has been a year since he came to Jingyun.
In the huge Jingyun campus, he walked alone, with no one around him.
When I came to the Officer Command School, I naturally wanted to meet him, and I could meet him once a week.
However, there was nothing interesting about two big boys, so when Lailai came to see him in October, he decisively refused. From now on, he should not come to him every week, which would make the two of them seem to be in love. Same.
Lai Lai burst out laughing and said with a smile, "Isn't that right? He is my childhood sweetheart."
Childhood sweetheart?
He was startled for a moment.
Lai Lai was startled for a moment, scratched his head as usual, and laughed again: Just don't worry about it, I just like you.
After saying that, I pushed him habitually.
Liu Ruixuan also laughed, this was a belated confession.
Hu Lai curled his lips, Chi? You are not married, I am not married?
That's right. Liu Ruixuan also laughed, reached out and pushed Hu Lai, and said that we would get married when we graduate.
Okay. Hu Lai smiled and unconsciously put his right hand on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.
No way? A girl passed by, murmured something in surprise, looked at them, and left quickly.
Hu Lai patted Liu Ruixuan, and the two of them burst into laughter. Their laughter scared away unknown birds on the sycamore tree.
And Xiuxiu was still in Yunling. Every week when he went to Yunling to watch Xiuxiu, a group of little girls from the Yunling campus would follow her from a distance and talk loudly, "Oh my god, this is Liu Xiu's boy."
My friend, he is so handsome.
Liu Xiu is really happy, with good grades and a boyfriend who is so tall and handsome.
When Xiuxiu heard this, she hugged his arm and leaned her head over him.
There was an exclamation from behind, and a whistle came out of nowhere.
Good grades are the last word. Doesn’t School Cao even care?
That was tacitly approved by Principal Cao.
In a blink of an eye, another year has passed, and he has gone from June of his freshman year to June of his sophomore year.
Summer is here again.
At the end of June, he heard the sound of spring coming.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed and opened his eyes slightly, and the first quarter moon crashed into his eyes again. Just like the summer when he woke up in his yard eight years ago, the moonlight was like water and the water was like the sky.
And he, the person in front of him.
Hey, where is the person?
Liu Ruixuan sniffed and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to be holding someone?