A sky full of
willows, stirring from the past scenes. The
white wizard kiss to spring awakes the sleeping in the memory of those love
letters.That
is doing the job I am very serious in the fifth grade, a quiet self-study class,
a pink cotton. Suddenly,
came a few small boys whispering, followed by a small piece of mixed boys and
girls are missing the lucky. Later,
that laughter is like a drop of not accidentally fall into the cups of ink,
slowly dissolved and spread to an entire classroom. I saw him, suddenly stood
up, upright pestle. His
face suffused with Glitter can not flush, hands like holding the heart in
general, carefully holding a LMW whole paper. Fuzzy corner of
the eye to see that crooked handwriting. Heart
inexplicable curiosity but premonition ominous.Sure enough,
that class, small head, began to give orders. The air as much as
promulgated a divine command. Leadership
like tone he said: "Now, welcome Michelle Mary students, the students read a
love letter a." Then they changed the tone of a singer to promote the new album,
said: "This is Michelle spent two nights to write ,
exclusive, please look forward to it. "Wie Next, with the kind of very firm and
mixed with a little tense and hair slightly vibrato tone, word for word reading.
His
every word out as if to throw a lot of delicious candy in general, elicit class
of laughter. But for me, every
word is like a shot hit in the heart. I
fight back with an ugly red until face Biede tomato face like a ripe apple, it
should be like the fast nipped the. Confrontation with
silence.However,
it is incomprehensible that little head turned shouting: "Sound is too small,
she did not hear wrong, is too far away to go in front of her read his words
like a sorghum from the ground an instant burst of strong winds . Then
that booing sound like homeopathic and down the red sorghum, any wind blowing.
When
I saw him in the leg immediately to take the first step, I finally sit still.
I
went to the front door of the classroom, and intimidation, said: "you comes
again, I went downstairs to find a teacher!"In
fact, I was feeling very contradictory, even more than they fear teachers and
parents to know. Then
came the ringing sound broke the quiet of the moment and my embarrassing
situation. Open classroom like
a pot of boiling water as boiling. I naturally
picked up the schoolbag Flying fled home.In fact, how can
I not know that he had feelings for me? In fact,
how can I be so indifferent?If
it is not like me, he would not be hard to learn mathematics, is in order to
test, like me, one out. His
math test six very representative of math, each got full marks. When
I got the papers, I was surprised to find that tightly next to him and my
papers. Are
bright red 100 points, and like to show off or prove something. He
was determined to test out, like me, I later heard that the small head
said.If
it is not like me, maybe he will not go to my house on Saturday and Sunday
secretly to find my brother playing. They do
not know, and my brother we two. I just do what to do.
Let him deliberately
laugh, I do not see a.If
it is not like it, he might not go to dinner comes the reckoning I braved the
wind and rain. That is a terrible wind and rain
days. The
wind puzzling. The
third class in the morning to see the red flag lazily curled up its bright red
body. However,
the lesson we have not see the words on the blackboard.The
heavenly spirits with black cloth to cover up the sun, and we await the coming
of a wonderful magic show. Perhaps
the boys in the eyes, like is the deities contest.The teacher
announced that the school, so we ran back. The
lunacy growled want to swallow the belly. And
a small ring through the trees, like the soldiers from being accidentally hit,
and suddenly fell to the ground. We
are more afraid of holding hands runned like going through a nightmare.
That the way to go very, very long.
Lonely
pedestrian standing half bent, to muzzled walking in the sand. Fortunately,
the home of a small ring close to the school, I would temporarily stay in her
home.But
is in such terrible weather, Michelle bolted home to take my umbrella.
When he ran back to school, I was
gone. I
seem to see him from euphoria to disappointment on his face.Because
he knew that my house is the farthest away from the school. Because he
knows, every rainy day, I braved the rain ran home. Because
my parents busy once sent me over the umbrella.But I still repeat the previous
life. Because
the little I do not understand do not want to know what love is. Because
their parents are busy every day, I just want one papers for a smiling face.
I
just always are looking forward to the PTA meetings, I just want to let the
teacher praised me. I
just want to quietly hiding in the crowd enjoy the satisfaction of parents
smile. I rarely rarely see them smile.
Because
we are in a foreign land, may be only a trivial passing in the lives of
others.Love letters he has asked
the students to me. See when I
torrential tears a person hiding in the dark. Looking at
the starry sky, any tears flow. In
fact, I do not know that a little boy how many times I cried, do not know him to
do so in the end have to pay much courage.Was light,
such as wind through the jungle. I still
have yellowed love letter folded in the illegible diary. Time diary with a charming
little lock child. I
could not even astringent with a lock, do not give any one opened the door.
Because love does not belong
to me.Years
later, to see this crooked handwriting, I think this does not does not matter to
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quietly asleep, doing never wake up, but to dream.Gently rocking
time Dangzhuo the migrating to another city. I read the high
school in this city. High school, big, small is not
small. As
if I was older, 19-year-old, ignorant of the flowering season.That
night the wind was blowing gently from time to time to tidy hair. The
breeze of it quite 得理不饶人 of posture, only forced me to quickly fled to the
quarters. His
memory is sporadic, like the wind, blowing people tangled.People always used to
forget the habit.A school personality. He
will be wearing cool clothes, and leisurely marching cry rang into the
classroom. In
the winter wearing a thin blue plaid shirt, he would any body was Joseph in the
wind, perhaps he did not really cold.It
is in a language class, first came to school practice, Xiao Yao teacher called
him, and asked him what his name, he very casually said: "I called Chu Van
lovely Chu Van Well, is to explain I
am very content. "At this time the female teacher said:" I checked, our class
did that name. "he answered just from the name. Then
the teacher said: "Chu where, yes, a good name. Dressed, looks ordinary." Next,
is the whole class laugh. Like
the wind through an apple orchard, strong ulterior motives roads by the wind,
cross the collision, with a hint of unwilling, shake a few, talk some frolic.
He is thought very
personalized.The
high school everywhere filled with the thick smell of gunpowder, all busy in the
class attend to the toilet. Green
in that piece of the lay up, the sun sun sun on the lawn, there is always the
voice of the reading endorsement students hold a variety of textbooks, and
always came buzzing. If
that knowledge to the grass only read it again, the examination in order to pass
the same.In
that Yuemingxingxi night hear the crickets that can only feebly tweet few times
of the night. He, cut through the dead of night.
He attracted
everyone to put aside the endless practice. Accompanied by a lot of
boys to his accompaniment. Even
on campus to seats, to star as the light, no one else to jump the hip-hop.
God, we
screamed. Boys
whistling. In that
night, he became a small celebrity of the school.He is very aloof. Has always been a
loner. The corner of
the back of the classroom is his territory. He very self-rain's poster in
the back wall. If
it is to their own vegetable plot a variety of a dish was to
blame.Is that
the sky catkins fly Saturday, the empty campus seems most. Because we
all go home.That
Saturday, because parents are not home, I have gone back. A person, it
is boring into the study room, holding a book. Suddenly discovered
that he also, I want to leave. But thought, Who
is he, what he is, I would have walked. I have this
very narcissistic young man, full of hostility. So I sit down, depending
on such as air.But he seemed to already
know I want to come. Only to hear later in
the footsteps getting closer. I am
glad he was leaving, he even stopped in front of my footsteps. His letter on the page I opened
the book. That
one is like a perianth like accidental bee may also wish to intentionally touch,
slightly shocked, and made a motion to calm down. He said nothing and left.
Only
left me with a brush not to go back and a bunch of question
marks.That is a pink stationery. That graceful font
not from the hands of such a person. I
vaguely remember that this is written, "Lily, please allow me to call you from
the first day of school, I was your smile captivated you a pair of laughing
eyes, give me a warm and
hope I never see you stopped smiling, even in my dreams I like you, every
morning and every night, allow me to like you ". I can not
remember the contents of the back. However,
I did not expect him behind the cold even buried feelings, did not think he
should be and I declare. Although I love to
laugh but I rarely speak and boys. To him, I
certainly avoid far.I
take possession of a good love letter, as if hidden in a wrong
committed.The
story is that nothing stars in the night, in that mask on the lawn of a layer of
fog that is brewing under the street lights dim too sleepy to open eyes, people
sleep the night of the Wine Shop. A
word for word, I told him: "I do not like you, more precisely, I hate you, but
rest assured, I will not let other people know it." After much talking, I
a person is gone, his face did
not look. I
do not know that he did not turn around, take a look at my back.Perhaps he forgot.
Perhaps he
remembered. Night
cold as ice. That
spring night, the flowers did not open, the birds do not bother
Ming.In
this way, the episode in life gone with the wind, there is no audience and also
no dancer.When
the power of Genglou a drop drip with a unique time water years has quietly.
When
a sky full of catkins dancing each year is the same also unbeaten dancing, I
opened a courier from afar.My
boyfriend and I are the same day or even both life and life's. This year's birthday, we
separated the two. Birthday, just a friend
of mine told me his story. He
spoke when he objects birthday that day happens to be November 11. On the 12th, he just field
examinations. But
he went to Henan to her birthday is the day to go back the same day.
In
order to buy her a gift, he spent six hundred dollars, was thinking fast on
holiday, stays home money enough to spend. Toothache guilty, and
spent three or four hundred. The results made only one meal a
day. In
order to prevent roommates know, every day and almost noon before starting, so
that breakfast on the province. Noon
walk out then circle back, pretend to go out to dinner, to stretch into the
night to eat a bun.I
looked at him so calm talking, like talking to someone else's story, he was not
a hero. I
asked: "These, she, you know?" He shook his head, why let her
know?I
just listened quietly, and repeated these words over and over again in my heart.
Why
let her know?Ah, love is giving, not taking.
Love is a person
willing to pay for another person. May
just want to see each other face is that the expression of
surprise.After that, he asked
me how he did not accompany me. I
smile, said: "No, he was too busy worry about that, he cares about me, he gave
me to express it." Then change the subject. In fact, his courier
and not to. In
fact, I do not know him in the end how much you care, but I believe he must care
about me.Later, I received the
phone of the courier company. I soon get
a courier, to open the Express. In
fact, I would also like to see is not a necklace, but that letter he said that
the temporary write a love letter at the post office.So
I take the opportunity to come up with a love letter to any quarters and sisters
fighting for the chance to see the gift. They
said, "What is this ah, such a large box on a necklace, no rings or something.",
"Is not it a necklace, even a decorated are not ah". I ignore it. Show him
to me to write a love letter.Few words, the word is also very
poor. See,
with each word very carefully written, as it is very hard to love me.
He
gave me the commitment, is very simple but what I want.I do not know, never in the end
how far. Maybe
all the people do not know, just like we do not know how long life in the end.
Love
word, perhaps just one person casually one said, but another person may remember
a lifetime. Perhaps
accumulate a lot of courage to say, maybe another just absently a. With
the precipitation of the time, the so-called oath may be worthless, maybe it
will become another reason to wait, waiting for the conviction to support the
power of life.Catkins
flying in the spring, I was doing always afraid of waking dream, belong to the
two of us dream of. Catkins
start to fall into, I've stepped on my Sentimental young.Perhaps, each girl will
receive a love letter. Perhaps, each
girl will encounter waiting for their angel. If
you have not met, maybe he is looking for you on the road.When
electronic products are popular in the country, the arrogant disregard of the
paper. The more love letters, a
message or an e-mail. Difficult
to see these love letter written with their own calligraphy.In those
years, he had been not very concerned about things. Branded in my
heart.After all, a girl. One more admirer
is not a bad thing. The story is still
staged in the memory.Roll wind, Dangzhuo the danced
catkins. I dream,
the precipitate youth Hedi those love letters thrown. Empty
left me alone to review those years, those who love letter.-
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