I miss you, but I can't tell you, it's like a pear tree that never bears apples.
I miss you, but I can't say it to you, like a rainbow hanging high in the sky, no one can ever touch it.
I miss you, but I can't say to you, it's like running on the tracks of a train, and no ship will ever pass by.
Yes, I miss you, but I really can't say it to you, I'm afraid that if I say it, it's also a kind of torture for you.
Time passed, back to the green school days, the students on the playground were in twos and threes, the curtains on the windowsill of the classroom swayed in the wind, the rainy season was advanced in a strange way, and the pain and discomfort caused by the wound were forced to cross the two seasons, crisscrossing all kinds of criss-cross, but not sentimental.
I need them because they have the power to change me. 1。
The light shining through the window was unusually dazzling, and the boy got up and shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, and the world went to May and stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of anxiety, and he woke up to the fact that it was already summer.
There are no memories of summer, splashing in the pool, drinking cheap cold drinks with ice, sleeping naked on a mattress for midnight, and hiding in his private domain all day with nothing to do.
In fact, in the past summer, boys have tried to remember some things, such as colorful butterflies with big wings, such as people's colorful sandals, such as colorful ice cream cones, such as the green and blue pool splash, such as your clear face.
Remembering the profound place, the indissoluble bond between the early and summer entanglements, just like the unilateral to you, the past has changed, although your face has been gloomy and yellow, but the scene of the day of the encounter is always vivid.
Let me think about it and remember that day was also in the middle of summer, the cicadas on the branches of oil palm leaves everywhere were noisy, the road was full of tar that had been baked to softness, and the sight between heaven and earth was also rolling in the form of a heat wave when looking out of the classroom, which could make people instantly physically and mentally exhausted, and the water in the whole body was drained away, but although the mouth was dry, it was also catchy to read aloud.
The classroom door was always open for ventilation, and as soon as you stood there, it seemed real and violent to me.
There were a few people standing there, but I knew that they were all foils, and it was you who were in full bloom, in my eyes and in the whole world.
The person who called the mother smiled, the symmetrical person who was the teacher, said a few polite words, and then left.
The homeroom teacher, who was hidden behind the deep lenses, said something to us succinctly, then pointed to the front row of the room, and you walked straight over, slender, silent, but strong.
That's the first impression you gave me, and again, in the end.
I didn't listen to that lesson at all, the world from the very beginning of the incomparably noisy suddenly became brilliant and brilliant, I saw a large group of colorful butterflies flying outside the window, the wings of the fan shook off countless powder, under the strong ultraviolet irradiation reflected a dazzling light, flashing so that I couldn't open my eyes, but my heart was already stunned.
I heard the rhythm of my own heartbeat, clear and strong, like never before.
In the forty-five minutes between classes, I didn't have time to remember your outline, only your name: Gu Shiyun.
And the summer that has just begun, seems to wither and collapse rapidly in your hasty arrival and departure, so fast that whenever I reminisce, I only vaguely remember the large clusters of shining butterflies and your eyes when you entered the door.
People are still susceptible individuals, and these things will inevitably cause huge ripples, but they will eventually be carried away by time.
You came and went, in a hurry, although it was a long time later that I learned that you had not left, but had just changed to another class, but I did not have a chance to do so, and I did not see you again after that class until I graduated from elementary school.
We are as far apart as thin ice, and most of our encounters and partings are always like this, full of destined flavor.
You see, I don't really like you much, just a little, a little.
The cicadas are still noisy, and the asphalt road has never been hard.
Gu Shiyun, after that, these words turned into a foot-in-the-dark film in my heart, recording the film that was secretly shelved in the classroom door, and became an existence that had never been developed in the darkroom, but was unwilling to abandon it.
I know this kind of existence.
You know, we're going to make it all over the end and move towards a bigger future and find our true selves. 2。
It was a hot weather, but it seemed to change again, the cold touch spread through the air, and the heavy rain poured like poured beans between the frowns, without the slightest preparation.
Unexpectedly, Jian Hao's mood suddenly became gloomy, he pulled out a chair and leaned against the eaves, and began to watch the sky through the rain curtain.
Showers have been quite frequent these days, and if it weren't for the rain outside, Jian Hao would be happy, and the smell of the earth after the rain would make him happy more than anything else, although he didn't like rainy days very much.
At that time, I was still living in my mother's house, the house was a row of blue brick and red tile bungalows, there was a narrow courtyard in front of the courtyard, the vestibule was planted with green trees for many years, and it was surrounded by green shade, the subtropical vegetation was lush and green throughout the four seasons, so this ring of green courtyard is the same all year round, and the chair is moved in the shade in midsummer, which is not very cool and comfortable.
Although the backyard is small, it also seems to be relatively tightly lined, and there are good things that the mother-in-law has nothing to do to dig the soil and cultivate some side vegetables.
Out of the backyard, there are stone steps that stretch up, and a few steps away from the back mountain.
This hill near the residential area has been contracted to be converted into an artificial fruit grove a few years ago, and although the forest is full of fruits, it is often accompanied by vicious dogs, and I dare not make any decisions.
The old houses surrounding the courtyard of the house are equipped with red-lacquered wooden doors, old-fashioned doors, and old-fashioned locks.
I live in a dark room, which is not only damp, but also dark all day long, but it is also very temperamental, so I like it.
It's just that the steep old brick walls and thoughts often set off a strong sense of incongruity, which occasionally makes people feel uncomfortable.
Several of the houses have old-fashioned furniture left over from their ancestors, especially chairs.
When encountering lazy disease, you can lie down as much as you want, if it is not for the young and frivolous heart, you will be comfortable and leisurely.
At this time, the rain became more and more rapid, and the cold wind began to accompany each other, Jian Hao wore very little, and at this time he couldn't help but feel a little chilly when he sat under the eaves, and when he got up and returned to the house, there was a sudden thunder, which was deafening, and the summer was all lost, and the lush and lush fell all over the ground.
Looking at the wall clock, and it was only three o'clock, Jian Hao was worried that the gradually falling rain would inevitably affect everything under the eaves, and he didn't think much about it, he was in a hurry to move and clean up, and he went in and out of the labor room but frowned unconsciously. t1706231537: