Micro-touch in youth

Life is like a micro-movie, and youth is an important segment in the movie. People, stories and plots are changing every day, but only moving forever.

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Youth is like a sea wave. When it is surging, it is choppy. When it is calm, it is sparkling. Only the footsteps of the sun jump on the sea. The poet Xichuan said, "What is bright and beautiful is a cigarette and a lyric song, what is bright and beautiful is the pure voice of the teenager and his guitar, what is bright and beautiful is a cloud in front of the door, a flower in front of the window, and what is bright and beautiful is the torrent of sunlight rolling through the street ..."

But I think that in youth, there is still a slight touch of brightness ...

As the sun sets, the flaming clouds on the horizon are like maple leaves in autumn. I stayed in the classroom with her to run a blackboard newspaper. She painted and I wrote. No wonder others became girlfriends. "What color pen is this piece of writing?" She turned her head and studied it carefully. "Use the red one." She smiled and I froze in place. Outside the window behind her is a vast expanse of flaming clouds, and she stands there like a fairy who has just come down to earth, so beautiful.

The purple sky is getting dark, and I am writing the words on the last plate. Suddenly, there was a cramp in my stomach, and then I remembered that I forgot to take medicine today. I pressed my stomach hard and insisted on finishing this. However, the pain did not disappear, but became more and more intense. After a while, my head was already sweating. "Ah ..." My muffled hum caught her attention. She saw my strangeness, dropped her pen and ran to me, helping me to my seat. "The stomach hurts again? You forgot to take your medicine? " Seeing me sit in my seat, she hurried out.

"wait for me here!" She said that and ran out.

Thunder came from a distance, and lightning tore a dazzling crack in the dark clouds on the horizon. "Hua ..." Bean-sized raindrops fell. I reluctantly went to the window, hoping to see her figure. The street lamp flashed faintly under the washing of heavy rain. For a long time, I saw her vague figure and was rushing to the classroom. Then I heard his voice: "Drink the medicine quickly." I looked up at her, her whole body was wet by the heavy rain, her hair was stuck to her face, and the tip of her hair was dripping with raindrops. My vision is blurred ...

Time turns cherry, time turns banana, and we graduated. However, the slight touch in youth will never disappear. It is my most beautiful memory. As long as you like, it is still as bright as summer sunshine.