-met in 2003
That boy taught me to grow. That girl taught me to love. They once appeared in my life and then disappeared. However, I don't believe that they are angels. They are the most common boys and girls in the world. So I have been waiting under the camphor tree, because I believe that they will come back one day. Come back to me and teach me more.
The alternation of shadows and shadows makes time fast.
Laugh silently and then cry affectedly. 6 Many people are laughing in the dream, and their faces are full of bright happiness.
One inch of time and one carat of diamonds.
When long summer opened the window, he found that the snow had begun to melt, and some trees had sprouted green buds.
She turned her head to say thank you to Fu Xiaosi, but her eyes fell on Fu Xiaosi's painting and she could never get it back.
In the first second, the smile solidified on the face. The weeds spread and covered the barren hillside.
In the second, the smile changed radian. Sorrow covers the face and the tide surges.
An expression takes a year, a smile takes another ten years, and a hug that looks rough but full of strength because of youth and inexperience takes a lifetime.
Standing there every day watching the sun rise and then setting blankly, the shadow becomes shorter and longer, the vegetation grows and then withers. This feeling ... should be very lonely?
10 When the tide rushes to the ancient bank, summer connects the next summer. What are you like? When the heavy rain swept through the village where the sun was burning, summer flooded the next summer. What are you like? Skip the green spring, the sad autumn honeysuckle and the greener summer in the coming year. You appeared in front of me again. Eyebrows droop. Turn around and take away the rain from an entire city. Then turn around and bring back the colored snow. Wheat jointing Thunder rumbled across the earth. You splashed ink on the incomplete words in the corner, so you rendered a summer without ups and downs. Next year comes next year. But I haven't waited for a crying summer solstice. The summer solstice, which never comes all the year round.
1 1 When I asked him why he suddenly stopped studying, he replied with a smile that he didn't want to study any more because he thought life seemed very short and wanted to do something he was happy about. At that time, I suddenly liked the way he spoke, smiling and full of courage. I always like brave and strong people, because such people live in the world, so they can stand tall.
12 In any case, cold is always hopeless.
13 but everyone has forgotten that warmth and happiness, and the approach of spring, can't stop the coming of the next winter.
14 but at least time is happy at this moment.
15 We lost to fate's capricious palm and fell black and blue. Fell black and blue.
16, sometimes I always think that even if I stay around you, even if I can't help you, at least I tell you that you are not lonely, that's good. Whether you were a child or you are radiant now. I always feel that you have your own unique world, and no one can understand your language, so I am afraid that you will be lonely. I have a silly idea since I was a child, that is, two people are bored together, so it's not boring ... So until now, I always think, is he lonely now? So when I occasionally see a sudden sakura rain on the streets of Japan in recent years, I always think, it's a pity that Fu Xiaosi is not here. It should be a pity to see the beauty of the world alone without anyone sharing it.
17 a lot of things, the past is the past. A lot of things, goodbye will not be goodbye after all. I have always been self-righteous, and I have gradually lost the ability I want to have and get. But still don't hesitate to let yourself lose the past-just like those pure and clean things when you were young. With the changing days and nights passing away. I'm thinking, many years later, I think back to the numbness and fatigue now. Will it also be a kind of beauty? Hehe, have fun.
18 memories-memories are poisonous.
Goodbye-maybe never.
19 and in the gap between these things, Fu Xiaosi saw long summer and met smiling face countless times, with exaggerated tone, noisy and lively with a girl, and his quietly side face passed her side face countless times, and the world was silent again and again. And after a brief silence at that moment, the world was noisy again. So silence and noise, silence and noise, slowly back and forth like day and night.
The days just fade away one by one, with the unique silence before death, which is huge and powerless. The world suddenly turned into a brilliant fruit, but there was a worm in the kernel slowly eating away at it, biting the flesh of the stone bit by bit and gradually approaching the peel. Before the sharp break through the peel, the world was still shiny, and only the rustle of eating spread dully from the center of the world.
I always think that as long as I hold the hand I meet, no matter what direction I run, it is like running to heaven. -long summer in 2002
You know, many years later, when I think back to the winter of 1997, I feel that you have become the Lu Zhiang of 1995 again. You are still the teenager who has never experienced tragedy and pain, and you will still laugh happily with your gums exposed. The tension on the day before the game really vanished in the process of bickering with you ... Thank you. -Fu Xiaosi in 2003
My friend Fu Xiaosi has a theory. He said that those people who once appeared in your life and then disappeared are all angels, bringing you happiness or teaching you more truth. So I think Qingtian is like an angel. What that angel taught me is not to lose happiness willfully. -met in 2003
Will you still stand on the stairs and look up, blushing slightly, like the summer when the second day of junior high school ended? —— 1998 Meet
The picture shows a boy with soft long hair, almost exactly like the beggar just now, and next to him is a girl with long hair, which makes people think it is the brightest sunshine in summer when they smile.
They all say that time is the greatest healer. But, Xiao Si, you know, whenever I think of the time when we used to wander around Asakawa by bike, the countless times when we climbed over the school wall to skip classes, and the beautiful drawings you scattered in the studio, whenever I think of me playing the piano at home, you will fall asleep next to me, and you will start playing puzzles, and I will start yawning.
I still shed a lot of tears when I think about it.
That's ridiculous. But ... It really makes me sad to think of it.
-Lu Zhiang
I asked my husband to help me choose the first one. He showed me the one in the corner and said he liked it very much. I looked up at the past, and it was the "Scenery Never Appeared". When I went to pay for it, the one on the top was this one, Scenery Never Appeared. What flashed through my mind at that moment was the girl who leaned down from heaven to kiss the boy, the girl's white clothes and the boy's eyes as bright as stars. And, on that New Year's Eve night, you said to me at the window:
Long summer, kiss.
-long summer
That boy taught me to grow up.
Which girl taught me to love?
They once appeared in my life.
And then disappear.
However, I don't believe they are angels.
They are the most common boys and girls in the world.
So I've been waiting under the camphor tree.
Because I believe that they will come back one day
Come back to me and teach me to do more <; Summer solstice >
The alternation of shadows and shadows makes time fast. < The summer solstice has not yet arrived >
Laugh silently and then cry affectedly.
In the dream, many people are laughing, and their faces are full of bright happiness.
Fu Xiaosi leaned over the handlebars of the car, and there was noisy music in the headphones. A man inside has been humming a sentence that seems to be "They say nothing last for ever…… ...", which is like a vague gibberish in a dream, but accompanied by a loud accompaniment, like those who are playing flutes in a noisy railway station. They stood in the noise and blew the dusk into silence, the crowd into birds, the time into the past and the past into memories.
The whirring sound of the fan is getting louder and louder overhead. long summer feels that the temperature is still very hot. It should be autumn in October. It seems that the autumn tiger is very powerful regardless of the male and female.
One inch of time and one carat of diamonds.
Fu Xiaosi unlocked the bicycle and pushed out the carport. As soon as he stepped up, he looked up and saw the sky full of snow floating down. The pure white was extraordinarily quiet and soft in the dusk. In an instant, the whole Asakawa No.1 Middle School was too quiet to make a sound, leaving only the snow scattered all over the sky. Those goose feathers fell on the playground, on the grass, on the lake, on the horizontal bar, on the roof of the canteen, and on the red runway inch by inch. In a short time, Fu Xiaosi's hair was covered with snowflakes, which made his black hair look particularly glittering and translucent. Fu Xiaosi forgot to walk across the bike and looked up at the snow with relish. In the dark twilight, Fu Xiaosi's eyes became radiant, like the Polaris hanging forever behind the dark clouds.
Yellow leaves seem to roll up the hill in an instant, and the surrounding area of Asakawa begins to change color day by day, from dark green in midsummer to grass green in late summer, and then to light yellow in early autumn. Until now, yellow has surrounded the whole Asakawa No.1 Middle School.
Long summer stretched out his hand to close the window and stopped in the air. The snow outside the window filled every gap between heaven and earth covered long summer's eyes. Long summer slightly closed his eyes and saw the most perfect world. This is the first snow of 1995.
She looked back and saw that the light was not very sufficient in the hall. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang's eyes shone brightly, and they shone white like stars. Their faces are pious and full of longing, showing touching and respectful solemnity in the radian of raising their heads.
When I look out of the window again, winter is already deep. I don't have to run in the morning or go to physical education class. The snow never melted again. The dormitory is getting colder and colder, and Yingying's way of getting up now has changed from stretching one leg to showing one eye to feel the temperature. Lu Zhiang is completely in hibernation, sleeping 80% of the time in class. When you don't sleep, your eyes become dull. Say a word to him and he won't answer you for three minutes. Fu Xiaosi, on the other hand, looks very energetic in winter. long summer feels that he seems to have some sharp edges, especially in the cold climate in winter, like a sword with a front. Long summer still buys magazines with priests' columns in the library and newspaper hall at the school gate every month, and the priests' paintings begin to be full of snow. Large tracts of white are treated with sacred meaning.
When long summer opened the window, he found that the snow had begun to melt, and some trees had sprouted green buds.
She turned her head to say thank you to Fu Xiaosi, but her eyes fell on Fu Xiaosi's painting and she could never get it back.
In the first second, the smile solidified on the face. The weeds spread and covered the barren hillside.
In the second, the smile changed radian. Sorrow covers the face and the tide surges.
An expression takes a year, a smile takes another ten years, and a hug that looks rough but full of strength because of youth and inexperience takes a lifetime.
Standing there every day watching the sun rise and then setting blankly, the shadow becomes shorter and longer, the vegetation grows and then withers. This feeling ... should be very lonely?
When I asked him why he suddenly stopped studying, he replied with a smile, because he felt that life seemed very short and wanted to do something that made him happy, so he didn't want to study any more. At that time, I suddenly liked the way he spoke, smiling and full of courage. I always like brave and strong people, because such people live in the world, so they can stand tall.
Actually, birthdays are just one day in a year.
What a majestic power it is to sing with your whole life. Singing can really give people courage and make them brave, as long as the singer is full of strength.
Summer is almost over. A long sleepy, psychedelic summer.
Time turns into a red morning mist, and day and night are gradually divided equally.
I started my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with my eyes closed and my ears covered.
Cheer with tears in your eyes
Not seeing you means not seeing the whole world.
Darkness engulfs tens of billions of planets like the tide. Sunflowers are dying in large areas. Migratory birds were sent to the funeral in droves.
One after another, I can't see the heavy voyage.
Who waved with a straight face and then cut off from the world?
What is silent is your disappointment. And your pale side face.
In fact, the world never wakes up. It sleeps quietly under the neckline of your shirt.
A blink of an eye. The beard instantly pierces the skin of the lips. Youth is holding high the banner of hunting and catching the wind.
So you have grown up and become a king with a crown.
But I was at a loss to think that you were still a pale little prince.
They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will always be the fox who has been waiting for love.
When swallows return in a hurry with green in their hands in the coming year.
Do you still bow your head under Cinnamomum camphora like the summer when you were 17 years old?
Then meet me.
In that long, psychedelic, never-ending summer.
The whole summer is still normal, and there is nothing wrong with it. There are still many young boys and girls going swimming in droves, and the bright sunshine reflected from a large swimming pool, young smiles and sparkling coke with ice, and how much youthful love is produced in midsummer. The air conditioning in the whole city is still full, and people can even catch a cold in the cinema. The property uncle in the community still smiles brightly every day. All the time passes quietly. But what is it? Let this hot summer vacation with incandescent light become slow and lengthy, and climb over your eyelids with a drowsy heat.
There was a fire in my heart, so I rode my bike desperately. Cinnamomum camphora blurred into elongated green with raw edges and swished back from the side. Because all I could think about was the spectacular scene of beating that boy up and stepping on the ground to get rid of his hatred, but I didn't notice that I almost hit someone at the corner.
Fu Xiaosi even felt that after a long hibernation, he got up lazily and was weak all over. It seemed that it was still snow outside the window, but as soon as he opened his eyes, it would have been filariasis in August.
The world is silent, as quiet as water.
Lu Zhiang sat in the middle of the road, his legs bent and stretched out in front innocently because they were too long, and the sunset set behind him, with a layer of furry brilliance on his back. No vehicles have passed, no pedestrians, only the tall camphor trees on both sides of the road exude a strong smell of leaves. His head was lowered, and his hair covered his clear eyebrows, but he could still see a drop of water stains on the white cement road suddenly. Fu Xiaosi's heart suddenly ached for a while, because he heard Lu Zhiang's words, which were so light that there was almost no trace, in the crash of camphor tree leaves, in the rustling sound of the treetops like the tide, and in thousands of clear or vague voices. He said slowly with tears, "Little Si, in fact, I have seriously thought about how sad it will be to walk in the future."
The days just fade away one by one, with the unique silence before death, which is huge and powerless. The world suddenly turned into a brilliant fruit, but there was a worm in the kernel slowly eating away at it, biting the flesh of the stone bit by bit and gradually approaching the peel. Before the sharp break through the peel, the world was still shiny, and only the rustle of eating spread dully from the center of the world.
The setting sun hit her hair, slightly gray hair, and her back arched with some sour radians.
Fu Xiaosi closed his eyes, and then heard the wind that came and went freely above the high blue sky, and the wind passed through the past in a burst toward a more distant place. He thought that these sudden pains can only be healed by time. Will the fool who has just gone through such a pain become braver or more vulnerable?
Xiao Si once told me the story of an angel, but I forgot the details. But I still remember the story that everyone has an angel who always guards him/her. If this angel thinks that your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will become someone around you, maybe your friend, maybe your lover, maybe your parents, maybe a stranger you only met once. These people quietly appear in your life and spend a short period of happiness with you. Then you will have happy memories in your life. Even if your road is covered with snow and snow in the future, you can still remember the happy things and you can still be brave. So those who leave us silently are actually angels who have returned to heaven. For example, those friends who have left, strangers who have helped you, those who have loved the last separation, boys who have asked him for directions, classmates who have told you a nice joke to make you happy, singers who have sung a nice song to you, and writers who have written a good book are all kind angels. Maybe you will feel sad or lost for their disappearance for a while, and you will look around for where they have gone and what country they have arrived, but in the end, you will believe that they are living quietly and contentedly in a corner of this world. Then those lost and sad feelings will no longer exist, and time is the greatest healer.
And meet, meet is also an angel. Sometimes I feel that such a girl is strong enough to make people feel distressed. Walking with biting your teeth in the dark night, there are also snow, swamps, and recurring frightening nightmares. Many nights when I meet her, I will tell her what happened in the bar. For example, one day a guest suddenly sent her flowers and said that her singing was really good. She said that the boss gave her a salary increase this month because she was more and more popular with the guests, or that a boy came from a far-away city to listen to her singing, because his friend told him that there was a girl who could sing very well in Asakawa, which even made Qingtian a little jealous. She told me about her dream like a child describing the colorful candy in her glass bottle. She said that one day she would be popular all over China and become the most popular star in China. She wanted everyone to feel full of strength when she heard her songs. She wanted everyone who cried to be brave because of her songs, and she could continue the difficult and long road in the future. She wants everyone who is strong and kind to find warmth and courage in her songs when experiencing darkness and ugly humanity. When I meet and describe this to me, I always see some faint light emanating from her body, giving off a microwave halo in the night as thick as sea water, like fireflies on summer nights I have seen since childhood. And I also know that these faint lights will one day make the encounter gorgeous, and one day make the encounter become the most gorgeous swallowtail butterfly, shining in everyone's eyes.
In any case, cold is always hopeless.
Suddenly, there will be a gust of wind in my heart, blowing away all the past events from my heart.
A door separates a whole section of once brilliant and once brilliant youth.
Even if some words are difficult to say, rooted plants will rise from the ground. Those words are like another layer of skin that grows next to the skin, and they will be bloody and painful at the moment they are said. But I can't get around it. No matter how far you go, it's still like hitting a wall with a ghost, returning to the fork of fate in a thousand turns, the skylight disappears, and crows fly along the low altitude.
She silently counted the snowflakes, one by one. Later, all those snowflakes seemed to fall into the damp heart and melt into the loneliness that gradually bred.
Heavy snow covered the road. Young smile. Flying youth.
The park closed the door and everything returned to silent silence. Under the cover of heavy snow, everyone knows that fresh seeds are beginning to sprout. We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the snow is, no matter how long the winter is, we can't stop the return of warmth.
However, all people have forgotten that warmth and happiness, and the approaching of spring, can't stop the coming of the next winter.
But at least time is happy at this moment.
On Christmas Eve, there is always a white-bearded Santa Claus standing outside the window or climbing a tall chimney. No one will think that he is a thief.
On Christmas Eve, there is always a little match girl who lights up the light in her hand. In an instant, the whole world is bright and shines all ordinary and faint happiness.
On Christmas Eve, there is always a snowman standing quietly in a quiet corner where people can't get close to the noise, humming a song in the dark.
On Christmas Eve, there are always many balloons rising into the sky, rising higher and higher in the background of fireworks until they disappear.
There are always dazzling lights and steaming dinners on Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve, there are always many secrets creeping in my heart.
These are the reasons why the world seems happy at this moment.
We lost to fate's capricious palm and fell black and blue. Fell black and blue.
In the third second, the tears flooded the whole face like a tidal flood. Summer swept away from memory like a flood.
In the fourth second, long summer knew she was crying.
Long summer seemed to hear the sound of countless birds suddenly flying overhead, and the snowflakes fell in succession with the flowers.
Long summer looked up again and saw Fu Xiaosi's clear eyes, just like Polaris made long summer lose his mind for an instant.
If we hadn't met ten years ago. Whether we can never meet.
In the years when the fog was noisy in every corner of the city. Reed germinates in sequence and then dies gradually.
Wings hastily covered the sky. There's nothing left to say. Cast the shadow of the tide along the road.
Black hair dyed white. Snow is dyed black.
Dyed black during the day. The night is dyed white. The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white.
So I became your reflection.
Live forever in a completely different world from you.
Buried the morning twilight.
Buried a group of gorgeous swallowtail butterflies.
You are my dream.
March passed slowly, and long summer didn't ask again. Later, he became very cool. long summer thought, in fact, it doesn't matter who Fu Xiaosi is. He is still the punk who doesn't like to talk and has cataracts! Although he got the first place in the fine arts school, his face was clean and his clothes were bright, but his whole body was a feeling of being lazy and confusing, so long summer always felt that only gangsters were more suitable for him.
Long summer forgot how the conversation happened and how it ended that afternoon. long summer only remembered the smile he met, which was the cleanest smile long summer had ever seen since childhood, even cleaner than that of Fu Xiaosi Lu Zhiang. Perhaps it is the warm atmosphere of dusk that has brewed the silent furry warmth, making everything full of happy sweet and greasy fragrance.
I don't know. At that time, I just thought, I should always get familiar with you. Anyway, even if I leave after graduation, I will never meet each other again. Even if I can't remember each other's names when I see graduation photos later, however, I will meet my high school deskmate anyway. No matter what our circumstances are, we will meet all kinds of different people and have all kinds of different relationships with them. However, there are only 66 high school classmates in my life, while my high school deskmate will be in my life.
Long summer remembers the first time he opened the door for himself. He was really startled. When he opened the door, he saw a woman with dripping hair standing at the door and almost bit her tongue off and spit it out. I opened my mouth and wanted to scream, so I was met and covered my mouth. Then, long summer got used to it, and almost every night 1 1 half past ten, he went to help meet and open the door. When it rains, dry towels will be prepared. long summer always wonders why he doesn't like to carry an umbrella, but he is embarrassed to ask. Later, long summer would make a cup of hot milk and then sit at the desk until he met her. This habit lasted longer and longer and became a part of life.
The grass on the hillside has changed from yellow in winter to light green now, while the dark green has turned and swept up the treetops. And darker green spreads chapters on the trunk.
Then there is silence. Both of them stopped talking. Small company feels that there is grass in the neck that itches all the time, and it still itches after moving several times. He sighed and closed his eyes to the bright blue sky. Blood-red in my eyes, with a furry heat. The sunshine in spring is getting hotter every day. Thinking about it, I thought of Qinghai. I have seen the introduction on TV before, and the scenery there is particularly beautiful in spring. There is a sea of grass there. Travelers say that when a car crosses the mountains, people are often invisible for half a day, and then you will meet a large sea of flowers halfway. The whole sea of flowers is endless, filled with thousands of butterflies as big as the palm of your hand.
Some feelings used to haunt a corner of the world inadvertently. For example, I was worried about the whereabouts of kites, and suddenly there was a warm spring breeze. For example, I was just worried about the haze closing the sun, and suddenly I saw the sun shining. For example, I have been worried about the chemistry exam, and I just read all the last three big questions the night before when I stayed up late with my eyes closed. For example, when I was scared, and you just passed me. For example, I am afraid that the phoenix flowers will fall all over the floor, and suddenly summer seems to never end, and the sun is shining all over the world.
Spring passes quickly, and in an instant it rushes towards the end. When will summer come? By the end of summer, it will be a year in Asakawa, right?
Long summer turned over, as if remembering the words written by a poet before. He said, life is a year, and a year is a day. The sunrise and sunset are all your blank faces.
I feel much better in the morning. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, long summer opened the cupboard and took out the dessert, spring grass cake that my mother sent me yesterday. This is a specialty of Shimian County. In long summer, from snacks to big ones, every spring, the plant called Chuncao will flourish in all parts of Shimian County, and the whole Shimian County will become extraordinarily green, like green pigments suddenly flooding an entire county. Spring grass has a strong vitality. No matter how harsh the environment is, as long as spring comes, new seedlings will sprout. Long summer remembers that when she was a child, her mother said that if she grew up to be as strong as spring grass, she must be a very brave person.
At 7: 55, there are five minutes before class, six minutes by running from the apartment to the classroom, and four minutes by running like a 800-meter exam. long summer knows all this. So she met two people screaming from the upstairs of the apartment to the bottom, and met long summer's hand. Their smiles were like those delicate flowers in full bloom this spring, and the young girl's face had a dazzling and beautiful light.
Meeting and holding your hand, no matter where I am, I feel like running towards heaven. Do you believe it?
At the moment when long summer ran past Fu Xiaosi, a nerve suddenly broke deep in his chest, and his mind gaped blank. That familiar face could not bring any vivid narrative, so he just glanced at it hastily, even though he called a word of his name. However, what's the use? Long summer was met and pulled towards the front, and Fu Xiaosi Lu Zhiang was wearing a handsome side face. From the difficult opening at the beginning to the surprise and then to the silence, everything was like a familiar movie plot, and all the films that had been seen burned. At the moment of his word "Li" exit, it all burned to ashes.
Maybe it's kapok, it's quiet, or maybe it's magnolia with incomparable fragrance, or it's Cinnamomum camphora, which doesn't wither all year round overhead.
And in the gap between these things, Fu Xiaosi countless times to see long summer and meet smiling face, tone poking fun at exaggerated, with a girl's noisy and lively, and his side face quietly countless times after her side face, that time and time again the world is silent. And after a brief silence at that moment, the world was noisy again. So silence and noise, silence and noise, slowly back and forth like day and night.
..... Why do I need you to accompany me ... You go back to take a shower, covered in dust. It's really hard to be your mother.
It's hard to make my washing machine.
Lu Zhiang immediately smiled and said, Haha, I know you must be very touched to have such an excellent good brother as me. Don't say thank you. My kindness to my friends is well-known throughout the country!
The little gratitude that existed originally is gone now, and I don't want to pay attention to him after turning my eyes over. I don't know when I can get rid of this smelly fart character, and it has a good reputation all over the country. Is it necessary for the whole country to set up an archway for you?
Small company, sometimes always think, even if staying around you, even if it doesn't help, but at least tell you that you are not lonely, that's good. Whether you were a child or you are radiant now. I always feel that you have your own unique world, and no one can understand your language, so I am afraid that you will be lonely. I have a silly idea since I was a child, that is, two people are bored together, so it's not boring ... So until now, I always think, is he lonely now?
So when I occasionally see a sudden sakura rain on the streets of Japan in recent years, I always think, it's a pity that Fu Xiaosi is not here.
It should be a pity to see the beauty of the world alone without anyone sharing it.
I only remember shaking my head stupidly and vigorously, and then I saw that Fu Xiaosi finally smiled. In fact, our smile was particularly warm, not like the warm warmth of Lu Zhiang like the sunrise in spring, but like the furry sun that finally emerged from the thick clouds in winter. Because it is rare, it is even warmer. Moreover, his eyes became particularly clear in the night, and I seemed to see him on the stage again. The Polaris hung high in the sky, guiding the return of the North and never getting lost.