This is a post from inside Xiahe's blog:

Outside the window there was a teenager running in the dusk, welcoming the patches of the evening sun. The sunlight slanted on top of his head, and the curve of his cheeks looked extraordinarily exquisite because of the light

Exceptional, he was still wearing an innocent smile as he ran, and that image was an impossible to narrate innocence, as innocent as a scene of fantasy.

These people who have grown up often lament that today's children are precocious, but now I do not think so.... Think of yourself at that age when it is also that

What a taboo, full of curiosity about everything, curiosity makes the attempt to become brave naturally. Perhaps that bravery without right or wrong thinking is the embodiment of youth and

naive, many years later when this recklessness evolved into a calm, ignorance has become profound, the face of unfamiliar things more endless contradictions and worries

problems... Perhaps this is called maturity... Of course, because of maturity, people also become gradually weak.

It seems that maturity is a shell that is invulnerable to poison, and the only sword that opens this shell is simplicity.

I went over and looked into the child's eyes and saw the deer-like twinkle in his eyes. The child was obviously a little panicked, but didn't refuse to look at me

. I swear there was absolutely no evil desire within me at that moment, simply the desire to stand beside him, even if it was just so I could share a sliver of his

bright light. In that moment when he was looking up at the blue sky with his face in his hands.

He told me his name, his birthday, his campus. He told me that his dormitory and the distance of this grass is not far, his life hesitation and he has

had the summer light years, he thought about his ideal beliefs tomorrow, but said that today's self would rather temporarily choose to be lazy. I don't know how to answer

His variety, just silent smile and nodded to him to let him know that all this I understand

And then we went hand in hand to the wilderness to run, where he told me just gave me is his first kiss. I was a little shy for some reason, still smiling silently

I didn't tell him about my past, and subconsciously tried to hide it. Not intentionally... Just want to face him with the same blank heart

This, although a few days later he through various ways to understand the past he wanted to know. I didn't say much, just whispered in his ear,

"That's all in the past, but I won't deny that it was real and it was etched in my mind. I think you'll trust me more if I say that..."

In fact, his acquaintance is not at all like this, and I would like to lock the first encounter with him in an afternoon before dusk, there are flowers and green grass,

there are I and he quietly stared at, someday, if unfortunately, all of this is also far away from the time when we left the memory of the good.

What is the result of love? The result of love is the process of leaving their own memories.

The night of the vacation is no longer the only one in the room, lying on the bed we embrace each other.

He asked me if I was facing all this with a cherished mindset. I said softly, of course.

He asked me why I ran after him in the first place, and I didn't answer. I was so short of words that I only smiled and said - I don't know.

We talked many, many times those nights... I knew I was in love once again.

Although this budding love I was under pressure, perhaps I had carried too many hopes about love, inevitably I could see a distant

end. Or perhaps I am no longer young and naive, even when you take a person's first love is the need to use more sense of responsibility to bear this precious

.

But I didn't tell him that I had sent a message to someone far away after I met him

"The whole world knows that I've been waiting for you for a long time, but today I think I'm going to move on to tomorrow with the person I love.

Maybe I won't get another chance to take care of you, maybe that's not a regret for you or me.

These two years of wind and rain, is love, is hate, is forgotten... Thank you for letting me love you. Take care of yourself."