Once there was such a teenager. He liked a girl. The teenager didn't stand out from the crowd and his performance was even worse. And that girl is in the class, he knows that there are many near-perfect boys around her. But he only fell silent, he consciously his own ordinary, only the results can make him outstanding, so the teenager is very serious study. Keep that watch in my heart. He also occasionally asks girls what they like and pretends to be casual. He will often go downstairs in the girl's dormitory, just for a moment, staring at the girl's grin. Time rushed, he could not catch up with the girl's footsteps, but he was obsessed with the novel, did not go through the college entrance examination and went to another high school to repeat. For her, in addition to knowing that she is a rare talented woman, the poor and ridiculous information is intertwined and miscellaneous, and only she is admitted to the Southeast University. And he was only a repeater at an unknown school. Juveniles know that all dreams have become a thing of the past. As far as he is concerned, there are more and more yesterdays and fewer and fewer tomorrows. Hope to gradually chaos, the road to desolate. On the eve of the third year of school, he became clear. It turned out that the dream had not yet reached the empty talk. He could also go to Nanjing. Thus, sweat became the only portrayal of the day. Every time tired and drowsy, the teenager always remembered the picture of the day and night.
He remembered that it was before the eleventh, and it was five or six days away from the holiday. The day after tomorrow was a sports meeting. The teenager participated in a 400-meter relay race. In the second class of the evening study, the boy arrived at the playground and trained with his companions. The playground was dimly lit. The swaying light was more like a fishing lamp that fell on the ocean in his eyes. A whining babbling sound. The relay spent the last 20 meters in the sprint. The teenager did not see the figure in front of him and he crashed heavily. Immediately afterwards, half of the half-sobbed girls snored. He was in a hurry. He had a very harsh sense of responsibility. He was a little cowardly. The teenager leaned down and asked the girl about the injury. Then she took the girl up and went to the doctor's office. This is how he met her. She was with the injured girl. He was like a child who was doing something wrong. He put ice on her hand and squeezed his clothing tightly. He did not dare to look up at the girl who was smiling and looking at him. She had near-perfect features and black hair. The shoulders of short hair set off the face of the nine-day mysterious girl. He admits that her eyes are glittering like the star in the darkness, and it is like a jewel that has been untold for thousands of years. Or is it profitable and refreshing? That night, the weather was not hot, and he sweated like a patience for the summer heat. He first knew the girl's name. She laughed at his old-fashioned drowsy, he was obsessed with her snow and ice temperament. For a long time. When returning to the dormitory, the companion smiled and asked him how he felt with the girl. He only smiled and laughed silently for a moment. I did not like her. The companion patted him on the shoulder with a smile and teased, "It's what you like and what you use. You don't deserve her." The boy grinned and laughed, stopped talking, and silent all night. The night is also quiet.
Afterwards, she happened to meet him on campus and she picked up a slender squeak. She swayed with her right hand and said, "Hi." And he has a surprisingly low self-esteem. He does not speak. Just head down in silence and flashed past him. He only understands what it means to be scared. That is not to describe elegance. Just mocking his helplessness. His poorness, his inferiority.
Days passed by. Close to the college entrance examination. The teenager pulled out a diary a year ago and watched her bit by bit. The teenager loves to walk alone on campus after dinner. He is eager to find traces of her past in her obsession. Her back is gradually faded out of his memory. However, he is increasingly wedged into the depths of his heart.
When the college entrance examination was concluded, he lost his youth, but it is still correct to say that he could have gone to a relatively good school in other provinces. However, he resolutely chose the police academy in the province. The external reason is nothing more than that the police academy is an iron-clad rice bowl. Then he laughed and said that he likes plainness, does not want to be a business, and does not have the ability to teach and educate people. Only he himself knows the reason for the choice. Nanjing is the city that you think about yourself.
The summer vacation was desperate. The teenager turned to look at her journal. The diary started five years ago and she graduated from the college entrance examination. She changed her account as she once said she wanted a new beginning.
He still remembered his stupid young student posing as a foreign school, added her good friend, spoke freely, laughed at her inadvertently, and made a nickname for herself to call her the devil, but she was naughty. The masterpiece of martial arts in the Qingyun Clouds is the real swordsman to the boy. As if shaking his head and laughing: "I shook my head like Mars hit the earth." Later, he also earnestly convinced him to say: "Can not eat fruit at night, be careful with the stones." He would say with a smile that does not matter, and then very well-behaved will eat Half of the apples are thrown into the trash. They agreed to go to Inner Mongolia and go to Tibet together. Going to the ocean together. Of course, these are all empty talks. The teenager does not know how to fall in love. He only sticks to the girl like a ridiculous gummy and communicates with each other less and less. At the end, she looks like a broken kite and disappears into his sights. Never dared to personally admit that he always liked her.
Later, he tried every possible way to search for her trails, and she looked like she was missing and disappeared. Eventually, by chance, he watched her. She was holding a delicate young boy in the sunshine. He recognized her smile at a glance, and a rose bloomed on the face of the girl. He passed by her. He really wanted to say hello and say hello, but everything turned to his mouth and became a silent whirl. For the first time, he realized that the heart was like a knife, mixed feelings, the time will be mixed with each other's story into a poem , and then smashed. He was eager to recognize with her, and feared that the atmosphere was too embarrassing and the girl was injured. Only he seems to have forgotten that from the very beginning he was the one who suffered the most.
He gradually realized the long path of life. Meeting is just a moment, and the back of each other becomes eternal after meeting each other. He is willing to go all the way along this way. He seems to know that life is not poetry, because it is too plain, life is not a dream, because it is too real, life is not chess, because it never comes back. Life is like a blank sheet of time, full, yellowed, no matter how reluctant it is. It will eventually be put down.
In the coming September, the teenager will hold an admission notice, drag the box back and wave his sleeves, fight back tears and bid farewell to the sending parents. Embark on a journey to school. Slowly learning the road, do not know who he will meet, who will become a miracle in his life during the 10,000 encounters in life, all of which will not be informed. He only remembered that October when he met her and became a dusty memory.
The love in the world is more dependent on fate. Tour clouds, clear water at sunrise. The lines of life have long been sketched out, and the boat trips a thousand miles away, knowing the vastness of rivers and rivers, and floating and floating. But there are always one or two beautiful tricks that begin with accidents and end with dreams.
One poet said it is good, and the elapse of years is not to say anything. It is also very rejoicing. The true meaning of life is not how much joy and sadness you have experienced. The most precious thing about people who read it is the plainness of life. It is impermanent. Is willing to.
Unfortunately, he could not bear to.
The teenager thought that he would meet each other in the future, perhaps he would be generous with her. Because he knows that there may be smoke in the world, there is compassion, there is bitterness, there is despicable, there is plaintive, if he still has love, everything is still so beautiful.
At least, he always liked her.