A grey ky, like a piece of old cloth, pouring, the north wind roar, blowing the firt rain thi winter, aha vujacic, I do not know i a tear, or water, dizzy drop drop in the heart, the memorie...
That a bit green
Arrived at junior high chool, my uperiority i naturally, although jut a 13 year old kid, but long I made ix cla, ome of the thing to the cla and grade of thi early, ACTS a alo, SOB, but I don't know i that big tree, tend to be the jug, and a bunch of two good damned old clamate came to my dormitory, ue legendary weapon of China (bad torture), forced me to cla teaching, about how to quickly adapt to junior high chool of fat rhythm, watched a bunch of the "enemy" peak exually in the eye, but out, I like a wronged kannika nimtragol, nodded and agreed.
The next day in cla, I'm eight tep, with long tride podium, habitual glanced at below, ready to tart my long, at that moment, with a figure came into my eye, it' like watching the people of the vat deert uddenly aw a blue, pure thorn blind ball, her long hair and houlder, concie and clean the beam into a ponytail in the brain, a eat, ting yi, et on her petite body, appear very lovely, her kin fair-kinned in vain, now take the pen i quiet, I do not know to write omething on the paper, her left hand holding a mall reference book, and ometime go through, and in writing, like a broken-winged angel among u, every move, o pure and freh and free from vulgarity, find I'm watching her, he looked up and greeted me with polite mile, in a flah, heaven and earth, I the whole people of petrochemical, noebleed cro flow... (not my loer, can you imagine a cla only ten girl, there are nine wa a dinoaur? Thi i my firt impreion of her, the beauty, pure girl![由wwW.HaoZuoWen.com整理]
A peron' farewell
Not boring and plaintive wail the cicada, uch a the hortne of the bell a boring, I at in the claroom, one ide complain the damn weather, while holding a book to recruit to the wind, the Englih teacher plate with a quare face, hard to write omething on the blackboard. Becaue of hi hard, blackboard overburdened make noie, a if will fall down at any time, he uddenly topped, crazy to touch hi whole body, and finally from the pocket touch out a moke, have to find the fire began to crazy, then unhurried, vomit a rim of the eye, while low walked to the front of me "that, ahem, your name i little"? You're talented tudent in our cla, how to run four cla go? I will give you the head teacher called hello, move back in the afternoon." I yum-yum nodded hi head, eye and mind riking all the tar, how ah, thi i not the poacher naked? I there a law, the chool alo regardle of whether uch kind of thing? Although grumble, but people don't fought the officer, I have to clean up the old native land, like a defeated cock fighting, the lack of "day", big wind rutling xi xiao cold, h2 men gone of artitic conception, uddenly remind of ee after the godde of opportunity i le, o can think of and her to a farewell couldn't be better, I looked up to her place, only to find that I don't know what time i empty, the unhine of ummer afternoon oblique reflected on her dek and chair, then the gap, o quiet, the effect of a tear, I to the wave, mouth want to ay omething, only to find that he doe not know her name, o the tear, no longer open the floodgate...
Sometime, love a peron, jut a econd...
What kind of feeling
Later, I came to the cla 3, maybe not. Firt examination of what other reaon, and xu, my grade dropped out of the ten directly by the original econd, teacher in charge' diappointment, predictably, he looked at me, aid nothing, ighed, and went away... I don't care what the cla think, jut crazy about the new of the godde, then, I know her name, very literature and art, literature and art, mall duk, I repeated over and over again the name, in the heart rie a different feeling... Some ay thing here in the end, I alo thought the thing the end, all the like i not like thi? With no end to end, like a day farce, will eventually like a candle, burn, gradually... But, how can I undertand? God' will alway get a peron, a thing happened afterward, make originally tottering park, once again, burning...
Turned out to be brother
Time lowly through in my ighing, and jump forward, the twinkling of an eye, the new moon will become hitory, we face a econd divide into clae, but alo the entire junior high chool life lat divide into clae...
Exam finally in the pat, the hot air i adding to the inner anxiety, looking at the crowded before, I wa trying to dicern the banding form of every character, "mall, tudent number the flight: four of the tudent number:cla four, eeing thi, I can't hide the heart excited, if thi world and the fate, it will only count a a coincidence, murphy? Day in help me, I to piece, don't know what hi mind wa thinking, lift table and chair, and waved farewell to their clamate to get along for a year, but in the detination, all thought are turned to joy, unet mall till quiet itting there, the one without the wave in the eye, like nothing can impre her, I became quiet, deep breathing for a few tone, ure I won't drooling, put their own table and chair behind her, I picked up a book, and lowly took her a "hello, little, and we jut before and after the, after a lot of care" to I didn't think he than I am excited "? What? You are the little "? I aid to you, I have een you write article on the web, I alway love you..." Rumbled on in my head, I didn't hear what he aid, only one line of red character contantly flahing in mind, what? The original i a brother?
Brother cordiality long
If you don't know what i the ye, mall mu will tell you, he' the ye, no bottom line! He will bad miled and hugged her girlfriend, little girl, give the big ye mile. She can write ong, what price, what 'home, what kid ou have no deceit, he will be with a bunch of male clamate together crazy, together, will uddenly large font out from the ide of the road topped my way, to feather elder brother, brother chat with you, if I can have a chance to chooe, I think, I'll be devoting the ret of my life, let oneelf of life, contantly in the cycle of time... Perhap, that really i I thi life the happiet time of... Bored I tapped on the table, mind, mind wandering and uncontrained tyle, looking at the unet mall figure, unconciouly, the corner of the mouth up a radian, "ha, and the longing for love i not, ee, admire la on all flow to the ground" friend laughed at me and run away, I am helple with a wry mile, don't know how to take, but an idea uddenly jump into my mind, I made a bad, I don't really like mall duk, though he i very pretty, but I like thi type of how? I contantly ak myelf, but no matter how to alo could not give a atifactory anwer, in my mind, not conciouly emerge and mall mu together eem weaving, ince aw her one eye, repectively, a reunion, taoyuan worn, like an old old, ilent film, only the ound of the projector aha vujacic rotation, contantly pounding heart, bam, bam, bam, o h2, o h2...
Turn around, I wait for you
After hi own heart, I began to hard after her, he alway accept, too, that ometime let I creation illuion, I thought, he and I, can be together...
Remember once, a he didn't eat breakfat, then it in't noon hout dizzine, my heart ecretly pleaed, "thi i the brother of opportunity," but till pretend didn't ee anything, heard nothing, a if nothing ha occurredly to do their homework, the econd leon wa ecretly run out, bought a bag of nack in her dek "ee how good I am for you, remember to eat breakfat," aid everal people were le input in the cla, macked her open a bag of nack, and ent to the mouth, the ide vague aid, "what a trange, haven't een my clamate to end thing..."
I had done for her, maybe jut thi one thing worth to mention, but if you don't want to mention, perhap one more thing, alo will we end to the tranger thing...
Vaguely remember, it i a winter night, very cold, very cold... The north wind whitling, all will alo blow away the hutle and butle of people XiangGuYuan, hiding in front of the furnace hivering, I'm wearing a thick cotton-padded clothe, itting in the claroom, uch a ice all holding pen, bruh with exercie lime unceaingly, at thi moment, from behind a mall note, without bia or partiality fall on my dek, I trembling opened "today evening to" the dough into a ball and I throw on the ground, and take out a cellular phone, found that power ha it all, alo pend five cent to charge... Well, look at outide the loneome moonlight, I bullet, go! I took out a book and patted the little duk, "brother, mobile phone ue thi evening? I could borrow" he generou a wave of hi hand, "ave electricity ah, don't give me out." I have jumped out of the claroom, don't care what he aid...
Sitting in front of my computer creen, looking to begin in a mall red cell phone, a wry mile to haunt, I hook my head, to throw out ome unrealitic thought in mind, tart a buy night...
A thief in the morning, I do like to through the entry, avoid the guard and hidden the camera, through the wringer, returned to the claroom with two panda eye "it' o cold," I hit a chilling, but ee the hand of the mobile phone, in the heart ha a trange ecretly pleaed "ha ha, he will be praied me..." I had put the phone on her dek
Then the French big leep...
Sleepy, eem to hear the ound of the cheering her "ha ha, filled with electricity to" "yo ha, there are a lot of movie," "wow, there are novel," I miled to mile, can't tube the other, a head of inverted on the table, fell aleep...
Slept until breakfat time in the pat, the butling crowd to wake me from leep, mall mu itting in front of me, the beauty to the tifling face cloe to me, i a full face of tear, i not when I aked, he firt aked me "mall", the phone you download thoe do you want?" I aid, "no, you keep the look." She went on to ay "that I d." I haven't figure out what circumtance, then he barked, "mall", I told you, later don't touch my mobile phone!!!!" I completely tood there, turn round to ak a friend to go with me yeterday, "are you ing move her cell phone," "I he ya move her phone do" "I gra your mother, how did not move her angry" "you ak me what I know..."
There i no end reult
Later, I apologized to her, though I throughout don't know what i the reaon, he ignored me, only he wrote in a letter, o dependent on you, jut becaue you a a bromeo, don't try to walk into my life, don't let me down...
I wrote in the letter, tired, jut turn around, I have been waiting for you...
Later, our feeling have been our, our... Until one day, I tidy up the dek and chair, left behind her, oon heard again, another boy walked into her life, i our cla tudie very well, perhap that i the bet end-reult......
I looked out of the window, till in the falling rain, eem to have untold trouble, and I looked at the unet, he jut look back, I miled, he miled...