Ink is not inkstone, and I have thanked you

Tears floated in the wind and turned into a letter, recording the past for me, reading the yellowed thoughts that could not be sent, and permeating the restless memories in the rain —- inscription by the young man who was alone in the morning and caught the wind in the distance, there was a trace of sadness left on his flawless cheek, looking at the sky chasing kites quietly. Who was worrying about who? This period of time you gave, because you have no regrets, so you have no hesitation. If you have a chance to meet each other, please remember to say goodbye to me when you turn around! (1) The curtain starts slowly. The sunshine is just right. You said, the sunshine is sunny, the fleeting time is lonely, and we just meet each other. The morning sun shone on the desk through the window, mottled the ink on the textbook. I frowned, threw down my pen, and extended my sight along the vein of sunshine. What broke into my eyelids was a sleeping side face, breathing gently, all of a sudden, I really want to guard the silence as deep as night, stunned, looking at the light to outline your perfect face, I can’t help writing a pen, and there are four words on the paper: warm and cool as jade. You wake up quietly when you don’t have time to take back the sight of exploration. Your eyes overlap. You are shocked. Only for a moment, you will determine the radian of the corners of your mouth. Your eyes have the purity and cleanness that I can’t say, like a newborn baby, it makes people feel pitiful and lazy to get up, leaving me only the natural and unrestrained back at the end of the sunshine, your casual smile, eternal years. (Ii) misty and rainy, which coincides with the fleeting year, you said, it is worth nine days of rain. The child who had been used to the weather here was temperamental. Looking at the continuous autumn rain outside the curtain, he couldn’t help sighing and smiling bitterly. Fortunately, his roommate told him to bring an umbrella, tidy up books and stand at the door of the library before going out, looking at the ripples caused by raindrops around my feet, I like to walk into the rain and fog quietly and feel the artistic conception given by God. When you appear, I am holding an umbrella and preparing to leave. You say, classmate, is it convenient to give me a ride? I looked up, indulged in your slightly hoarse voice, and couldn’t help sighing: The world is really small, and you always let me off guard. I smiled and passed the umbrella to you. It was the first time to get along with a boy in such a way. I lowered my head and remained silent. You were wearing a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, once my younger brother wanted me to buy a pair for him, but I thought he couldn’t control this pair of shoes. Now it seems that you look so natural wearing this pair of shoes, as if he made it for you, what I didn’t find was that along the road you took, I didn’t step into a puddle, and my coat was not wet at all, which was much better than my own umbrella. Finally, you sent me back to the dormitory, and the umbrella was left to you. You smiled gently and said, thank you. I looked at your far-away back with a red face, which seemed harmonious and warm in the gray sky no matter how I looked. I didn’t tell you that under the purple umbrella in your hand, filled with my dreams and woven fairy tales. (3) hold a handful of Moonlight. You can say that Moonlight has temperature and life also has heat, so don’t be afraid. You will never be alone. That night, I lost my loved ones; That night, you came slowly through the moonlight, like an angel falling into the earth. You walked on the quiet Bluestone Road on campus with a guitar. At night, quiet makes people feel distressed. I huddled up on the wooden chair beside the road, hiding in the shadow of the tree. I knew that I must be like a clown at this moment, with red and swollen eyes and tears on my face, the intermittent sobs seemed so abrupt. You stood on my left and handed me a handkerchief. I looked up. Was it my fault? There was some tenderness and indulgence in your clear eyes? I didn’t pick it up. I buried my head on my knees and felt I was sitting in front of me with you, Your voice is quiet and low, you say, girl, it seems that this is not the first time we meet! You stroked my hair, I raised my head, and you wiped the wet tears on my face carefully. Under the moonlight, you were like an elf without any dust, and the cold light hit your face and shoulder, I look. In a flash, I felt the world was silent and my heart was quiet; Then, I leaned on the wooden chair casually and looked at the cold half-string Moon. You said, remember, this is the temperature of Moonlight, even in the dark night, life is warm. No matter what grievances or difficulties you encounter, you must be strong. Tears are only suitable for the weak. I still think smiles are more suitable for you, you sent it to me with the moonlight in your hand, which was sincerely irresistible. At that moment, you were the Angel of the moon in your heart. You should have just finished the class. I didn’t say anything. Seeing you take off the guitar, you ER, the clear string sound like a mountain spring flowed into your heart. A wound in your heart seemed to heal slowly, after a long time, I realized that under the lonely moonlight, the song played by the angelic boy was called “City of the Sky”. I think this is also a long time in the future and even now, the reason why I am paranoid about guitar and crazy about the city of sky with wooden guitar version! (4) If you don’t come, how dare I leave? I often ask myself: you have never said goodbye to me, then can I humbly think that there is still a chance to meet again? One day, locust flowers were fragrant, warm and gentle, suitable for encounter, but vaguely rendered the atmosphere of parting. Running out of the library with a pile of books in my arms, I kept complaining about the abnormal papers assigned by the teacher in my heart, so when I bumped into others, my brain crashed for several seconds, and in a trance, there was a kind of mint scent breaking into my nose, very comfortable, I just had to lower my head to pick up the book, but I forgot to look up to see who was hitting. When I took the book you handed me, I lowered my head and said, “sorry, thank you, thank you for patting my head gently and saying, girl, why are you so reckless? I will see the road in the future. I raised my head and smiled foolishly. It’s not an illusion. It’s really you! My companions urged you to leave. I vaguely heard that you were going to pick up files. Standing there, I couldn’t move. There were repeated files, files and files in my mind? Are you leaving? Will I never see you again in this school? I ran out of the library and wanted to stop you from asking if you really wanted to leave, but I could only hold a book and stay there, watching you gradually disappear in my pupil, the book in your arms also includes the temperature of your fingertips and the faint fragrance of mint; You wore a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans that day, and your feet were still those black and white Nike sneakers. You looked so dazzling under the sun, when the breeze came, my hair danced mischievously. At that time, I just wanted to write down four sentences: a gentleman is as warm as jade, the breeze winds around the green silk, and the evil hooks smile on his lips, and the whole garden spring is dim. (V) taking photos after years can’t afford the waste of time. I like to walk alone on the secluded Bluestone Road on campus in a quiet night and ask the moon if you are living well now, will you still remember me? Since then, I have never seen you again. There is no library, no self-study room, no basketball court, no fat Bluestone Road. I still like to hang out on campus with umbrellas when it rains, but I still haven’t seen you. I didn’t tell you. I miss you. I really want! I miss you baby-like pure eyes, you miss your smile on the corners of your mouth, you miss you call me girl in a low voice. I have never told anyone why I don’t reject basketball any more suddenly, and I like to watch the running Genie on the basketball court quietly: dribble, dribble and three-step basket. The last time I saw you was on the basketball court, and you were invited to participate in the fellowship match, but when I arrived, the game was over. I had never seen you playing basketball, but I finally missed it. I almost found you from the crowd at a glance. You talked to me and my companions with your back, I am more mature and handsome than before. I want to say hello to you, lift my feet and take it back again. My body is drained and leaned on the poplar tree on the roadside like oxygen, there is a blue figure beside you. She holds your mug in her hand and your light gray coat in her arms. Maybe even you haven’t found it, you see her unspeakable spoil and tenderness in her eyes watching you get on the bus and leave, I slowly slide down the trunk, squatting on the roadside, You Once Said smile is more suitable for me, but I finally cried. Between us, it seems that you are always leaving and I am waiting for you. So what I see is always your invisible back from clear to vague, I think it will be the last time, from now on, even to see you The back will become a luxurious thing (VI) youth has passed away, and there are too many memories talking in the heart almost every girl has ever cared about a person and paid close attention to him in adolescence, he secretly liked it sweetly and sadly. In his memory, he could be a classmate, a friend, a neighbor, or even a stranger who didn’t know his name. Maybe many years later, his face had been worn out in her mind, but every time he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him would be the warm faint smile around his mouth, the person’s mint-like cool breath will drift across the nose in a trance. After years, maybe even I can’t tell whether I fell in love with that handsome young boy or that beautiful time. On the bookmark of that time, perhaps there is only a pair of clear eyes, a deep figure and a pleasant voice left. In fact, what time erases is only memory, while what is eternal is that the heart is not willing to be infatuated and sentimentally attached. Grinding inkstone, writing, silent pain hit me, memory was blank for a moment, and it turned out that the tea was already gone, but I was still sinking in it and didn’t wake up. Since when did our world begin to be strange? But now I am willing to turn into a meteor, passing through your dream

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