It's a swaying begonia,
? This is a jar full of paper cranes.
I'm sorry I didn't see you off at last. I didn't see you running towards me from the shabby old building with a smile. I didn't see your cheeks that had just been smoked red by hot air. I didn't see your tight ponytail and a large back that was wet.
? I'm sorry to hear from others about you, and I haven't heard from you since.
I hate to admit it. I still remember the first meeting and my terrible first day of junior high school.
? I entered this class a whole week later than others. When I first came to report, I was like a timid rabbit, shivering in the animal world full of animals, because I was impressed that this was a disaster gathering place where I couldn't help but say "Yi". My arrival is like the first time that fresh meat and vegetables fall into the hot pot where soup is cooked. Boys look around openly, and girls secretly make fun of me. The strange environment made me feel at a loss, and my fear did not gradually decrease with time. I instinctively resist all foreign methods.
? Someone approached me and asked me, "What's your name?" I just opened the cover of the book with trembling fingers and pointed to three big black letters: "this."
? Sitting in the classroom, I am gregarious among many sleeping classmates, but unfortunately fate always tries to break your peace-physical education class.
I think this moment has finally come. Only isolated girls in primary schools will be unaccompanied in physical education class, and now this person has become me.
Even if I didn't arrive in a hurry until the bell rang, the lively atmosphere of people laughing and slapping around would soon highlight my loneliness. I silently huddled in the most neglected corner and endured loneliness alone, until you approached me like a dazzling light, leaned slightly like the cutest and most beautiful heroine in all pure comics, and said to me with a smile that killed me and all otaku, "Can we play together in the future?" Unfortunately, the story didn't go smoothly to the routine. Autistic, I don't have the courage to give you a clear smile like other girls, and then boldly declare: "Let's play together in the future!" " I just blushed in your expectant eyes and sighed quietly in my heart, quietly.
? I have never described you to anyone, just because you are really the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I don't know if anyone still describes girls as angels, but I want to, and only want to, describe you.
Your fair skin always seems to have its own light, your soft hair will glow and give off a natural fragrance, your soft skin always seems to have just the right pink blush, and your small fleshy nose is a pair of smart big eyes. When you smile, your eyes are full of happiness. Your light footsteps and sweet voice like a valley stream are more like the embodiment of an angel on earth.
? With such a smart appearance, you "harass" me again and again, looking at me with lovely eyes like squirrels. How can I stand it?
We soon became good friends who talked about everything. Every day in my boring life, I finally have the time to look forward to it-the bell rings. Sometimes you will come to me, sometimes I will come to you, and then we will have a break at each other's desks, and then we will be reluctant to part. Sometimes we will smile at each other tacitly and rush to the canteen. Our shadows under the kapok trees will be intertwined and stretched long and thin.
? Such a wonderful time seems to last forever. When it never ends, I never thought that someone would do all the above things instead of me.
She is surprisingly lively, and she always seems to be full of enthusiasm throughout the day. She is like a hateful third party in her feelings, and quickly took away your sight that belonged to me. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get it back. Ironically, she was about to enjoy the "emotional injury" alone, but she stopped dealing with us and became my "best friend" wholeheartedly.
I can't enjoy any joy, and your melancholy eyes soon became mosquito blood in my heart, wiped clean and itchy.
I finally gave up my armor in this battle of friendship, and I knew at that time that it was not like what the internet said: only love has a unique possessiveness, but friendship actually needs the same care.
? All realistic connections were only broken in the placement of junior three, and I suddenly regretted giving you up to her. I quickly got in touch with you online. Whether I am happy or miserable, I always want to tell you, but you always listen and never take the initiative to find me. I am not as patient as you are, and you are not as easily moved as I am. I finally can't help asking you: did you take the initiative to talk to someone? You are always honest, answer me: several times. Then why did you never come to me? Your reaction is naturally what I expected. How can you consider such a complicated question of friendship? How can I expect you to care about me as much as I care about you?
I haven't looked for you since. In the days when there is no contact at all, I often see you still as beautiful as an angel at the school gate. I can't help myself. I always want to keep up with a downhill slope, and then silently watch your slender figure swaying ponytail and disappearing into the sunset at the end of the road.
? Until you suddenly turned around, we finally walked side by side on this road where I have to look around every day. I just found that there are begonia flowers hanging down from the roadside, trembling slightly in the breeze and sunshine. After going down the mountain, you can see the sunset falling from the dense houses, and the blue curtain overhead is inlaid with large warm orange clouds. This is the scenery you will see every day. You can capture my happy mood with a bright smile as before, but I understand that the scenery we see is different after all.
? Even if your name is still quietly in a corner of my WeChat address book, I deeply understand that our friendship has finally come to an end, just in the sunny afternoon of Haitang blue sky.