No matter who you are, you are always shy and happy at first, but you can't show it on your face. My first emotional experience was somewhat similar to the protagonist in Daisy. Having a crush on a flower, like a baby girl, develops from unconsciousness to consciousness. However, it is not as beautiful and exciting as in the movie! The hero in Daisy is a killer. In order to carry out his work, he lives in a house similar to a yacht. When he is free, he always likes to look at the distant scenery with a telescope. The heroine is a person who likes painting and often carries a drawing board to collect scenery in the wild. In this way, the beautiful image of girls drawing slowly enters the lens of boys. She is painting, but she doesn't know that she has become the most beautiful scenery in the eyes of the protagonist.
? Because he is a killer, he is always in danger, so this man still hides his love for this girl. Just, when you are free, see her more. Observing her every move, smiling and drinking with binoculars, laughing while thinking ... One day, after going out to sketch, the girl accidentally fell into the river while crossing the wooden bridge. The murderer saw it in the distance, ran desperately, found the girl's painting bag washed away by the current in the distance, and watched the distant sweetheart leave quietly. Later, because of fear, the girl wanted to draw her favorite daisy in a big circle. After the killer saw it, he silently built a wooden bridge on the river and hung the girl's lost painting bag on the stake ... The clever girl put a pair of her own works on the bridge to show her gratitude. ? Beautiful love, so began. After that, at 4: 45 pm every day (the time when the killer met the girl after the first successful killing), the killer would quietly walk into the girl's house, put a pot of daisy flowers planted by himself at the door, then say "flower" and quickly disappear from the girl's sight after opening the door. A small pot of chrysanthemums became the beginning of a girl's love.
I am a teacher, and I am in the classroom with my students all day. Therefore, compared with men in society, I meet more girls, and most of them are female teachers. I didn't express my love for girls with secret love. I like writing novels, essays, essays, and poems, but the main purpose of writing these is to express my feelings and record my own growth process. For example, "the tentacles that slip out":
If you want to ask me what is the beauty in my heart? I will say: just like her-beautiful figure, lovely smile, giving you an unforgettable impression like spring.
I like sunshine, like her bright spring, like her fiery summer, like the smiling face of apples she brings, like the comfort and relaxation in windless winter. The first time I saw her, I was deeply attracted by her charming temperament, so cute, so naive and so different, as if all the women I had seen before were so vulgar and ordinary. Her uniqueness is fully displayed in the conversation, without lazy platitudes and deliberate relaxation. Just a sweet smile and a faint reply left me not only with love, but also with love and nostalgia. At one time, except for her, I saw her in my mind, even in my dreams. In my dream, her elegance fascinated me, her delicacy reminded me, and her stubbornness impressed me deeply. So, I care about her, care about it deliberately, and want to see it almost all the time. Just like a little boy in love, my eyes will look at it from time to time, hoping that she will flash past my eyes, and my mind will imagine in advance what she will see me, whether she accidentally passes by or whether there is a little light in her eyes. ...
Today, in the corner of memory. I stopped again and she seemed to understand. What appeared in front of my eyes was the most beautiful maid painting in the Tang Dynasty-so real, so close-up, a beautiful face, quiet and lovely hair, the breath of youth, the longing for life in my eyes and the beautiful longing for the future. However, I didn't stay this time, because I am still me, and she is not her anymore. But in which time and space, I am still here! She's still here! !
? I like her silence, fairy-like temperament, which makes people fall in love at first sight. I like her enchanting charm, just like the passionate poet wrote "Water Lotus is not very cold and shy". I admire the way she looks at me. She looks like a girl, crystal clear, lovely and charming. I cherish the way she secretly looks at me. I want to see shame and treat God with my heart. No affectation, no tenderness, so real and lovely; I'm glad I like her-I really like her, and my heartfelt feelings have been released. I have no motivation to look for her in order to look for her, and there is no reason to be close because of beauty. This is just a simple resonance, the kind of mutual understanding and mutual telling that "although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn".
Actually, I'm in a period of ignorance, and I'm anxious. On the one hand, I want to get in touch with girls, on the other hand, I shrink back because of my weak economic foundation, and my feelings are severely depressed. Finally, I have no direction. I recorded the scene at that time with my heart and rain: I suddenly remembered the famous life saying of Xing Linzi, a poet in Taiwan Province Province: "Spring rain falls gently, there is no poetry, no wine, only the comfort of knowing each other." Yes, the departure of friends is the same, so is the departure of relatives, and the lost time will pass quietly and easily. I bid farewell to the years of sadness and tears, walked out of ten years of hard study and came to this noisy city, where there are red lights, green willows, pop music, picturesque lawns and street gardens ... In short, it seems that my dream has been met and my pursuit has been realized. Suddenly found that his heart lost a lot. Is it only through the work of leaving early and returning late, illusory surfing on the internet and noisy market shopping that we can find the freeze of life? Everything, invisibly fixed the trajectory of life, like a lonely bird, flew into the endless sea and could not find the harbor of life.
Next to the platform of the administrative center, a BMW parked, watching ragged beggars and ladies with brand-name packaging pass by. Like morning glory, a faint sadness spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, as if the chest was blocked by a stone, and the blocked person could not breathe. I am used to seeing people pushing and shoving in the seafood building in the city, watching the replacement of celebrity advertisements on both sides of the road, and listening to all kinds of pop music in the city. Suddenly, I seem to have lost something. ? Wandering heart!
This relationship, because I was immature and not ready to fall in love, eventually went with the wind, but now I think about it, my face is full of happiness.