I bid farewell to the hot summer vacation and entered junior high school with great expectation. The first time I saw him, I had a different kind of affection for him. This was my first move.
The young man has a thick knife-shaped eyebrow and a pair of deep and bright eyes under his long eyelashes. He is tall with a blue shoulder bag on his back. The sun shone through the window and he could clearly see his handsome outline.
He seems to have a magical power that affects my heart all the time. I found my sisters and sat on the green lawn with them in a circle.
Ignorant, I hid my face with my hands and looked shyly at my big sister: "Sister, I want to ask you ... what's it like to like someone?"
They say that if you like someone, when you see him, your heart will beat faster, you will fantasize that he likes you too every day, you will be in a daze at the thought of him, or you will unconsciously raise your mouth and even dream about him in your dreams.
I stood in the corridor, holding the railing with both hands and looking up at the blue sky on tiptoe. I've always wanted to get his attention. When he really notices me, my heart will beat faster. Is this the feeling of first love?
My heart is full of confusion. I don't know if I should confess to him. I know I have nothing extraordinary. So I stood out of his sight and stared at him affectionately. For a day or two, I made unrequited love a habit.
However, in the face of his sudden approach, the paper in my heart disappeared instantly, and my heart was all occupied by the sunshine from his whole body.
The teenager was riding a bicycle, his thin lips slightly parted, and he was close to me ... getting closer and closer ... Finally, he stopped in front of me: "Hi! You have been standing here for a long time. Do you want me to drive you? "
At that moment, I could hardly believe my ears. I avoided my shy eyes and blushed slightly: "that ... no, thank you."
His eyes were disappointed, but his face was a sunny smile: "Well, be careful yourself."
I looked at the back of him riding a bicycle and suddenly felt a little bored, regretting that I shouldn't refuse his companion. So the next day after school, I stood there again, expecting him to stop in front of me again.
Unexpectedly, he really stopped again: "You won't refuse me today, will you?" I didn't know what to say, so I got into the back seat shyly. The road is rough and the car is a little bumpy. Suddenly I bumped into something on the road. I put my arms around him in horror and quickly drew my hand back.
I looked up and saw his side face in the sun, and my mouth rose: "Let's associate!" " "
Since then, I will wait for him there every day, and he will stop in front of me with a smile every time. I sat in the back seat with my right arm around his waist and my head resting on his warm back.
I hope I can do this for the rest of my life. We studied the topic together, drew blackboard newspapers together, walked hand in hand under the osmanthus tree together, and did many, many happy things.
However, no matter how good the time is, it will eventually leave me. When we graduated from junior high school, he went to a big city to attend high school. I, for various reasons, can't go with him.
So we went to find a stranger.
I stood on the rough sea with my fingers clasped, listening to the sound of the sea wind, telling my simple secret love story and silently wishing him happiness.
When I think of those memories of youth, my heart is neither sorry nor sad. But calmly treat it as a beautiful encounter.
Today, times have changed. As an adult, I am no longer the naive and romantic little girl, and I no longer have the ugliest short hair as before.
All the bad things will eventually pass. However, the boy who rode me in the sun ... will never appear again.
Suddenly one day, I wanted to find his contact information on a whim and asked him how he was doing. I added his QQ with trepidation.
I don't know why, I haven't contacted him for many years, and now I will talk to him again. My heart is as chaotic, uneasy and full of anxiety as a weed.
I think he is as happy and sunny as before. When he said those words to me, my heart ached and he changed. It turns out that people will change when they grow up.
He seldom talks. I asked why. He said that he only talks to his girlfriend, and everyone else is the same. I didn't bother him again, and I didn't dare to bother him again.
Finally, in my contact, his name disappeared inexplicably, and he should have deleted me. I can't stop the bitterness and sadness in my heart. Maybe I shouldn't contact him again, and I won't get hurt again.
When I stand alone in the street every night, looking at the distant lights, my heart is extremely lonely. The dark sky has been dripping with cold rain, and the world seems to be still at this moment.
Looking back, watching the fire from the other bank, the Milky Way is long, the road is long, the cool breeze blows the skirts, and the walk on by flowers trees. No one knows the meaning of sadness. Listen to the wind blowing gently, listening to the rain falling, listening to melodious songs, listening to people's broken voices.
At the beginning, the teenager I loved, are you okay? Will you suddenly think of me at some point? What are you doing on the other side of the world? What would it be like if everything could be done all over again?
I will go through those places in the past and see all the bits and pieces. In front of my eyes, I saw my once naive self and the sunshine boy.
The wind and sand of the years and the change of time have made me forget his original appearance. I don't know why we finally become strangers, but we are not brave enough. Don't know how to cherish? Tired. Tired?
All this seems to be a beautiful dream, and in the end, I got nothing, just understand some truth. In fact, sometimes, giving up does not mean forgetting.
In spring, flowers bloom and flowers fall, and plants are abundant, but my heart is as cold and warm as the weather in winter. Autumn flowers withered and autumn leaves fell, and my heart began to touch that scene and recall that unforgettable past.
Youth is a kind of inexplicable sadness, which will eventually end. There are joys and sorrows on the road of life. Who is in the dead of night, drenched with cold drizzle, remembering the former people and weaving beautiful dreams?
Time is gone forever, and splendid time waits for no one. Many years later, one day people will be old and yellow. Life is long and short. What I can do now is to cherish the people around me, and don't wait until I lose it to know my regret.