You and I are both lonely walkers. We met on a rainy day, then stopped under the same roof and propped up a rainless sky for each other with both hands.
That rainy day was foggy, the wind was cool, the snow was romantic and the frost was beautiful ... I met you in the most beautiful years.
The air is filled with the sound of flowers, rustling and warm.
On that day, Stephanie's first encounter, like an ancient chime, penetrated time and space and rang in my heart.
Dear deskmate, when I met you, you smiled brightly. A girl with long hair and a green bat shirt. The first day of junior high school. You said, hi. I looked up and said, hi.
In the days that followed, there was another you beside me.
I've been burying my head in my deep sea. I thought I was hopeless and the world abandoned me. I never laugh. I don't like to laugh. I can't laugh. I am ordinary, ordinary, like a grain of sand, in the mud, in the whirlpool, on the beach. I am always like a cactus, full of thorns. Refuse all the warmth, all the care.
-Until I met you.
You are lively and cheerful, and you love to laugh. You always don't mind my indifference, and you tell me jokes and interesting stories in class.
You are always warm and greet me every morning, which makes me feel the existence of this world.
Unveiled sadness is always easy to reveal to the closest people.
At that time, tears could not stop flowing down. ......
After all, 13 years old, I am fragile.
The plough of life goes deep through the land of youth.
You comforted me and stood by, and then you cried, too.
Later, I learned that your land is also covered with countless grasses that sting your soul, and there are countless ruthless brands in spring and summer. It's just that you have more strength and courage to meet life than I do.
Later, it was the most rebellious.
With your company, I am no longer lonely.
We have reached the crossroads of life.
On the day you left, the dew was still shining, poplars began to fall leaves, and teenagers were playing basketball on the playground. The sun brightened the sky, and the flashing blades stung each other's eyes.
You will also hang a blue paper crane in your heart. .....
Those days were like birds flying away, and they couldn't fly back as soon as it got dark.
Let's watch Zhouhe together. The waves are fading and the grass is growing on the other side. .....
The street lamps are floating in the red dust, and the poplars are beginning to shed their leaves again. . .
The smell of the night is getting stronger and stronger, and the memory of the past is stuck. . .
The breeze blows my hair. How can I miss her?