That year, I was a sophomore in a middle school in a small town.
There is a natural elm forest to the east of the playground. In the morning, I like to recite in the Woods alone. The elm leaves in May are shiny and watery, so rare that they can pinch water; The breeze can't read, but it tilts the pages politely; Birds can sing original songs freely. Nature is so harmonious, fresh and full of relaxed and vigorous breath. At this moment, he is like a Peking Opera actor floating off the stage, shaking off heavy clothes one by one, as light as white clouds floating in the sky. For a long time, this elm forest was my own territory.
However, that day, when I came to the Woods again, I found that I was late-a boy occupied my exclusive territory. He inadvertently looked up at me, smiled at me in the sun, and then continued to recite "river of no return, the waves are exhausted, the eternal romantic figures ..." It seems to be the owner here. I hesitated for a long time and decided to leave. Just a few steps away, I heard the boy shout, "Hi! Don't go, I'll go to the south of the forest, you go to the north, and we won't interfere with each other, okay? " I turned around to refute him: this is my territory. Is it your turn to arrange it? But my angry eyes collided with a pair of very clear eyes. Just listen to "plop", my resentment turned into a spring in my heart, and a clear wave of broken silver rippled around.
I obediently walked to the north of the forest and began to recite. But some are absent-minded. Finally, I couldn't help secretly looking back at that boy. He is tall and cool, and the silhouette on his face is very nice. He is wearing sportswear, sky blue, just like the blue sky. He must be afraid of influencing me, so his reading voice is obviously lower. His expression was so focused that I looked at it several times and he didn't notice it.
I'm a little disappointed. But from that day on, my heart suddenly felt inexplicable joy. My brain seems to suddenly begin to understand, and the math problems that were originally gobbledygook have become a lot easier, and my math scores have skyrocketed, making my teacher fall below the glasses.
Of course, the happiest time of the day is in the early morning. Boys wear sky blue sportswear as usual, in the south and I in the north. Don't talk, review separately. Sometimes when we meet on the road on campus, he will pass a smile across several classmates, which is familiar and tacit. My face will suddenly turn red and there is a deer jumping in my heart. Passing by. But, still don't talk.
In the dream, a shadow began to shake, sky blue. Sometimes in the sky, sometimes on the ground, but I can't see clearly. I began to feel that my skin was not white enough and my flowered shirt was not foreign enough. I even sneaked out of school one night and went to a street stall to pick out the braid rope. It's hard to decide. The red one is too bright, the green one is too vulgar and the yellow one is too tender. Finally, I chose two purple ribbons, feeling that purple has a mysterious and low-key beauty. On the way back to school, I tied the ribbon on my braid and tied it into two bows.
I wonder if he has noticed these two bows. However, these two bows danced for him on my waist-high braid until the cicada sang in July.
After the college entrance examination, the students are in high spirits, but I don't have much pleasure after the college entrance examination. I have a strong intuition in my heart that he is leaving me. In my heart, it is hard to give up! But who should I talk to?
I went to say goodbye to the elm forest and didn't see him; Dragging my luggage and standing at the school gate, I still didn't see him when I looked back at the campus for the last time. But when I arrived at the station, I suddenly saw the sky-blue figure crowded into a bus and the door closed instantly. Inner pain, suddenly hit. I turned my face and let tears fly, but stubbornly stopped looking at the car that had gone away.
I haven't heard from you since. I'm afraid I'll never see you again in my life. In this life, he only said one word to me on the first day we met. Just one word!
Those two purple ribbons have long been lost in the years. However, whenever cicadas sing, I always think of the sky-blue back. I will be in a daze for a while, and then go to the jewelry store to buy myself a beautiful hairpin or headdress.
Now, he should have entered the age of no doubt. Everything comes and goes. I hope he has a good life in his world. Thanks to him, I left the sky blue and the purest memory for my lush years as pure as water.
When the flowers bloom
Spring roamed freely for a cycle and finally came back in shock.
Flowers dream back under the provocation of spring, bloom in the agitation of spring, and spit out quietly in the smoky wind of spring.
Flowers, in bloom!
It's time to bloom again, as if waiting for 10 thousand years, just to meet you again in this season! However, dear, I have an appointment to spend my life with you. Now, where are you at large?
Did God change our meeting into another stop?
Are you the hustle and bustle of flowers, the loneliness of flowers, or the blue waves that don't bother you in spring? Are you a lonely girl in the corner, a gorgeous girl in the long street, or me in bud?
In this spring garden, I don't know, which one is my forget-me-not?
Are you a graceful peony, a prickly rose or a quiet lily? Are you a mimosa quietly looking for my radio waves, or an ivy quietly waiting for my way? Are you a cuckoo with a strong expression of love, or a calla lily by the window, staring at me quietly? Are you a simple dandelion, sending a message of love to the whole world looking for me, or a flytrap, waiting for me to fly into the whirlpool of your love? Are you a sunflower that only chased the sun and forgot to chase me, or is that fig hiding your love and making me miss it carelessly? Have you been hiding under my fence, waiting for me to look back occasionally, or epiphyllum, because I have that amazing charm, or water lily, sleeping for thousands of years?
Is it your lament that there can be a wisp of flowers in the air? Can there be many tears on the falling petals? Are you surrounded by bees and dancing with butterflies, or are you sad alone like me? Are you going to race this spring or float on the water in summer? Are you going to smile at the flowers in the autumn frost, or are you going to send me a gentle winter?
Are you a lotus in Baijie, an unruly plum blossom or a fragrant orchid? Do you think spring is too warm and flowers are too common? Do you think summer is too warm and lacks implicit beauty? Have you ever lamented that autumn is so sad that no one can depend on each other for company? Do you complain that winter is too solemn and there is no gentle smile?
When the flowers bloom, what do you think of is the silent accumulation in bud, or the incomparable joy when opening, or will it become a trace of sadness? Are you fragrant, or are you quietly storing up and becoming the most beautiful flower in the next spring?
A person, in the spring garden, can't see all the flowers, nor is it spring. When the flowers bloom, do you wander in other gardens? When the flowers bloom, do you remember our homecoming? When the flowers bloom, you are ecstatic and I am sad.
I am a flower, just for you to come to this world; I am a flower, just for you to appreciate; I am a flower that blooms for you when you are lonely. As long as there is love, I am willing to be your cactus, and I can give off a unique fragrance for you without paying too much attention; As long as there is love, I am willing to be a simple orchid and hang it quietly on the windowsill you pass by.
I have been looking forward to seeing you again on that Sunday afternoon in September.
When flowers bloom, you are not around; When the flowers fall, I am still standing on the branches of autumn, waiting for you devoutly.
My son, do you know?