rest of life 22

Why am I afraid to face it? I think there is a reason for this.Just like what Han Hongyu asked me to do, the result was unbearable.

It was that morning, that deserted, shivering morning, five minutes after I had gone to deliver the letter I hadn't expected anything from.A very embarrassing farce was staged, which made people feel ashamed.Although it is not directly related to me, it has a lot to do with me after all.

She took the letter, walked to the door of our class, and read the letter aloud.If it is a very beautiful piece of writing, then the person who wrote this letter should be able to bear it, and if he is thick-skinned, he can be even more complacent.However, that is indeed not enough for a beautiful evaluation, even the most basic evaluation of fluent words is not enough.But she is a rare reciter. Her reciting voice is full of emotion, which can attract the attention of the audience as much as possible, draw their consciousness out of the extremely boring books, and let their hearts follow her The ups and downs of their voices make them both fun and entertaining.

"Honey, I love you! It's like the moon loves the sun, like an ant loves Mount Tai. You are like a white swan in the sky, I am willing to be a toad who looks up to you. I love you in a Beautiful moment. Your eyes shining like a star make my heart move. The beauty mole on the corner of your mouth is like flowers dotted in the mountains. Your every move makes me obsessed. I love everything about you, your eyes , your mouth, your butt, your everything. I look forward to spending time with you, I look forward to future romance. It's like Xu Zhimo loves Lu Xiaoman, but we are in a better time, no' I hate to meet the embarrassing situation when I was not married, only our love! I want to have children with you, I want to stay with you, and watch the sunrise and sunset. Promise me, be my lover, in this beautiful Moment! Ah, heaven and earth, there are only you and me. Only I will love you forever! To, my love, Wang Fang." She read it aloud, not at all timid because of the sour content of the letter.She is such a heroine.She was standing at the door of our classroom, staring at him who was motionless and stunned, my buddy who was always fearless, Han Hongyu.I wondered how she could recognize those messy words.I was also very surprised, because this is a very good love letter to Han Hongyu. Although the words are very sour, some words are not appropriate, and it is very unrealistic, but it is indeed a bit Literary.It is barely manageable.He finally accepted my suggestion.He must have been preparing for the whole night. After all, judging by his usual appearance, he would never be able to write such a thing.However, the result is still difficult to meet expectations, and it is a bit out of control.

"Han Hongyu, tell me, what do you mean by this?" She asked him aggressively and loudly.I hid in a corner, feeling agitated in my heart, for fear that she would drag me out, so how should I face it.I was also worried about the situation of my buddy, but there was nothing I could do.I began to seriously doubt whether I should help him and whether my behavior was shameful enough.This is indeed a moral issue.But it happens that it is the easiest to get people into it, and they never get tired of it.

"I...I said it all in my letter! I...I want you to be my girlfriend." He said hesitantly.It didn't have the usual arrogant attitude at all, just like a kitten, with cute little eyes, waiting for the owner's love and affection.I was thinking, maybe this is the power of love!Otherwise, what could change a person so thoroughly.However, with this situation, he is more likely to be frightened.After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to remain calm in this sudden storm.

"What do you say you don't study hard? You just think about these messes on weekdays. I don't care about you, but don't bother me. Do you think it's fun? Do you think it's romantic? Shit!" She said loudly, Almost screaming.I don't understand why she has such a big reaction, and I still don't understand why she wants to publicize it, because for a girl, this is something that should not be solved on the bright side, let alone Everyone knows the trouble.

She cried at the last moment of leaving.She is a girl after all.However, I couldn't understand it even more, because this is indeed a matter of great contrast.It can only be summed up in one word.I suddenly felt that what the predecessors said was very reasonable, "If you keep cutting, the reasoning will still be chaotic."In the end, I could only feel sorry for myself.

He sat on the seat blankly, his face flushed, his hands clenched tightly, and his whole body trembling.I don't know if it was because I was scared, or because I was sad because I lost my beloved.I didn't stay to comfort him, I just patted him on the shoulder and walked away.This kind of thing needs him to digest slowly.After all, I'm still an inexperienced teenager in this area.Although, our age can indeed be called a teenager.

Teenage love.It's taboo, at least in our time, in the area we live in.This is indeed a very tangled question. Should a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child fall in love? I remember a friend of mine once teased with vulgar words, "Such an old child can't get hard. What a fucking love affair!" His name was Xu Qingyu, and he always spoke like this.This is indeed a reason, and sexual ability does affect this kind of social relationship related to sex.However, falling in love is not only about sex, but also a kind of closeness between feelings and feelings.If you look at it from this perspective, wouldn't children's love be more straightforward and pure?

Is love for marriage, for living together in the future?I think this is indeed the most direct and legitimate purpose of love.However, if only from this aspect, then children's love is indeed unnecessary.But is it so?I don't like this kind of life, and I don't agree with such a statement.Humans are emotional animals.The love of teenagers is exactly the moment when emotions erupt.At the very least, it is the most direct expression of your inner needs.If we say that everything has its natural laws, this is nature.

The two of them ended without a problem like that, without a start, let alone any result.Moreover, there is no aesthetic feeling that love should have. What is there is only bitter and noisy.There is a saying that where there is oppression, there is resistance, and it seems to be the same with falling in love.In that era when love was strictly prohibited, in that area, in that school, there was always a love affair that was either explicit or dark, but it was all exciting love going on, and at the same time, it was ending.It seems to be resisting all kinds of ruthless restrictions, as if using the most natural way to release the temperament that life should have.In comparison, I seem to succumb to fate a little bit, struggling in various rules and regulations, even if I have envy for that natural character, but after all, I do nothing.This is indeed a very sad thing.

"Hey! The three of us will write a poem together. Learn from Cao Zhi and make an n-step poem." I suggested.Liu Ming and Zhao Zijun walked on the left and right of me.The three of us hooked our shoulders, slung our backs, and walked leisurely on the way back to the classroom.

"Yo! That's right, that's good. Come on, let's start first, the three of us come and sing one." Zhao Zijun responded with a strange tone of yin and yang.He is black and thin, of medium height, and walks with an exaggerated figure-of-eight gait.He has an ultra-short crew cut, big eyes with double eyelids, and looks piercing.However, when he smiled, he was very obscene, with a bit of a wicked feeling, although he himself was indeed a very serious person.

"That's right, third brother, come on, let's compose a poem to the peach tree in the garden in front of us. You come first, second child next, and me last." Liu Ming responded with a smile.he is

The oldest among the three of us, he is the boss, Zhao Zijun is the second, and I am the younger brother.One of them is darker than the other, probably because they have been exposed to too much sun since they were young.Brown skin, strong body, over 1.8 meters tall, plus a head that is round and big enough, if there are more sideburns, Zhang Fei is alive and well.Playing basketball on weekdays, he is always rampant, and we are always helpless.He can only let him rush under the basket wantonly and gently push the ball in.However, although he is very strong, his mind is delicate enough, and he is also an infatuated man, so it is inevitable to use this to tease him on weekdays.

"Okay, then I'll start first! Listen clearly, if you can't catch it, you will be fined. Well, how about it, if you can't catch it, then you have to be my mount for a day. Do you have any opinions? "After all, I am leading this poetry game, so naturally I need to promulgate some regulations on rewards and punishments.Of course, I will definitely not fail to connect, and they also agree with this point.After all, I have always claimed to be a nerd, and it is naturally not a problem to deal with a poem casually.They both nodded, agreeing with my setting.So, this short but very interesting game began.

"Listen well, the first sentence, a peach tree blooms in May." I said casually.

"Planted in a peach tree orchard." Zhao Zijun thought for a while, then read in his classic tone.

"Flowers always accompany spring." Liu Ming continued.I'm pretty sure it's definitely the best line he's ever written.

"The flowers fall and the fragrance returns to the swallow mud." I made a conclusion.It's really a good poem, at least it's the most elegant and most agreeable poem that the three of us have collaborated on.

"A peach tree blooms in May, and a peach tree is planted in the orchard. The flowers always accompany the spring, and the fragrance of the flowers returns to the swallow mud. Haha, good poems, good poems!" The three of us recited this poem in unison. Newly released works, at the end they all commented on their own poems in a strange tone.

The penalty I set was of no use in the end.It was a lot of fun, though, and the poem is definitely the most elegant we've ever worked together.The poems before and after this are mostly "a tree in front of the door, and a group of crows on the tree. Chirping and screaming, whose house is the dream." Raise your head and make a thousand layers of waves." Wait for such a poem.And they finally stopped when they answered a sentence, so Liu Ming's muscular body became my ride.It's just that when I climbed up, he ran wildly. Under the bumps, I was the one who couldn't bear the frightening feeling, and destroyed the original punishment by myself.

I was very active and very playful.In addition to the literary and formal, it is naturally necessary to do something with a bit of violent aesthetics.For example, boxing.Of course, this way of boxing is very irregular, and we ourselves don't know the rules of boxing at all, we just know that we can't use our feet and legs.As for the upper body, arms, and hands, they can move freely, and sometimes they are matched with the moves of peerless masters in TV dramas, which is much more beautiful.

I have practiced.This is not my boast.Back then, when I was seven or eight years old, I would do push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and punches every day, but I didn’t last long, maybe a few months!Of course, I did these not because of any martial arts dream, nor because I like to do them, but because I have always been weak, my father asked me to do these to exercise my body out of desperation.But he only supervised me for a short period of time, and I really only exercised in this way during the few months he supervised.Then it was forgotten and forgotten.However, such exercise is still useful, for example, my boxing speed is extremely fast.It is said that Bruce Lee can punch eight punches in one second. I am not as good as him, but four or five punches in a second is fine.And the advantage of this is that in that kind of personal boxing communication without rules, I can easily hit others, but it is difficult for them to hit me.

There is a saying that if a person likes something, he will do it well, and if a person can do a thing well, he will like it even more.This makes perfect sense.I like this kind of boxing very much, not because I am really obsessed with it, but because I can surpass many people, I can fight well, and I can get the feeling of winning in it.Therefore, every day after school, we will do this healthy thing in the corridor.

In doing this, I really like Li Qiyu.He is a very good person, at least when it comes to doing this with me, he is very serious and unyielding.Every time, I forced him to curl up in a corner of the classroom, and after a long time, he actually developed the ability to be beaten.Of course, my strikes won't be heavy, and the points I can strike are all where the muscles of the human body are thickest.After all, someone like me who has never even fought before absolutely does not want to hurt anyone, and he cannot hurt anyone.I remember that every time when the conflict with others comes to the point of fighting, I always think about which part of him should I hit? In the end, because I really can’t think of where to fight or how to do it. Keep out of trouble that I can't bear, and this raging fight will end without a problem.And his ability to be beaten naturally does not mean that his ability to resist blows has improved. After all, I didn't really hit him.It's just that he has the consciousness to be able to take the initiative to put out the extremely thick part of his body to bear my fist when my fist hits it.I say he is an excellent person, not because he can play with me, nor because he has the ability to be beaten, but because he is indeed excellent.His back is a bit bent, his hair is messy, there is a row of small and neat beards on his mouth, and his teeth are not neat enough, but he smiles with a sense of joy.When he walks, he always likes to put his hands behind his back, striding forward, staggering, just like an old man.His speech is also very characteristic.Every time before speaking, I always "um, ah" for a long time, and then I got to the point.It was as if he was giving an ill-prepared speech. I think he might have been influenced by the speaking style of those "veteran cadres" in TV dramas.How can I describe his learning!This is really a difficult question, because if I give him a bad evaluation, then I, as his good friend, would be really embarrassed.But he is indeed the kind of person I often make jokes about: Although he is holding a book, his mind doesn't know where he is going, although he is walking back and forth, staring at the book and wriggling his mouth, but he can't hear what he is saying at all. What you are reading is like a student who is chanting scriptures.Yes, he is.On weekdays, he likes to say things like "Zhihu Zheye", just like Kong Yiji in Mr. Lu Xun's works. Of course, he just talks like Kong Yiji.However, he is indeed the kind of person who knows nothing. Yes, this is really a word that I am very reluctant to use to evaluate him, but I have to use it, because it is the only word that can describe him.He is a very contradictory person.But it also makes him more interesting.He likes opera. When we are not in class, we often encourage him to improvise. Watching his exaggerated movements and listening to his authentic singing, the fatigue after class will disappear instantly.Yes, he is a really interesting guy.

It's really hard for me to imagine that Liu Ming, who often claims to be our eldest brother, that man who speaks in a rough voice and is extravagant in his actions, would be such a weak and infatuated person.Yes, it is infatuation.I remember that night very clearly, because it was a night that shocked me and made me incredible.I seldom cry myself, and if I do, I never cry out loud, let alone in front of people.Maybe it's because I'm deceiving myself, maybe I'm too self-conscious, or maybe it's because I haven't encountered anything that really makes me extremely sad!But, I really never did.So I presume that he, that Liu Ming who calls himself my big brother, should be stronger than me!At least, at this moment, I still think that I am a strong performance.However, that night, he really cried thoroughly, with a heart-piercing feeling.He picked up the compasses, and with the sharp shaft of the compasses, he slashed fiercely at his arm, leaving a deep mark.I know that he is using another kind of pain to cover up another kind of pain.But is it really covered up?That was also a night that touched me deeply. I began to fear this so-called love, and I also began to hate this boring love. I began to feel that I can only love myself.Those were some wrong feelings, but I couldn't help it.Autumn killing, this word comes from the practice of ancient punishment.But autumn is indeed so miserable, so bleak, so murderous, so that all the good things are shattered here.It was an autumn night, and I really felt the desolation of autumn.Liu Yuxi once wrote, "A crane rowing above the clouds in a clear sky will draw poetry to the blue sky." I can't see the crane rushing straight into the clouds, and I can't understand his pride of "autumn wins spring". However, the desolation of autumn can always draw out people's poetic feelings, which was indeed my feeling at that time.

I wrote a poem: "The red silk has been stretching for a long time, and the strings of lovesickness will never end. The cold moon and white light spread over the spring, and the flowing warbler's complaints are moving. Ordinary people have it, and it’s not always desolate and never endless.” Life’s unsatisfactory things are probably like this! However, this unsatisfactory may also be understood as interesting, this is a life with a story.She said, this is a very perverted idea!