Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The atmosphere in the university is so free and democratic.Even decades later, looking back on these passionate years, I will feel sad.Perhaps the real joy and happiness in life is fixed in the carefree college days.

Ling said that Chong's style was very similar to that of a calligraphy teacher, and she didn't know whether Chong was a compliment or a derogation.So I carefully recalled the flavor of the calligraphy teacher.

On that day, the calligraphy teacher was wearing a half-sleeved T-shirt and a gray coat, walking slowly and steadily.He has a Chinese-shaped face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and soft words. Some people call him "Auntie" in private.

Behind the stunned appearance is a talented chic.The calligraphy teacher is a member of the Calligraphy Association. Every class starts with a laugh, but ends with a bang.

The calligraphy teacher is all in gray, holding a huge pen in his left hand and a basin of water in his right hand.Walking slowly with square steps, the gait is the rhythm of calligraphy.I saw the teacher dipped a pen in water and wrote a few vigorous and powerful characters on the blackboard, which made people's eyes shine.

Since then, Shigeya has officially entered the world of calligraphy.On weekdays, I study hard and my level is constantly improving.Flowers are gorgeous and lovable, and people are talented and self-exalted.

Chong has been appreciated by the calligraphy teacher many times, so Ling often seeks out him for calligraphy skills.Although he took everyone seriously, Ling's visit was a godsend and exciting.

There are more and more contacts, and the weight is getting deeper and deeper.If he doesn't see Ling every day, he will lose his mind and lose his energy.He was looking for an opportunity to tell her about the pain of lovesickness.

Focusing on a class break, I asked Ling to borrow the book "Norwegian Wood".Ling readily handed him the book.How can I be in the mood to read a book? The entanglement in my heart is already suffocating.In class, Zhong looked at Ling's slender figure from a distance, like looking at a mirage, which was too beautiful to be touched.

Pick up the pen again and write down two little poems on the paper:

since you

I have walked through several springs and autumns alone

The memory is so pale

wandering body

dead soul

since you

i'm not alone

looking at your figure

The surging heart lake is sparkling

Walk with you in the magnificent dream

Taste the ups and downs alone

Looking back is so empty

lost embarrassment

get the fear

since you

I am not hesitating

listen to your voice

The hustle and bustle of the earthly springs

The impetuous air is bright and clear

Weaving a few segments of dust alone

The place where the eyes are staring is such a fantasy

illusory sweetness

ignorant drunkenness

since you

i'm not crazy

keep your beauty

The long days are gorgeous

The barren winter is warm and affectionate

you are the wind i am the sand

autumn festival

people are still

autumn wind

Rain falls on the bridge

my nerves

stung by lightning

How long will it take to rest

don't want to die like this

longing to stay for you

you are the wind

i am sand

End of the world hand in hand to eternity

Make bookmarks for the two poems and put them in the title page of "Norwegian Forest".I don't know why, but my heart is up and down, one point is excited, two points are worried, three points are expecting, and four points are confused.

The next day, Zhong quietly put the book on Ling's desk, not because he wanted to create a surprise, but because he was afraid of an unexpected ending.

Zhong counted the days every day, eager for an answer.

Day by day passed, and there was no news.I feel that I am about to become a husband-watching stone. Wang Jian once wrote a song "The Watching-husband Stone": "At the husband-watching place, the river is leisurely, turning into a stone and not turning back. The mountains and mountains are windy and rainy every day, and the stone should return when pedestrians return. This comes from a sad legend: "In ancient times, there was a woman whose husband left home for a long time and did not come back after a long time. So she went up the mountain every day to look far away, hoping that her husband would return. But her husband still did not return home after many years. , the woman turned into a stone on the top of the mountain."

After thinking about it again, I saw that the sky outside was cloudy, and there were actually snowflakes.Misty clouds, just like my own vague mood.Can't help but open the diary and write a few lines of poems:

Falling snow / so soft and light / is the touch of the heart / is the crystallization of love / cool wind / so smart and so passionate / it is love floating / it is fate walking through

You are the same/I am different/Your shadow is faint/My heart lake is full of strange emptiness/You are free/I am bound/You are wandering in your own fairyland/How do you know that I am lonely in the dark night

A burning desire, but hard to express.It is the heart tormented in the magma, who can understand the sour bitterness.

Life is veiled, mysterious and blurred.The vague hope, like a shooting star, is fleeting.There is a glimmer of light in the loss, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.In the end is lost or owned, can not guess teasing. "Everything is willing to go with the wind, I can only leave you in a dream."

On Friday afternoon, Zhong Hehai went to the gymnasium to play, and unexpectedly saw Ling's figure.There are so many people, it seems that they can't see clearly.Reaching the second floor, I searched for Ling's shadow, but couldn't find it, feeling a little anxious and disappointed.

At this time, Hai took the racket and slapped Heavy's back hard, and said with a smile: "Heavy, you kid is stupid. What are you staring at? Can you still play ball!"

Listening to Hai's chattering questions, Zhong smiled and said, "Okay, just take a look around. Kickoff."

Zhong fought with Hai for several rounds, but he always made mistakes and looked restless.The customs asked earnestly: "I said, brother, are you sick? Why is your level so poor? Why don't you go back and rest?"

Indeed, Zhong felt as if something was going to happen, so he packed up his time with Hai and walked to the first floor.Before I finished the stairs, I saw the basketball court full of people.Someone else shouted: "Slow down, everyone, get out of the way." There seemed to be low-pitched crying.

Zhong Hehai hurried forward and was stunned by the scene in front of him.It turned out to be Ren who was calling, holding Ling in his arms.Tears flowed from the corners of Ling's eyes, she covered her knees with her hands, and her face was full of pain.

Chong didn't think about where Ling was hurt, but was overwhelmed by a sour feeling.Seeing Ren carry Ling out of the gymnasium and go straight to the infirmary.

Zhong still stood there blankly, there was no one else in the gymnasium.It was getting dark, and only the administrator shouted: "Is there anyone else, the door is closing!"

Only then did he come back to his senses: what happened to me?Ling was seriously injured, why didn't I step forward to ask?Haidu went to help, but I stood here stupidly?Damn me, do I really care about other people?If he cared, he should rush up desperately, pick Ling up and take her to the hospital.But how did you become a coward, a deserter?

Chong blamed himself endlessly, but still didn't check Ling's situation.

In fact, the most important thing is the depth of love and the depth of affection.The more deeply you love, the more sensitive, even inexplicable.He cared about Ling very much, but at the same time he hated Ren and drew his sword to help.If you are a stranger who helps your loved one, you should also say thank you.But Chong, I just think, Ling is my love, how can others mess around, no matter what the reason is.Love is sometimes a kind of monopoly, and no one is allowed to enter that circle.And this kind of obsessive love that forgets everything often doesn't end well.Because people are social beings, how can there be a two-person world isolated from the world?Besides, Ling is not the only one who is heavy.

Zhong waited impatiently for Ling's reply, waiting for anger, jealousy, and helplessness.The more you wait, the more you are afraid, the more eager you are, the more inferior you feel.His heavy heart was tortured to pieces.

In the classroom, Ling couldn't be seen, and she felt empty, lying on the table, writing her chaotic mood.

A wounded bird knows that someone is willing to bear it for you.How much I want to say it, but the words turn around.I love you hard to say, so I have to secretly follow behind you.

Silent concern is like dust in the air, no one realizes your existence.The mood often falls into an inexplicable loss.At night, I sat on the bed by the window, staring at the orderly street lamps and the cars whizzing by.This is the light at night, rendering the prosperity of the city.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and after a while the door opened, Xia Jin, a fellow countryman, said, "Chong, they went to the night market, shall we go too?"

Zhong said without hesitation: "Good idea, I'm in a hurry."

The two were walking on the street, and the evening breeze was blowing, which was refreshing.The dim light can give people a kind of heavenly warmth in winter.The people coming and going are like surging water.Chong and Xia wandered the streets.Occasionally, Xia would bend down to look at some strange ornaments.Zhong just looked around nonchalantly.

Suddenly, it seemed that someone patted him from behind, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Yue.Somehow, a hot current rushed to the face, if it wasn't for the street lamps, it would have made Yue see it clearly.Zhong hurriedly said: "What a coincidence!" Yue took back the surprise just now, and said lightly: "Yes, what are you doing?" Zhong said: "I'm in a hurry, so I went out to hang out with Xia. What about you?" Yue said: " Also, if you are bored, you can come to our campus to play, there are many extracurricular activities." As she spoke, there was infinite hope in her eyes.

Chong replied: "Yes, I will definitely go." Chong felt a special sense of intimacy with Yue, maybe it was a little comfort that came from meeting old people when they were unhappy?Yue is very well-intentioned towards Zhong, but when he thinks about it, he never persuades himself to visit Yue.If you are close to the water, don't cherish it, if you are far away, you will chase after it.

Indeed, I'm afraid I didn't leave any real place for Yue in my heart.But why did he blush just now?Is it the panic in the hesitation?Is it an illusion of love, or is it burned by the fire of love?But the moment he saw the moon, his heartbeat accelerated abnormally.

He was like a child who had done something bad, and was a little guilty when his mother found out.She has always been transparent in front of Yue, but with Ling's world, it is different.Maybe a person becomes sensitive under the compulsion of desire.Or there are different levels of love, and what is longed for is the possession of the highest level.And unwilling to give up the occupation of the lower floors.Because the fall of the high-level will cause pain, and the territory of the low-level is the harbor for healing.Yes, the Moon is a solid safe haven in a heavy life.When the weather is calm, Zhong will sail far away, shelving the eternal territory.

Heavy but don't know, there is no eternal persistence at all, no endless waiting until it turns white.On the way back, he kept thinking about the reason why he blushed just now??????