Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The evening wind blows through the window, carrying one or two remaining yellow leaves.

The eight brothers, while slightly intoxicated, talked about the vastness of the sea and the sky.No sleepiness until midnight.Therefore, Xing suggested, "Let's just form a friendship with Jinlan."

When everyone heard it, they agreed.With a little curiosity, the plot that used to be in martial arts novels is now being staged.Xing is a martial arts fan with a unique way of thinking.While hesitating, several people knelt down on their knees and shouted in unison: "The eight of us are here today as brothers of the opposite sex. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. Blessings are shared, and difficulties are shared." when!"

Chonghe and his brothers replaced the wine with water and drank it all in one gulp.At this moment, he only felt a hot current rushing through his body, his nose was sore, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

The same is a fallen person at the end of the world, so by virtue of his youth and vigor, he will also sprinkle a lot of ambition and pride.

At night, everyone slept soundly.When I woke up early in the morning, there was still a trace of impulse remaining.

In the morning, there was no wind.Only wisps of mist shuttle between the branches of sycamore trees.The couple with arms hooked passing by from time to time is a little warm.It also rose into the sky with the dawn mist, and turned into colorful stars in the morning light, blooming over the quiet campus.

In the English class, Zhong sat there quietly, leaning on his arms and staring out of the window.In the flower bed, a few withered peonies still have some color.A little bit of brilliance was drawn for this winter of decaying grass.In a trance, several butterflies and bees danced among them, and I couldn't help laughing.

He suddenly felt itchy on the back of his hand, and trembled violently.When I looked down, it turned out that there was a little spider crawling.A series of giggles followed.From the corner of his eye, he saw white sneakers, a white sportswear, and a tall figure, like an angel in white.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the girl was already sitting opposite, and it turned out to be Ling.She smiled all over her face and said, "Are spiders poisonous?"

Chong was almost insanely surprised, his breathing was short, his cheeks were flushed, and he was speechless for a moment.

Ling was surprised and said, "Why are you so stupid? I asked you if spiders are poisonous? I've been playing for a long time!"

He hurriedly said: "No poison, no poison. Your legs are healed!"

Ling said: "I didn't expect that you still cared about me without paying attention. Thank you, it's not a serious problem." She clasped her fists and gave Xiang Zhong a bow.

The two of them watched the spider walking on the table, and felt that this little bug was a bridge to communicate with Ling.A little happiness lingers in a small world.

Every moment is more searching, more surprises, and naturally more melancholy and emptiness.In the political class, the teacher asked the students to exchange experiences.Chongnature and Ling formed a team. In the lecture theater, the two sat next to each other. The distance was so close that they could feel each other's body temperature and breath.I don't know what kind of reaction I can get in return for my slightly shy and tentative words.Chong looked at the freckles on Ling's cheeks, like stars in the sky.The hair on the temples hanging down on the forehead is a gentle spring breeze.The twinkling eyes are the sun and the moon!People who are in love will try to create more opportunities to capture the other party's information, sometimes as naive as a child.

In the evening, Zhong went to the supermarket in the school to make a phone call. Among the crowded crowd, Chong locked onto the longing figure at a glance.A tall and slender figure is a sign that is easy to be found and stands out from the crowd.He leaned back behind Ling and said softly, "What are you doing?"

Ling lowered her head, turned around and smiled and said, "Hmph, shopping! What about you?"

Light words, no enthusiasm.Zhong suddenly felt that his intentional strike-up seemed so ridiculous.

Evening lights are still bright, and the roommate has already fallen asleep soundly.Leaning heavily on the railing, staring at the dim light outside the window.Ling's lithe figure floated faintly, her long hair fluttering, and her gaze looking forward.

Re-opened the diary and wrote: "The heart that has always been floating like duckweed, when it meets the jade standing autumn lotus, it stops for a moment and does not wander away. It will stand by your side and be your green skirt. That's it Exist silently. Where the wind and clouds rise, I will hold you to sleep. When the rainstorm hits, I will wipe the raindrops off your cheek. Sticking to it is a declaration of love. I don’t want to be vigorous, but only to love forever.

In the dream, Zhong took Ling to walk around the campus.Under the sycamore tree, the drizzle whispered, and the familiar fragrance of flowers was intoxicating.Leaning heavily in those slender arms, I fell asleep peacefully.

When I woke up, I could feel the aftertaste of the dream, with a faint sweetness.

Ling Shasha's voice echoed everywhere in the classroom, and Ling's charming figure appeared in every corner.

Every time I approach unexpectedly, it's like adding a piece of dry firewood, making the heavy love burn more intensely.

Start to be obsessed with small exchanges in a few words, obsessed people will always magnify the details, and generate a kind of torment that worries about gains and losses.

Holding a word "Yi" on the notebook, Ling asked: "This word is not well written, can you help me write it?"

Chong lightly smiled and said, "Happy to help!"

Ai Wu Ji Wu strengthened the cultivation of Chinese characters again.Although it was already deep winter, Zhong always mistook it for spring.Close your eyes, you will be filled with the breath of spring, green and verdant, and a hundred flowers blooming.

Suddenly a yellow leaf across the forehead, numbly itchy, this is a trace of affection with winter.

The cold wind blows, the yellow leaves are blown down, and the sorrow of separation is blown up.The cold wind blows, blows all over the alpine oasis, and blows the maple leaf bridge red.It's hard to say that the heat wave in my heart is raging, and it's hard to explain the torment and hope in my heart.Whisper to the fallen leaves and cry from the bitterness to the cold wind.Tears flow torrentially into a river, wishing to moisten the withered world.

Where there is a lover, there is the poet's inspiration and words.Focusing on boating in the emotional flow, the soul becomes delicate and sad.

Standing in the cold wind, looking at the scattered crowd, the confused body, lonely and hesitant.Staring at each other, you pass by, as if you have never met each other. The arrow of longing has been flying for a long time, but you can't find the target.

With a slight smile, he plucked the chords of his heart, played a beautiful movement, and fascinated the lonely and helpless soul.

Glancing softly, she spoke the language of love, with a different look, stirring up the desire to speak.

In the early morning, holding a magazine again to pass the time.My heart is like duckweed, I have nothing to do, and I always lose my energy when doing anything.People sometimes get lost in one thing and ignore a lot of beauty.

At this moment, the phone in the dormitory rang, but Chong hadn't recovered his thoughts yet.Dong went to answer the phone, turned around and shouted: "Chong, someone from your house has come to see you."

Zhong hurried downstairs and ran to the school gate.From afar, I saw the figure of my father, holding a large bag of fruit in one hand and holding it firmly with the other, his eyes moved among the crowd.

He took three steps and ran over in two steps, shouting, "Dad, why are you here?!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the apple in his father's hand.

The father replied: "I passed by here on a business trip today, so I'll take a look at you. It's very heavy, let me get it!"

Chong Yi exerted his strength and said, "Give it to me!"

With such a force, the bag exploded, and the apples were scattered all over the ground, and some rolled far away.This time he panicked, his face was red like fire, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.He deeply understands what Mr. Zhu Ziqing said "pretending to be smart".

My father didn't panic, he squatted down and picked it up patiently.Passing students also helped to pick up apples, and suddenly the school gate became a sea of ​​picking apples.Especially the aunt in the cafeteria, simply stopped the shopping cart, spread the coats in the cart, and said: "Everyone put it in my cart, and I will pull it over!" The father smiled and said: "Thank you, everyone!" , everyone take one and try it!"

Everyone happily said: "No need!"

Everyone dispersed, Zhong and his father followed the aunt's tricycle, looked at the apple lying safely on the car, and smiled at each other.

When I got downstairs, I shouted to the students in the dormitory to come down and get apples.The apples my father bought were enough for the brothers in the dormitory to enjoy for a few days.The sea is still more exaggerated, and rushed downstairs with three washbasins.

Chong led his father up the stairs behind the brothers, and when they entered the dormitory, everyone made a fuss for his father to sit down and poured water.He introduced everyone to his father one by one, and his father shook hands with everyone one by one.I don't know what I talked with my father, but even if I recall this scene after a few years, I still feel warm and happy.

Father went back and sent father to the door again.I just remember my father saying with relief: "Your classmates regard me as the leader. Get along well with everyone and go back!"

Looking at his father's back, tears welled up in his eyes??????

In the afternoon, I picked up my pen again and wrote the unique "Back View":

It is as majestic as a green hill, but it just sticks to it silently.There is no gorgeous language, but the simple smile, stern face, and resolute eyes remain unchanged.

When injured, there is a pair of broad shoulders to lean on; when proud, there is a pair of rough palms to cheer.

When I was a child, I was busy preparing breakfast in the dark morning, and there was a strong love in the rice fragrance.

Follow you, infinite ease, endless courage, infinite warmth.

You can fly freely and sleep sweetly.

The wind is as deserted, and the long barrenness is vaguely green and full of warmth.

That simple figure stands tall between heaven and earth.The huge power of Qingtian, the endless energy.

The young eagle flies in the clouds, and under the protection of the sun, it instantly turns into a roc and soars thousands of miles.

With love around, the air is filled with fragrance and power.

Regardless of the bitterness and rain, we will move forward all the way.

At night, Zhong has been immersed in the warmth of home.Before, the chase of love.After that, the heart hesitated.In worrying about gains and losses, you lose yourself; in self-abandonment, you wander around.How pale and cowardly this is.People live, not just to find what they want.Also think about the responsibilities of the family and the concerns of parents.Regardless of the bloody storms or the difficulties, we must live well for the people we cherish.Parents expect their children to be healthy and happy, and they don't think about everything else.We should be kind to ourselves for their sake.Maybe the youth is gone, maybe the wealth is gone, but what remains the same is the strong family affection.

In the past few days, Chong has devoted himself to the swamp of love. It seems that he doesn't think about the busyness and fatigue of his parents at home.They all say, "When you marry a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother".Thinking about all this again, I feel so ashamed.Let the muddy days go away with the cold wind!

Home is always the destination of the soul.