Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

In the silent air, there is a faint fragrance of jasmine.The imprisoned soul is quietly awakened.

Through the fingertips, the sun is dotted with the flowing clouds, and it is the blushing cheeks of the angel.Touch the temperature, elegant demeanor.The birds fly lightly, the wind passes by, the gentleness between the fingers.

Through the fingers, the green decorates the small garden, which is the elegant skirt of the fairy.The touch of movement, detached freshness.Dragonflies slide by, and when the rain falls, the tenderness between the fingers.

Through the fingertips, memories embellish life, and it is the intoxicating aroma of fine wine.The coolness to touch, the familiar past.The voice and smile, the tenderness between the fingers when the tears drop.

I like to walk alone by the small river, listening to the breath of nature; I like to trek alone in the cold rain, feeling the coldness of the world; I like to wander alone in the Garden of Eden, intoxicated by Eve's smile; I like to stand alone by the stone bridge, waiting for support The girl with the umbrella.

Every turn of the years, like every wind blowing on the lake, will cause small ripples, maybe it is a small accident, or it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.No matter what, it is the tenderness flowing between the fingers.

I like to flip through the old diary quietly, revisiting the traces of the past; I like to enjoy the witty dramas quietly, enjoying the joys and sorrows of life; I like to taste a glass of turbid wine quietly and meditate on the depths of the evening; I like to reminisce about love quietly I am obsessed with that kind of pure emotion.

Every ups and downs in life, like every cloudy and sunny sky, will draw clear lines.Maybe it's the unforgettable sadness, maybe it's the prelude to the Nirvana of the Phoenix.No matter what, it is the tenderness that permeates between the fingers.

Turn into a white butterfly, ride on the remaining warmth of love, travel through the day and night, looking for possession and loss.In the quiet corner, caressing the soft wings, singing the tenderness between the fingers!

------- "The Tenderness of Fingertips"

With the last string of bells, the semester is over.Every student will end the old school year and usher in the new year, and the long summer vacation is a bridge connecting the two years and a thick wall separating the two days.No matter whether the previous year was happy or sad, you can forget it completely by turning around in an instant.

When I got home, without the hustle and bustle of the city, I felt a little lonely.In the afternoon, the sound of cicadas is boiling, the heat is brewing together with the fragrance of various flowers, and the heart is rippling with microwaves.Unconsciously, I recalled the taste of last year again, with a little joy mixed with a little melancholy.It was a day of falling red and a day of parting.The most regrettable thing for people is to lose something before they have it.But at another stage of life, the same happens.And when it happens, a detail, a little taste, will also recall the same past.

How could the emotional moment be sealed up forever.In the quiet moment, because of the singing of cicadas and the fragrance of flowers, the broken fragments in memory are connected into vivid pictures.Zhong didn't know why his heart was beating so wildly, and he longed to relive the excitement and shyness of encountering Luohong when he was in middle school, and the slight smile when she looked back.

So I got on my bicycle again and embarked on the familiar and unfamiliar road that I have been running for six years.

The asphalt road is oily, like sweat stains overflowing.The tires rolled over, leaving clear marks.The tires were stuck to the road, and then separated as they came into contact, making a clicking sound.It's like the sound of heavy rain falling on the lotus leaves.

There are no pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few cars drive slowly sleepily.The incandescent sunlight, through the gaps in the poplar branches, hits the body scorchingly hot.Re-board the car and move forward slowly.It didn't take long to come to the town, except for the thick dusty smell, leaving only a stream of heat.A simple bamboo-structured study room came into view, and when I looked up, there were four characters written: "Green Bamboo Small Building." Chong raised his hand and lightly lifted the bead curtain, and a sweet smiling face flashed in front of his eyes, with a bit of coolness , softly said: "Young man, please come in!" Zhong was suddenly brought back to his mind by this unexpected address.In fact, the woman in front of me is about 20 years old, and she is the same age as me.A pink half-sleeved T-shirt, a denim skirt, half-high heels and simple sandals, with a ponytail swaying rhythmically with her movements.The pure face is full of maturity and ability.

The moment they looked at each other through the curtain, Chong was a little at a loss, it was such a close distance, and he could feel the breath of the other party.The center of gravity suddenly jumped a few times, his cheeks were slightly red, and he murmured: "You... you... hello! Let me read the book."

"Then take a look." The woman sat down in the corner and continued to turn the wool in her hand.

Pick up a seat again and sit down, and spread out the selected books: "Jin Yong's Martial Arts Appreciation", "Jin Yong's Collection of Beauties", "Jin Yong's Knight Ranking".Re-read the book, look out the window from time to time, longing for an accident or a miracle.Because Luohong's family lives nearby, that is, a few hundred meters away.Zhong has already entered Luohong's sight, and she just looks forward to seeing each other here.

The heat was flying around like a fire dragon, and the ceiling fan was so twisted that it almost stopped spinning.Sweat, like bean-sized dewdrops, rolled down from the cheeks to the floor.The fluid on the back slid down, like a bug crawling, itching.

Flipping through the pages of the book again, there are densely packed words, but I can't see the content inside.When the mind is absent, the eyes become decorations, just like a street lamp that is cut off is just a decoration.

Re-imagining that beautiful figure: pink dress, light steps, charming smile, intoxicating fragrance... When we met at that time, whether we met each other, whether we hugged each other, shook hands, or stared at each other... one thousand, one Tens of thousands of fantasies of reunion made Zhong Xin soar.Before I knew it, my eyes were blurred, and I fell asleep in a short while.I actually grew wings and shuttled between the vast world.How free and crazy it is to bring your own lover.

After an unknown amount of time, Chong was pressed by a slender finger and struggled to wake up.There was a girl in front of me, with a pink skirt, swaying braids, and an orchid-like fragrance.Standing up abruptly, his light feet led him to staggeringly run over.He held her hand tightly, and murmured: "Luo Hong, I miss you so much! You are finally here." Weeping with joy, he looked at him with tears in front of him, looking at her watery eyes eye.He wanted to hold her tightly like this and never let go.Looking, waiting, lost, hesitant, the emotions that have been suppressed for too long, turned into a strong rope.He wants to lock his lover tightly.

I feel like I am in heaven, so peaceful and refreshing.By the pond, the fairies are splashing water and playing, and the white waterfowl are resting on the islet.Surrounded by the fragrance of lavender, the green lawn stretches into the distance.Suddenly, I heard the song of the shepherd boy.The immature voice, the pretty face, is the return of Cupid...

"Mom, mom..." The children's shouts woke up Chong's dream.Opening his eyes, a little boy was pulling the corner of the girl's clothes.Chong felt a chill penetrate his back, and he was almost frozen.The girl struggled a few times, but did not break free.The little boy cried bitterly: "Mom, he is a bad person!" Zhong was suddenly hit by a strong air current, and his whole body lost strength, as if he was about to be bounced out of the sky in an instant.

After regaining his composure, he realized that it was the female owner of the bookstore who was holding back just now.He looked at the boy with murderous eyes helpless, and the girl panicked.Feeling ashamed, I bowed my head and said sorry??????

The girl smiled and said: "It's okay, my brother is a good person, he is a college student, he admitted the wrong person?????"

The girl squatted down, wrapped one arm around the little boy's waist, and stroked his forehead with the other.The girl kept smoothing things over for Heavy.Then he took the little boy back to the house.He re-watched the scene in front of him: a petite figure with clear curves, swaying footsteps beside him, a small hand holding a slender big hand.This is the most beautiful and warmest picture in the world.

Looking forward to the future, there was a beautiful girl who ran towards him with a little boy in her hand, shouting enthusiastically: "Husband!" "Dad!" He hugged his lover in his left arm and his son in his right arm, happily To explode.

I don't know when Luo Hong's life trajectory will intersect with Zhong.He can have a crush on any girl, but besides Luo Hong, who else can make him fall madly in love.The untouchable love is like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, which makes people fascinated and disappointed.Why do you like this kind of torture?Seeking hard, but feeling drifting away.Where is the Luoshen in my heart?

The familiar intersection is strange and dead silent, because there is no sign of Luo Hong.He wants to stop and stay, it is a kind of madness, a kind of wishful thinking.He suffered from an incurable disease, difficulty breathing, and rapid heartbeat.

Think again: How do you survive this difficult day?Every day, my heart is twisted by a knife, but it is so numb that I lose the pain.How would life play out without you.Do you know all this?You live alone in your world, never leaving me the slightest space.In your sealed world, how can I sneak in.Are you a heartless ice sculpture with just the same expression, no breath and no heartbeat?What kind of love is this, imagine?fantasy?Idiots?

Rethinking the actions just now, it was a kind of abnormality, a kind of sickness, it was a red-hot soldering iron, which burned the heavy heart again and again. "In the past, the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Give me back my freedom, give me my sobriety, how will I love you so occupying my heart..." Chong shouted hoarsely in his heart.

Echo, where is the echo...

Summer, the hot season.Everything is filled with the passion of life, flourishing like a piece of brocade, competing for splendor.

There are clearly falling flowers in front of my eyes, is it an illusion or a dream?Is life unable to withstand wind and rain, or is life degraded?

The asphalt road was soaked in sweat, and the earth was baked with scars.The bird is lazily drowsy on the tree, and the cat is sleepy in the corner.

Summer seems to be a cruel sleeping purgatory.The weak life was eliminated, and the powerful flower of life bloomed.Restless enthusiasm, exhausted mind, and contradictory life forms are struggling and forging in the furnace.Is it to realize the reorganization of life, or to create the Nirvana of the soul?guess?to no avail.

In summer, rinse the earth to make it pure, heat up life, splash green on plants, and add new clothes to animals.

Summer sunsets are the icing on the cake!

Pushing the bicycle again, walking alone on this lonely and hesitant asphalt road, there are no people, no life, just the spreading heat...