Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The sea of ​​clouds is five hundred miles away, and the mountains are long and dark.Strange pine leans out affectionately, flying springs enter the valley, and strange rocks are stained with moss.

Seeing Xuanyuan flying up to the ground in the sky, looking forward to your coming from the top of the lotus flower peak.The morning sun is shining brightly, stepping up the hanging bridge, enjoying nine days away.

-------"Linjiang Fairy·Huangshan"

In Zhong's life, when love and ideals conflict, he has always been able to make prompt decisions.Ideals come first, without ideals and careers, love is zero.

Although today's society doesn't talk about being well-matched, love without a foundation is just a beautiful bubble, which can be easily broken.

Zhong also often falls into hesitation, ideals are a question mark, and love is beyond what you and I can guess.Waiting is a kind of state of mind, a kind of stable and burgeoning love.Going with the flow is a kind of detachment, the calm after the storm.

The truth is transparent, and those who are in the middle of the situation are never as clear as the bystanders.Many things in life are unpredictable and unpredictable.

Zhong wanders between classrooms, dormitories and libraries at three o'clock every day.Although it seems repetitive and boring, it is full of tranquil air.

It was another sunny afternoon, with dust and sand mixed in the slight cold wind.The winter sun still reveals the slightest warmth.Fate arises between you and me inadvertently, maybe it's just a look, an action.After searching for a long time, I did not choose a favorite book.The silence in the library is filled with the fragrance of books.Occasionally, I heard the sound of flipping a book, and time squirmed in silence.I can hear the pounding heartbeat, with a little excitement and suffocation.Maybe it's because of the dullness at the bottom of the center of gravity, or because the cold space wants to freeze the beating heart, or it may be because the fiery heart is entangled with the desolation of the weather.

In a trance, a novel called "Norwegian Wood" came into view.The moment he touched the book, another slender hand stretched out, touching it unintentionally, warmth and sourness welled up in his heart.

"sorry!"

"sorry!"

The two expressed their apologies in unison.The moment the four eyes met, the breathing became rapid, the eyes suddenly flustered, and the two young hearts collided fiercely.

After regaining his composure, he took a look at the other party: a tall girl came into view, those big eyes twinkling, with a bit of enthusiasm and shyness.Captured by his eyes again, he was at a loss for a moment, and a red cloud floated on his cheeks.

Suppressing her heartbeat, she took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "You...you... first... let's see!" Time stopped at that moment.

Originated by accident, love at first sight.In modern society, it is also very fashionable.In Chong's eyes, the girl was not pretty, but she had a temperament that attracted him.Tall, with a blue print dress on a white background, long hair like a waterfall shawl, and shining eyes, faintly visible between bangs.

The girl smiled softly and said, "That's too embarrassing." The girl put her feet together, her skirt still fluttering, tilted her head, raised her slender arms slightly, and waved her hands.

With a look of embarrassment, he said in a low voice, "No, nothing."

The girl saw the heavy embarrassment, so she kindly introduced herself: "My name is Ling, and I'm in the second class of the Chinese Department of Grade [-]. Hello, hello, please take care of me. Let me introduce you!"

"I, I'm also in the Chinese Department, class one. What a coincidence. My name is Zhong." Zhong was a little happy, because the public classes of class one and two were going to be held together, so he had the opportunity to get in touch with girls.

I saw Ling clasped her fists in both hands, raised them to the side of her face and said, "That's great, once acquainted, let's be friends!"

Zhong looked at her, which didn't match her age, let alone her height, but the youthful enthusiasm that overflowed really surprised Zhong.

To be honest, Chong was overwhelmed by Ling's heat and felt dizzy, so he quickly replied: "Okay, I have any difficulties."

Ling valued the affirmative force of beating her chest, so she chuckled and said, "Where is the difficulty for me? I can't find you if I have nothing to do? You are crying, is it difficult?"

Zhong didn't know what he was thinking, why such an old-fashioned sentence came out, it was not what he thought in his heart, it was an expression of true feelings that hadn't been hammered out.

Chong wryly smiled and said, "Okay, anytime, anytime."

Ling raised her head with a smile and said, "You are really interesting, why do you look like an old pedant?"

Standing there again, unwilling to move, afraid of moving, this beauty and warmth will run away.Many things are coincidences. Occasionally, when you wake up a few minutes earlier, you may meet old friends you haven't seen for many years.Occasionally travel far away, you may encounter long-lost classmates.Sometimes, it is precisely because of your deliberate changes or momentary negligence that you will miss the waiting marriage.

Ling is a girl with a beautiful tree facing the wind, like bamboo and poplar, giving people a slim and graceful feeling.There is more anticipation, more enjoyment, and more fascination every day.

Whether it is the pursuit of freshness, or involuntary.Heavy feelings will be touched inadvertently, especially the girl you admire.It is a holy and unselfish emotion, and only a kind hearted person can be so kind.

The days of youth will never be monotonous, let alone lack of passion.Youth with love is eternal.Maybe at the moment when you are dying, when your temples are gray and wrinkled, you still have a clear aftertaste.Youthful love, like old wine, will make people weep for it.

Ling has already entered Chong's heart unknowingly, and many love poems have been added to Chong's diary every day.Freud said that the creation of art is driven by emotion.It may sound a bit puzzled or unreasonable, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully.

The germination of love comes from the maturity of physiology.Whether it's a boy with a little beard growing on his cheeks and his Adam's apple suddenly protruding, or a girl's cheeks flushing and her breasts starting to bulge.At this time, humans begin to be attracted to the opposite sex.Boys are handsome and masculine; girls are sentimental and feminine.These will arouse the desire of the opposite sex.

Love should be pure, not based on material things, but purely spiritual and psychological needs.Each other can understand each other's heartfelt feelings, that is, confidante.This is the highest state of love, but there is still a long way to find love, and it depends on human effort.

Heavy love is still in an immature state, love blindly, love ideally.Maybe it's just a beautiful attraction.Beauty is manifested in many ways, and different girls have different beauty.Taste bitterness, hotness, sourness and sweetness in life, and then you will know what suits your taste.There are many kinds of girls who can make Zhong's heart flutter, but he is not the woman who wants to love the whole world, Jia Baoyu, the waiter of Shenying.Gentle and virtuous, you can enjoy a poetic life; lively and generous, you can experience adventure and fun; beautiful and pure, like drinking a glass of fine wine, which is intoxicating; pungent and wild, like drinking a glass of strong wine, making people want to stop... …

Ling is a beautiful and pure type, and she is also a bit fragile and shy, with a clear skeleton and a well-proportioned figure, which makes Zhong infinitely obsessed.In fact, his 1.7-meter-five stature doesn't quite match his personality.It is precisely this disproportion that arouses a heavy curiosity.It was a grotesque charm, and when you think about it, she is the embodiment of Liberty.It's hard to imagine, isn't she an elf who combines beauty, figure, and temperament, and a lethal elf!

The cool wind blows the lonely heartstrings.The troubles and sorrows of the past are wandering in the wind.Although the twilight in the morning is a bit dazzling, the warmth has spread to the earth. In the early winter season, people did not notice it.

The time when people need love the most is the time when it hurts the most.Wandering in a foreign land, like a piece of grass floating in the air, I really want to find a place to stop.The regret of the past is like a wound that will never heal, still dripping blood...

The moment of warmth, the eternity of longing.The more crippled a person is, the more he longs for perfection.

Ling inadvertently cast the magic on her again.Being dragged by a strange hand again, he lost his mind.

There is more hope every day, and life is more colorful.Fantasizing about strolling hand in hand with Ling in the quiet countryside, listening to the whispers of bugs.

The heavy love is only separated by a layer of thin film, and it will erupt like a volcano at the slightest touch.And timing is the catalyst for love to burn.

One Wednesday afternoon, Zhong rushed to the lecture theater early.Looking out of the window, the wind blew against the bare branches, making a shrill hum, and the sparrows flew up and down, their fluffy feathers filled with coolness.The clouds in the sky are moving with the wind.Looking at it, I imagined myself as an autumn leaf, trembling in the cold wind...

Suddenly, someone tapped on the shoulder.Only then did Zhong withdraw his thoughts, and saw a girl holding two thick books, gently wiping the table, and sat down next to Chong.Her hair was loose and she couldn't see her face clearly.The one sitting in the last row again, looking around, saw the crowds of people, like black ants.The classrooms are full, like an overloaded car, and someone will be squeezed out of the window at any time.

"What are you looking at, little bugger?"

Chong Meng turned his head, only to see the girl brushing her long hair lightly, he was stunned.

"I don't know you, little bug?" Ling teased with a smile.

Zhong was stunned, intoxicated, and eager, like a fire burning in his belly, and it would burst out in an instant.

Focusing on Ling's eyes, he said angrily: "You are really amazing, what kind of little bug, little bug? What the hell are they called?"

Ling smiled and said, "Ghost name? Nickname, okay!"

I had no choice but to sigh: "Bugs are worms, and they only bite your flower."

Ling picked up the book, hit Chong on the head heavily, and said, "I tell you to bite me, and I'll kill you, a caterpillar!"

At this time, the bell rang, and the classroom immediately fell silent.

Surrounded by a burst of clove fragrance, pure and intoxicating.He tilted his head quietly, unable to restrain his uneasy mood.He struggled a few times, admiring this charming girl from the corner of his eye.It is a pity that only a few strands of hair hanging on the forehead can be seen, dancing lightly with her writing.The sunlight outside the window casts softly on Ling's body, and the clear lines of her back are reflected on the table, so close that she can be touched.

get out of class is over, reuse bold eyes, follow the beautiful back.The extension line of hope is the embrace of the lover in the dream.Even if it is a short stay, it is also a kind of satisfaction.

When love dies, literature also dies.Re-condense the inner fire into moving lines of poetry.Every word rolls with fiery love and lingering affection.

The occurrence of love is always accidental, and the spread of love is like the spread of fire, which is so fast that people are caught off guard.Time spent together is the catalyst for emotional sublimation.What is expected is sometimes what is about to happen.The place where the dream begins, in late autumn, on the quiet campus, on this path full of sycamore leaves...