Youth Notes

With trepidation and trepidation, I walked home with Wen Ziqing, and since then I have embarked on a very special road, a road that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

I forgot, forgot how the road went that day, what we all said.Sentence after sentence we all said something.The road to her house is not too long, only a quarter of ours.Maybe we were walking slowly because it seemed like a lot of talking, talking non-stop.Maybe I walked quickly again, arrived at her house without saying a word, and then I was left alone for the remaining three-quarters of the journey.

I didn't expect that after we left for the first time, we would never leave again.Every afternoon as soon as school was over, we walked on the unsmooth dirt road in the setting sun, a very sloping hard yellow mud and gravel road that had not been cemented.There are still fields on both sides of the road. There are patches of vegetable fields, sparse bamboo fences, and loose soil that is as clear as fine sand and white and yellow. Green and short weeds grow on the fields, and there are a few clumps here and there. Shrubs two or three dwarf trees.The wind is so fresh, the air is cool and comfortable everywhere, and there is a bright autumn here.

We walked slowly every day, and later I learned that we walked slowly.We stopped outside her house, and I don't know how long it took for her to come home, and how long it took for me to get back on the road and walk back to my house on the other side of the river at a running pace.There is no way, because there are too many things to say, and I can't finish them. Those exchanges are so interesting and interesting, making people so happy and even intoxicated.No one has ever talked to me like this, no one has ever talked to me like this, so speculative, so speculative that every sentence is worth aftertaste, it is a story, an exquisite and interesting story.

More and more time, more and more days, we cannot be apart.Those exchanges, with a tacit understanding, are so beautiful.From study to life, to reading to ideals, as well as singing, copying poems and writing diaries.Our diary records our growth bit by bit, our thoughts and emotions.We walked into each other's hearts, stood side by side in the center of the two hearts that were connected together, and looked at each other happily.My whole life changed, happy, happy, alive, alive, beautiful.

As a result, I have forgotten those many former friends, so that I am willing to give her all my spare time.

Wen Ziqing, you want to go home with me.Wen Ziqing started looking for me to go home with me every day.Wen Ziqing always came to me after class to discuss various issues together.Wen Ziqing, she said, what an interesting person I am, making all the topics interesting, and being with me is so happy.Wen Ziqing and I have become good friends that everyone knows.

This is something I never thought about, unexpected.That little guy with a round face, big eyes, short hair, and a loud voice, the teacher's darling, the model target of his classmates, the school's cadres, such a leadership-style girl who is in the limelight and wind and cloud, has become a silent and ordinary "mine". friend.I didn't ask for it, but I came to my side on my own initiative and was no longer willing to leave, like that, friend.

To me it has always been a mystery, a mystery beyond my imagination.

That little girl was too hard, her character was too hard.

The girl with the round face is not beautiful at all. Although the eyes with double eyelids are big, they are not beautiful. They are too big and round, so I can't think of words like aura.

The girl with the loud voice is too courageous, she can stand at the front stage on any occasion, recite, give speeches, and sing. She doesn't have the beauty and restraint that many girls have.

The reason why the girl with good grades is so good is all due to her hard work and hard work.

That girl who is so proud to be favored, she is a proud girl of heaven.

No, no, she's not that at all, she's definitely not that.I was wrong, I was all wrong before.She is not hard, so easily emotional, with sad eyes that often contain tears, for her father who has passed away for five years, her sun and her god, she is always so sad.Her big eyes are good at expressing and changing rapidly, smart and thoughtful.She is not strong, really not strong, she lost her father, her mother is speechless, ignorant of warmth, and her brother is indifferent and decadent.She was alone, weak, like a small twinkling star in the sky, a star surrounded by night.Yes, she is not beautiful and restrained, beauty and restraint are not hers.She is deep, and her heart is a deep ocean, not a lake, not a river, not a brook, not a spring.

She is not the proud daughter of heaven, she is definitely not.She doesn't have a birthday, she doesn't know her own birthday, and neither does her mother.Her mother only remembered that she was born in March in Spring.I made her a little cake the spring March when she was 16.Remember that there is a note and a blessing hidden in the cake.That cake, that little cake, that cake that can only be called a ball of flour.She said that it was the most decent and happiest birthday in her 16 years.

She doesn't have a "villa" like mine, she doesn't even have a "home".She lives separately from her mother and brother in two dark and damp small houses on both sides of the gate of her mother's unit.Her brother was studying in other places, and she and her mother guarded the gate on weekdays.Her house smelled of musty wood dust, of old books and papers that had turned yellow, of tiled roofs, of plastered walls, of damp ground.In spring and summer, raindrops often visit her small room, falling on her bookshelf, wooden stool, floor, and head.

She's not all that bold.Like a child, she often looks like a child in front of me, a naughty, cute and naive child.The child who would cower next to me and act coquettishly.Yes, it was a child, a small child.Later, my father said that we walk together like a character, a Chinese character, a Chinese character that cannot be separated, and can no longer be a Chinese character.Yes, "Bu" is the word "Bu".She likes to lean on me, I like her to lean on me, we make a word, we are together to become a word.

Wen Ziqing has changed because I have changed.Because she was close, because she walked into my heart.Because I am feeling and appreciating her in detail every day, I ponder and study her, from the most subtle to the deepest, from the fur to the soul, from the soul to the fur.She, this girl, is the most beautiful girl in the world.Those smiles, those words, those words, those eyes and gestures, those smells on the neck, the hair that is often messed up by sleeping, those small white hands, the dress that she wears on her all winter, she feels very The ugly big red robe.Wen Ziqing, so beautiful, so cute and magical.

In the summer when I was 15 and a half years old, I found that something was different, some troubles, some pains bound me.

At that time, the summer flowers were brilliant.

Because of Wen Ziqing's farewell letter, I shed tears, and I have been crying since then.I don't know why, it's just so sad, sad like never before.It's like the phoenix tree outside my window has never bloomed so brilliantly.Oh no, not right.We moved to this new "building" which is only 5 minutes away from the school, and it has only been half a year since my classmates called it the "villa" embezzled by my father.This is the first time those two trees bloomed, the first time they bloomed outside my window, blooming like red all over my sky.It is the first time, the first brilliant summer flower.

Just like the bright red flower outside my window blooming tragically and brilliantly, I am sadly brilliant and tragic, and have since become another me.