Youth Notes

Flowers in May bloom all over the fields.I saw the mountain outside my window, it was full of flowers, mountain flowers.

When I was young, my sister used to bring back the fruit of the mountain twist flower from the mountain in the county town, and gave it to my younger brothers and sisters who were still in the countryside. The sweet and sour fruit is not pure juice, but there are many small seeds, which are like powder paste. Nuo, I can't tell whether it's delicious or not, whether I like it or not, I don't have a special feeling.I love the twist flowers in May, I have a feeling for them.They are like the sea, the pink sea, clumps, slices, and layers, swaying wantonly on the hillside, undulating among the green forests of yellow mud, gray stones, brilliant, bright, and passionate.I don't say anymore: Shanxihua, my love.I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore.Besides, everything in this world is my lover, because Wen Ziqing has already melted into everything.

I don't talk anymore, and I don't kiss the petals anymore, all of this is hidden in my heart, hidden deeply.I paint, one weekend at a time, painting the sea and sails, sky and clouds, Venus, trees and sunsets.I listen to songs, Soviet songs, world famous songs, popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan, folk songs and marches, just listening without saying a word.I write poems, a lot of poems, short poems, I write one every day, I give Wen Ziqing one every day, I write about hide and seek of the wind, the game of clouds, the song of the earth, Xia who laughs silly, write whatever I see , Write whatever you think of, as long as you write happily, you have to write very happily, I want Wen Ziqing to be happy, and reading my little poems will become very happy.

I wrote a diary, one after another, very long and long, until late at night, full of ideal life, history and sentiments.I read, read the same book over and over again, those majestic, profound and profound words, I want to digest those words into my blood, and turn beauty into me and me into beauty.I recited poems, Wen Ziqing's letter, and every word in her letter. I recited every word, stroke, and stroke into my blood, into my soul.

I read "The Second Handshake" over and over again, an old torn book, one of the few books left in my house, which has been old for as long as I can remember I just saw its old face.When I was a child, I read many versions of the comic books of this story, and I have always been thinking about this story. The love story of two scientists who fell in love with each other all their lives but only held hands twice, I will never forget it.At this time, when I was 16 and a half years old, I read this story again, in the form of a novel.I became obsessed and obsessed with this novel. I recited the story, recited the dialogue, recited the letter of the protagonist of the novel, over and over again.I introduced it to Wen Ziqing, she read it, and she was addicted to it.It enters our conversations, it enters our letters, it enters our hearts.We said, we are like them, like Ding Jieqiong and Su Guanlan, love each other sincerely, love each other spiritually, love each other soul, forever.Their love is forever and so is our friendship.She called me her "Sister Qiong" and she was my "Brother Guanlan".In fact, I don't want to, I think she is my "Sister Qiong", because she is more beautiful.So good, so good.

读 你 千 遍 不 厌倦

reading you feels like march

The intoxicating poem of the romantic season

Well……

读 你 千 遍 不 厌倦

读 你 的 象 春天

classic beautiful period of joy

Well……

你 的 眉目 之间

锁 着 我 的 爱怜

你 的 唇齿 之间

留 着 我 的 誓言

你 的 一切 移动

左右 我 的 视线

你 是 我 的 诗篇

读 你 千 遍 不 厌倦

I was reading "The Second Handshake" and Wen Ziqing.I forgot the world, I forgot the revolution.I love "Flowers in May" only because there is a sea of ​​flowers in May on the mountain outside my window, and there is my love on that mountain, and every plant and tree is full of my love.I love Jiangshan, but I love beauties even more. At this time, I can't afford to hate Tang Xuanzong.