The romance I felt for the first time was when Meimei was thinking of a person, the clouds were light and the wind was light.
In each person's heart, there is a peach blossom source, where there is no invasion of fireworks, there is no scam battle, there is the nerve center of the human body, it is the meeting point of spirit and thought, human nature and emotion, and it is also a harbor where we stop when weary. . My peach blossom source is a hut. A corner of the wall is made of something called romance, and a star stone is embedded in the foundation of the corner. To say the origin of the star stone ...
At that time, he was young, thirteenth and fourth, just entered junior high school, and did nothing. I often mingle with the activists in my class and are more playful. It was an era when popular songs and Contra were well known, and mischief was accompanied by damage friends, killing time in trouble.
The story also started from that time. My classmate is a good girl, small and pleasant, and is a top student in the class. She writes well, and from time to time, she will be on the list of praises given by the language teacher after class. The stickers she writes will be posted in the classroom. On the glorious wall, it's a small character. I feel great to be at the same table with such a good student. It ’s just that every time I get down, my mid-range score that ca n’t lift my head always avoids her eyes very carefully. I know that I ’m not as good as the girl in front of me.
Seeing classmates before and after marveling at her talented intelligence, she was dwarfed by herself. And she always raised her elbow, and held the small face with her little white hand. She said nothing, and smiled in faint smile, the kind of polite and dignified smile, without any condescending shelf, As an unadorned embellishment, it seemed calm and elegant, and I couldn't help paying attention to this girl wearing pink clothes and carrying a light red schoolbag.
Every time before the weekend before the weekend, the teacher will let the eugenics check the poor student to recite the English words. I always fail to pass and drag the one she ca n’t go home immediately. I can only carry on with a thick face. She holds the English book and I Sitting face to face with her, a more intense heat flow swept the entire face, causing me to sweat directly, and when I saw this, she was also embarrassed and urged me to go back. Panic and confusion caused me to forget the words, and after a few rounds, the setting sun went away, and I could only deal with things with one eye closed and one eye closed.
When I went home with me, she had a few words on the road. She had few words on the way. When I was separated, I would look back at her a few times and wait for her to turn into the building and disappear.
I ca n’t help but think of anything related to her: her family and my family have one thing in common—there is the same railway passing through—the railway passes through my village, turns west, and passes by platforms near her home .
In this way, the train and I started to get closer. I heard the whistle of a coal train every night, and I always wondered if she could hear it, and two people could hear the tweet of a train at the same time, and how proud of it! Best of all, this only belongs to "us "The two share. Although in a windy and sunny morning, she gave me a stern glance and paid tribute to my vulgar "confession".
One day, she didn't come until class. After the teacher came in, she said that her parents were calling to say that they were ill, and they would send two classmates to send a fake note. Due to the special relationship, as the guide at the same table and few friends who knew her home address, we both shouldered the glorious task.
At the door of her house, I kept rubbing the fake strips in my hand, and my subconsciously flashed a lot of situations when she saw me. Her mother opened the door, and she greeted me softly when she entered. I pretended to calm down and slowed down my breathing as much as possible so that I didn't notice that I had a stiff limb. I fixed my glance at her. She was lying on the sofa watching the TV in a distressed manner, like a cute little rabbit, and instantly burned into my heart, she was sick, and let the language then For the first time, I failed to feel the meaning of the word cute for the first time.
From then on, every time I passed her neighborhood, it was the best time I felt. I can't help but look at every building there. The world she lives in is so beautiful. Maybe it is Love House and Wuwu. I got up from the pedals of the bicycle and thought about what she was doing at the moment, enjoying every ray of sunshine there, the sky was pure, the clouds were very light, and the wind was very light.
The origin of the story is a seed that is not ready to be reborn, and the end can be imagined. But I have to say that that time has been with me for many years, and it was a natural continuance in my youth.
It was not until later that I realized that it was my first time to be side by side with romance.
You become the dazzling Beidou rising in my world, the kind of unexpected surprise, and I can really understand when the time has passed; you have no intention to participate in my world, and Eros just borrowed your hand and secretly gave me one Class, laying a deep foundation in my heart.