When a tear falls from the corner of the eye, it is moved by the taste of chewing years; when a smile is brimming in the corner of the mouth, it is the passion of kneading the favor of time. Fleeting time, undercurrent; the world of mortals, Qinghuan. Tainted with the smell of fireworks, I am used to looking back in the long corridor over the years, polishing the vicissitudes of life, picking up and beautiful, moving forward without a curtain call. Jinghao a journey of life, he year, still smile.
Bai Luomei said: on the stem of memory, who does not have two or three Pingting, to me, the stem of memory is colorful. Although white is first in the wind, it is not desolate.
On the stem of childhood, colorful is a painting.
Do not ask how many flowers bloom, ignore the earthly troubles. Holding a grain of sand can be condensed into innumerable imagination, and stepping on a blade of grass can also outline a fairy tale. At that time, the clouds are light, the heart is light, and transparent.
On the stem of childhood, it is pink. It is full of vitality and full of growth. Half bright, half happy. Even tears are precious amber.
The first time I walked into the campus with a flower schoolbag on my back, I was five and a half years old and inconspicuous if I was a bean. But I am curious about the new environment, and the most addictive thing is the standing formation in PE class. With long hair, I stood in the front row and looked back, with a row of small brains behind me, raising my hands to look at me. In an instant, the sky is full of rosy clouds. Even the pain of injections on the buttocks when I went to school early in the morning was gone with my heel.
When I got home, my mother's transplanted seedlings looked at me proudly on the ridge, and I felt it necessary to tidy up the rules. Based on the first seedling, I pulled out the other seedlings one by one, and then looked forward one by one and stood upright in a row. The physical education class got a new practice in the small garden when I was satisfied with my masterpiece, only to find that Xiao Miao was no longer swaggering, but withered and decadent on the ground. I don't understand. Why is my kindness so vulnerable? My mother's reproach made me run back to the house hurriedly rubbing my little hands covered with dirt. A masterpiece is just a mess cleaned up by my mother.
There is no shyness in the memory of childhood. Like the moon as white as water, clean and clear.
Followers, sticky bean buns, that's what those wild boys call me. Go ahead. Whatever. I am my brother's follower, and I am my brother's sticky bean bag. The flowers bloom for me, the wind sings for me, and my brother is mine. The river, the bridge, the wild grass, there is always a good girl mingled in the midst of a group of troublemakers. Catching dragonflies, peekaboo, watching the wild boys swimming naked in the water, I was unexpectedly shy. Instead, they fell asleep slowly with the clothes they took off by the river. The four seasons move, happiness is fixed. My footprints trample on childish traces, but they contain the smell of happiness. The chalk on the railing of the bridge said, it is me, a beautiful outline again and again. Although, do not know what meaning, only, is the engraving of that period of time.
In the memory of childhood, think about it, that smart ghost, is precisely the ridiculous joke. But at that time, it was an easy inspiration from the eyes.
Mother bought cantaloupe, but I always secretly hid two in the cupboard. Then he paced up and down the room with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened, and opened it every once in a while. After a while, look again. The superficial appearance always thinks that it covers the bright glasses of the masses, but in fact, behind it is the snicker of the family. After just one night's sleep, I can't remember what I did. It was not until a few days later, when the cupboard was full of sour smell, that I knew that the absurdity had reached its extreme. Instead of pacing with his hands behind his back, he quickly hugged a small stool to read under the cherry tree.
A young man does not know the taste of sorrow. When I was a child, the story of the ivory tower tempted a pure heart. The world is peaceful and beautiful, regardless of the cause of trouble, only look at the fruit of happiness. Looking back on his years, the stem of his childhood was full of beauty. Like a painting, look at how many eyes, do not leave.
[passion is a song on the stem of youth]
A little confused and impulsive, a little green and affectionate. A volume of manuscripts is enough to kill the cold in winter, and a long period of contemplation can sublimate the confession. At that time, romantic longing, heart, soft.
The stem of youth is light blue. Plant obscurity and bring melancholy. Write love with the left hand and love with the right hand. The wind that passes through the black hair is also embroidered with a beautiful scroll.
That year, red dance shoes were popular. A girl's heart is not colorful enough to speak out, but implication is the beauty of Yan ran. From the temptation of TV dramas, the young girls in Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas wearing dazzling red dance shoes will make the hearts of many girls have a luxurious dream. Me, too. But I, will not express directly, prefer someone to read my eyes and my heart. If so, it is a proud happiness.
Standing in front of the counter, looking at the blinking red dance shoes in countless shoes, the heart banged like a deer, but the mouth was silent. I have a brother who understands me. He knows why my mind, which he regards as an angel, is exactly one or two. A few days in the afternoon, the autumn tiger was burning, and my brother drove back with a beautiful box. I laugh, still silent; my heart beats, but pretends to be calm. The red dancing shoes lay quietly, waiting for a pair of little feet to melt them. Walking on campus, the long ponytail swayed with the wind, and the red dancing shoes glowed under the feet. That autumn day seems to be particularly beautiful, with a touch of bright red in the sun. And my heart, more warm color.
Youth is flying, the stillness of the heart will come a rabbit from time to time. However, they will always be caught by hunters.
There is always a letter lying quietly on the desk, even every day. No surprise, no disturbance, but it makes my heart beat. If you want to tear it down, you are afraid; if you don't, you are curious. Panicked to the book as a shield, hanging sheep's head to sell dog meat, under the Chinese documents to hide the embarrassment of reading letters. In fact, there is no excessive words, nothing more than what can do homework together, can I borrow your composition to have a look at it and so on. But the hands of the opposite sex come regularly in a hazy form, which is undoubtedly a far-fetched hint to me. Face, still can not help but red. Then squint at that do not want to see but want to see the corner, coincidentally, to meet is a warm look. And I, really finished, immediately lying on the table. In the end, I told my brother all about it, and I would rather my lonely wild stick to an Enron security. And the rabbit, which was first involved in my wild heart, was caught and educated by the hunter, and was finally released on the condition of its future performance.
In the memory of youth, think about it, there is always an era of the pursuit of dreams, but also belong to the characteristics of the nature at that time. Stained with the color of the past, the interpretation of the moved at that time.
Like music, at that time the only way is to listen to the tape recorder to learn songs. Often forget to eat lunch, squatting in the class over and over again to rewind, while listening, while copying the lyrics. The charm of the four heavenly kings is far greater than that of today's pop stars, Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas and Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, making it difficult for me and too many girls to sleep. Jeans, break dancing, disco, and those pasted avatars of stars all appeal to me like a dream. The diary is covered with portraits of stars, along with lyrics, and such a treasure book is enough to show off after class. I have been in the habit of listening to music from junior high school to high school and finally to college. I spent countless days with the tape recorder. Like a close lover, send out a different bel canto, in my lonely and sad days, accompany me through the luxury of hard time. The classic movies of the four Heavenly Kings are still fresh in my memory and become a memorial to my youth, like an undefeated flower.
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