At that time, the years were 355 - snow in winter, and I fell in love with the girl of my dreams: so beautiful, and so short

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In the cold winter, Yue'e and I met in the car; it was also in the cold winter that Yue'e began to walk into my dreams; or in the cold winter, we fell in love.

I don't know, secretly like a person, is not early love. I remember that after I went to junior high school, I liked Tang Jing, whose grades were inseparable from mine. Because our grades are very good, we are generally in the top three of the school. So when taking exams, we often sit at the front and back tables. Tang Jingren is as its name suggests, like a beautiful ancient song that has been quiet for many years. However, in the second half of the second semester of junior high school, a storm struck. Tang Jing's class teacher has a daughter, who is in the same class as her, and has a good relationship. One night, I don't know who came up with the idea, anyway, Tang Jing stayed at her class teacher's home and slept with the class teacher's daughter. As a result, in the middle of the night, her class teacher quietly came to the bed where they were sleeping, and extended the hand of sin to Tang Jing in her sleep...

Dreams are often beautiful, and reality is often harsh. Although the evil black hand did not succeed in the end, Tang Jing was no longer the original Tang Jing. Soon, her beastly homeroom teacher was quietly disposed of by the school. How to deal with it, the specific is not clear, anyway, it is left. Tang Jing also quickly transferred.

Many years later, when I saw Tang Jing again in the street market, the years did not seem to change her appearance, but in her eyes, there was more of a faint sadness after the precipitation of the years. After talking to each other in a restrained manner, I knew that she had gone to college. With her intelligence, the previous type of undergraduate should be fine.

In the third year of junior high school, maybe due to the huge pressure of further education, or because of loneliness, I had a crush on a girl in the same class. She is the school flower named Ru Meng. Although the results are excellent, she is still a native of baozi, and in the most simple way, she expresses her good feelings for her, such as enthusiastically helping her solve problems that she will not.

I remember in the moonlight of the playground, she gave me melon seeds to eat. The way to send it was to grab a handful with my hand and put it in my hand. When we put it away, the skin of our hands had a lightning-like brief touch. It was the touch of this electric flint that made me unforgettable. I still remember that she gave me a picture of her in the flower bed path in front of the school, which attracted a lot of envy and hatred.

It was time for the third year of junior high school, I was heartbroken. I couldn't control my heart, and I always thought about Ru Meng. The result is that grades plummet. The results of the middle school entrance examination came down, and I did not get into the key high school. I chose to repeat the grade, but Ru Meng left and went to the secondary school teacher. Since then, there has been no contact with each other. Since then, I have been working hard. Youth may not reject hazy nostalgia, but it must not squander years at will! The next year, I did not pass the middle school entrance examination, but through the way of competition, with excellent results in the city, I went to the key high school in advance.

I believe that many people's first love is very simple, very unforgettable, often can not be forgotten for a lifetime. First love is like a flower with dewdrops, so beautiful and so fresh in the morning sun. However, it is often accompanied by the confusion and pain of youth, and it is often the end of no disease, and it goes away with the wind. After experiencing the great waves of time, there are often only those fragments like smoke and dreams.

When I met Yue'e, I was in the city of one high, she was in the city of three high; I was in the second year of high school, she was in the first year of high school. The two schools are a certain distance, but not too far away, and the bus arrives quickly. We studied together in the back seats of the classroom; we relaxed in the crystal moonlight; we shared each other's stories on the lawn of the playground; after the heavy snow, we built snowmen and had snowball fights in the snow. I can't forget the coolness of Yue'e stuffing a ball of snow into my neck, it was a kind of happy coolness; I can't forget the cute look when she stuffed the snow ball into my neck and hurriedly pulled it out.

When studying is tense, we "pass on the book to the wild goose". At that time, the Internet was not yet popular. E-mail, QQ and other tools are still just a legend. When there is a distance between each other, they still prefer to write letters. Every time I send the letter out, I will imagine what kind of look Yue'e will look like after receiving the letter: will she hang a smile on the corner of her mouth; will she read the words I have written with my heart with the warm current of happiness; will she also write a picturesque reply with deep affection like me, with a happy stream of love flowing in between.

Every letter that Yue'e came from was exquisite. The fragrant letter paper is not simply folded into a square, but made into two fluttering butterflies or two connected hearts. Every time I receive a letter from her, I feel a great sense of happiness. When opening letters, I was always careful for fear of damaging the pattern and paper, and I was always impatient in order to read the contents as soon as possible.

With the fragrance, with greed, I read it over and over again, so that at the end, the contents of several pieces of paper could be memorized in their entirety. Beautiful and dignified fonts, thoughtful words, and affectionate blessings, like a gushing spring, flowed into my "insatiable greed" heart.

But "no one has a thousand days, and no flowers have a hundred days of red." "Happiness is often short-lived.