<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > love is the eternal theme in the green years. </h1>
Looking back on love, there are always some inexplicable feelings. Old age is easy, red face is easy to pass away. Butterflies can't hate the sea, and the millennium also paints and flies; the wood and grass are yellow and old, and the spring wind melts the snowflakes and returns.
At the right age, it is a pity not to rush to do the right thing. Those regrets about love have finally turned into unforgettable memories, unwilling to mention, and can not forget, only hope that the years are quiet, the people of the end of the world dream of the same year...
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > Story One: The Girl at the Front Table</h1>
Everyone in middle school has a dream about the girls at the front table. In my middle school days, there was only one front desk, a mild-mannered girl. Rather than being a coincidence, I would rather believe it was fate's arrangement, and several times in a row of seats, she sat in front of me.
The ignorant love of the middle school era may really have nothing to do with beauty and ugliness: her shoulders are very wide, her back is very straight, her legs are very round, she does not have long flowing hair, and she does not have a prosperous face... That's how she attracted me. In the seat, I could smell her hair; in the pupils, all that was focused was her figure... Every smile she gave me was mesmerizing.
Three years passed in a flash, and I thought that she probably understood my thoughts; and my words "I love you" were always in my heart. All the lovesickness and memories are condensed on a double photo at graduation. At this point, there is no more intersection...
Late at night, dream back to the year, will I say the words "I love you"?
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > Story Two: Love is like a gust of wind</h1>
Love is like a gust of wind
Blow it and go
Such a rhythm
There is nothing anyone can do
……
When Jay Chou's "Tornado" sang the streets and alleys, I experienced the fastest and fastest love: college, late night, playground, male abundance and handsomeness, female beauty like a flower. In this way, they strolled on the playground of the university, walked through the shadows of the trees, walked through the moonlight...
The girl happily talks about her past and hometown, and the boy has the game he just started in the notebook...
That's right, the boy is me. Speaking of which, the enrollment is not long, the days of acquaintance are naturally not long, and the girl asked me to stroll in the playground after dinner.
The girl bought a lot of snacks and snuggled up next to me with a big bag. We walked round and round on the playground, eating everything from the first light to the snacks.
Because I was worried about the upgrade of the game, after eating snacks, I said to the girl: Go back, and then lock the door in the dormitory at night. I sent the girl downstairs to the girls' dormitory, and took a quick glance, and the meaning in her eyes was profound?
Then, there was no then...
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > Story Three: Once Out of Your Window, Sent You Away</h1>
Has there ever been a girl who you stood outside her window singing for her?
Many people have had similar experiences singing love songs to girls they like. When I met a girl I liked in college, I did what seemed like the bravest thing at the time.
There was no formal acquaintance, it was an unexpected coincidence. When I saw her again and again in open classes, everything about her was imprinted on my mind. The coaxing of my classmates gave me the courage to go up to my blood. In full view of everyone, I asked for her phone number.
Her bedroom was on the fifth floor, and countless times I wandered downstairs, looking at the figure on the curtain, using text messages to tell her feelings, deep in love, and singing love songs.
She never refused, never accepted. When I graduated, I helped her with her suitcase and got on the bus together. I put her on the train and watched her leave... That was our only solitude.
Years after graduation, I knew we lived in the same city, and we kept her number in the phone book, but never contacted again.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">故事四：大被子里的纯聊天</h1>
People who play the game have more or less had the experience of running around. For hardcore players who have played the same game for eight years, it is even more inevitable.
My experience of running is lucky, it is not the beginning of happiness, nor is it the origin of nightmares, but it makes me understand a truth: love, not possession.
A K117 train, a 49-hour journey, from Beijing to Nanchong, all the way without seats, we met, like long-lost old friends.
During the day she went to work, and I waited for her in her little house. We eat together, go shopping together, watch the sunset and the moonrise together, and taste the prosperity of the city together. In just one week, we felt like we had a lifetime. At night, we slept under a quilt, honest and honest with each other but never crossed the line.
The night before we parted, we all cried and hugged each other in the quilt for a sleepless night. It was still light, and before she got up, she cried and said, "Or you want me."
I was speechless...
She helped me pack my bags and smoothed the corners of my clothes for the last time. The moment I got into the car, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
Ten years on, I have never regretted what I did at that time. I think she must have her own family, right? If we meet again, I just want to ask: Are you okay?
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">时光好不经用，抬头已是半生。 Green onion ignorant love is like this, people do not want to remember, but can not forget; the more people want to forget, and can not help but think of. Sour, sweet, astringent....</h1>