I have a crush on bitterness. Idle people nag, you are not idle, nothing to do, nothing to do. The two doors were wooden, which was quite laborious to do; on both sides were bluestone piers prominently decorated with blue and well-proportioned small stone flower wrinkles, and a round pit in the middle was used to rotate the door back and forth; such a door was now the old wooden door. I think it was a very glorious façade in the old days. I miss it, I don't really like it, the people in that small courtyard have a crush on many, and it has suffered my heart.
The courtyard was very old, and the etiquette was very strange. Three blue-tiled houses, the front eaves support four thick round pole-like pillars, painted with big red paint, the top and the sorghum sticking out. I went without looking for etiquette, the first impression, the hairy boy, no money and no power; the second impression, not sincere enough, the lack of tutoring; the second impression, just this is here, nothing to show; I am as thick as a pig, no etiquette. My pure mother didn't even want to look at him, who was he? Sitting in the main house longing to speak, she blushed slightly, and embarrassedly said that she was a junior high school classmate. But I was there, swallowing a mouthful of words. I came abruptly, just looking for that feeling of attachment, and it was difficult to talk. She looked at me confused. Seeing my mother, I became a fool, a little strange and overwhelmed. The red pillar made my face even redder.
I was invited out of the gloomy courtyard, and at the door I still had many fantasies, touching the top tree in front of the door, whether I wanted to have a spring dream. Running like flowers on the green field, stepping on the green and oily wheat seedlings, she fished for the thin line of the kite in her hand, tight and tight and unwilling to let go. I couldn't stay here, her mother's teeth were mixed with contempt and humiliation. If her mother's eyes were not too difficult to say, then the fun left early.
I was disappointed to sew into it, not to make people tease, ridicule, ridicule, coax away... My face will be gone.
I looked back at the threshold, it was high but not high, but how could it be so harsh on people? Is it missing? I am still vague, in childhood, in innocence, in stubborn opinions about what I think. She had a friend in one word, don't come again. My crush turned into a pool of stagnant water without being alarmed. The back card is not necessarily a good thing, and without knowing it, the high threshold cannot be climbed. No matter how hot your blood is boiling, true love is just a floating cloud.