The day before yesterday, a girl said to me on QQ:
"Do you know, who's who, who's who, who's going to get married tomorrow?"
Whoever and who is who is who, are our junior high school classmates, and they are married.
The groom, on the other hand, was once a girl's sweetheart. For this matter, the evaluation given by a girl is: I never expected it
It was as if the wedding, thousands of miles away, was just a drama of the ages, but there was no superfluous emotion.
Then I greeted each other with a certain girl and joked with each other. I ate sand in the Northwest Great Gobi, she sunbatheed on the beach in Hainan, the south and the north have not been seen for more than a year, not to mention a long time, but can also be a greeting.
Maybe she's getting married, maybe I am. We talked about each other's feelings and marriage dates, and the things that followed each other, and cheered each other on, at least we haven't lost to reality.
When Cavan was there, I sent a notice asking for materials, and she left a message saying: Then write about my old friend.
Then I will write about her old friend.
Memories and high Li generation
Remembering with Gao Li generation, killing people in the red dust. Li Du was momentarily bright but felt sorry for each other. To be precise, Du Zimei was first Li Taibai's horse boy, plus Gundam Fu, and the three of them had a period of youthful madness.
Because my mother was once a glorious private teacher in a primary school, in my childhood memory, fighting and skipping class, not handing in homework and other recreational activities have nothing to do with me, talking in class, doing small actions were punished by the teacher, this is the limit, the tofu skewers and spicy strips sold at the entrance of the primary school have always been something I can't hope for. In contrast, the Oden that is sold all over the street today is slag.
I have known a certain girl for many years, elementary school classmates, fake leave can also be regarded as a small hair. I don't remember what I looked like when I was a child, but it was roughly thin and dark, and the look of a tomboy. The writing is very good, probably practiced. The most impressive thing is to hold a set of hard-skinned "General History of China" reading.
When she went to junior high school, she disappeared, and when she came back, she was one level lower than me. What happened here, I don't know. When I was a freshman in high school, she was in her third year of junior high school, and my former homeroom teacher took them to our school physical education exam and met again, and it seemed that it was still very dark.
Later, when she went to high school on the East Side, we had correspondence. Letter of letter. At that time, writing letters was still popular among high school students, and the window of the communication room at the entrance to the school was overcrowded when it came to the recess. At that time, there was no SMS reminder, only to run to see it diligently, and I was as happy to receive the letter as the New Year.
Girls generally use that kind of beautiful stationery to write letters, folded into a very beautiful shape. I just grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it, and when I finished writing, I threw it in the mailbox. The kind of envelope with a stamp, about a piece of five one. This kind of thing can no longer be found in the modern city.
At that time, I was very able to write a few crooked poems, and I felt good, and I always thought of myself as a poet and inker, and I always had three hundred Tang poems and Song poems around me, so I was so deep that I was forced to be ignorant. Toward the end of high school, she gave me a notebook with some poems we had written in correspondence, which was a souvenir. Later, I also wrote something up, but the handwriting was so ugly that it ended this shameful move.
In my freshman year, she was in her third year of high school, and she was about to enter the critical stage of the college entrance examination, she lost love, and the whole person was like a lone ghost, wandering in the street with her when she returned home for the New Year, but she didn't know how to comfort her. Later, when she was admitted to Hainan, she could only be a long mountain and a wide river, and the rivers and lakes were far away.
Innocence as a teenager
Looking northwest to Chang'an, poor countless mountains.
I'm just a pseudo-Wenqing, I was, and I am now.
This girl is Zhen Wenqing.
He can write a gentle hand, and his works have been repeatedly published in various magazines. The brush is a hard pen, and it can be written and martial. Understand the rhythm of music, can fill in words, and has a bookish atmosphere. He loves photography and travel. There is life, there is fun, there is ideals, there is pursuit.
Well, very good, very good, all very good.
But what you see is only one in ten thousandth of someone else's life.
All the pain and darkness live only in the folds of our lives, and all the brilliance stays only on the surface and breaks at the touch.
When she was in college, there were not many connections, but she could always see her tossing and turning around in her own world from space. Laugh when you're happy, and die when you're unhappy.
Everyone has their own way of life, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, the things in your backpack can only be seen by yourself, and others won't go through it. Good or bad, just in that second it seems important.
May you ride the sea breeze of Sanya and go anywhere you want to go. When he returned, he was still naïve as a teenager.