【To youth, windy day】
Author: I think it was an unexpected encounter
You didn't ask the wind to let it tell you if you missed me; you didn't ask the little flowers on the side of the road, whether they saw me on the side of the road.
You have not seen the world, just stand on the shoulders of your parents to see the world in their eyes, you do not have to be perfect, as long as you stand under the sun, you can be incomparably dazzling, you did not ask me whether the wind was blowing into the heart.
The summer wind should not be strong, in my memory the wind blew through everyone's youth, the messy rolls and scratch paper danced with the wind, and we had a heavy snow in the summer. Later, the summer wind blew away away each of our inner throbbing, tired of the wind at the beach, back to the less prosperous town, connected to the network of wires, constantly flashing traffic lights, dilapidated houses hanging outside the word rental, teenagers carrying school bags on the road that even battery cars rushed to the road.
A few white clouds appeared in the sky, the sun scorched the soul, in countless days of wind and cranes, the moment when youth appeared, the gap between the black and white blocks of the piano played by the fingertips, the breeze blew away the dust on the blackboard, in the blink of an eye, I lay on the table and slept, you slapped me on the shoulder and shouted me up, saying "The sunset is about to go down", I looked up and saw the sunset outside the window, like the six thousand eight hundred and fifty-two sunsets I watched with you, the wind blew through the playground running, she opened her mouth without shouting, and let the surrounding wind blow into her mouth, She said, "On a windy day, it's best for running, because everything I want to say tells the wind."
Wild chrysanthemums are everywhere, roses are withering, and no one cares.
In the classroom of the college entrance examination, everyone worked hard to write the test paper, as if the test paper could see what their future looked like, I wrote until I stopped writing halfway, only to know that it was difficult for us to meet after the college entrance examination, suddenly a gust of wind came to bring vigorous rain, so in the language composition wrote the sentence "We shake the summer sky, fall into the sky full of stars into the dream" At the graduation ceremony, they said the ideal university, you said to me "Even if you don't see, you will be safe in the years", in the flying Kong Ming lamp, there is such a sentence written in pencil.
"On this windy day, I tried to hold your hand."
One season has changed, one season has changed. From the sting to the summer, from the autumn equinox to the frost, the teacher said"The cold is not afraid of the dark morning, the heat is not afraid of mosquito bites", the dust on the blackboard is superimposed layer by layer, just like the thick test paper on our desktop, the girl with the ponytail spreads her coiled hair, a wisp of fragrance comes with a fresh breath, disturbing the teenager's thoughts, after being woken up by the chalk of the podium, I stand up silly, such silhouettes follow the wind blowing the curtains, all disappeared into the empty classroom, I sat alone on the desk in the first row, It was as if you could get back to us after sleeping at the table.
The wind blows the folds of time to turn the page, our time begins to count down, do not know where we are going on this train? Who gets off the bus halfway, travels through the time, the inner ruin has long been devastated, the caffeine prisoner is not addicted, Klein's blue begins to be concrete at this moment, the rose-colored sky is connected overhead, misplaced time and space, can not distinguish the distance. The scent of the air suffocated me, and I gasped heavily, trying to break free from this endless bondage.
In the days to come, I will still be touched by the beauty that has always been deep, not because I am sentimental, but because there was a light shining on the dark balcony, bringing warmth, which is enough to make me think of you for the rest of my life, and the evening wind on the seashore blows her hair side by side, and I will look at the sunset that is about to set on the distant mountain. You say that such a night is like a campfire lit a few years ago, you dance by the fire, the stars are always around, we use the camera to record the trajectory of the planet, I point to the brightest star and say, "We are ordinary, but we want to shine", to use our own light to illuminate the people next to us.
You don't have to pretend to be nervous like that, just the hair is slightly raised in the corner of the mouth, and I carefully flick it so that it doesn't rely so much on the corner of your mouth. May the wind pass through the world, and remember your gentleness. You are obsessed with it, afraid that such a dream will fall into the sea, I cut through the sunset and lose the light of the sky, melt into the blood of youth, as if such a dream did not wake up for a few days, fortunately, the wind gradually understood, the language in your eyes is not a little deceptive. Miss is such an immutable, you said that the wind of youth runs through the school uniform, blowing so cool.
Source: Tang in the smoke wave
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