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Page 1: You are my boudoir dream, the vault in the beauty dream.

Arouse acacia, hate the riverside, and meet in a vague dream. Next to Naihe Bridge, rain is the curtain, fog is the hope, and we will meet in the afterlife. It was you who exchanged the pain of a thousand years of torture for my sadness. Dreams are dreams after all, and love will never come again. I am like a clarinet persistent lyrical dusk, vaguely repenting, praying at the ferry, thinking in tears at the bow, sadly breaking Penglai in the dream of lovesickness, and ending the song when the lamp is alone with the moon.

Going back late, Penglai can't be seen. It's hard to pour a chestnut into the sea, meet in a dream, and it's chilly. When, when, I can be a waste in your dreams. I am speechless, Fahua is a green hill, and it is difficult to raise a swallow in a lonely building without a moon. Those vertical and horizontal ties, lovesickness against cold smoke, one person holding a thousand years of silks and satins, and two butterflies setting off fireworks, all these are difficult to do.

A wisp of willow, an inch of heart, met in the misty rain last night, and now it is touching. Vaguely in sight, under the eaves of acacia, dreams break the cold smoke of acacia. It's like you are standing at the window, I can't tell the boundary with you, just like your shadow touched my sense of smell and nerves, I can't tell the details, and I rushed at you like crazy. Whether you run away or go crazy, it's for me. You are not afraid to throw away misty rain, just like breaking through the story in the fence and giving me beautiful love.

Pick the fragrance of dreams, hold a lovesick dream, cut red feelings and cut green shadows. You are the vault of my dreams. Listening to "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", the song in the dream is not only tears, but also your reflection. Like stroking the powder of your white pearl, it is also like a song wrapped in sapphire. On the bright amber, it is like a pool of blue water, quietly sliding down your rippling eyes. Flowers, abstracted into strange colors and trees, abstracted into endless rings, time is the inaudible sound of running water, and space is the invisible shadow of the atmosphere. As soon as I touched your bowstring, I turned into your shadow and began to look for your soaring wings.

The starting point and the ending point are very important. All you want is waves. Seeing the scenery in the rain and feeling it in the dream is like a pool of shadows in Ling Bo. Love is like water, the small building is smoked, and the spring dream flute sings.

"The door is separated by flowers, the dream is old, the sunset is silent, the swallow is sad, and the fragrance of jade is touching the small curtain hook" is like the painful separation between you and me, which is real and illusory, and the feeling of silence. Those who are flashy cover up thin, and Bai Yutang is worried about cotton. Even together, it is so short, and parting is so far away.

Counting cold smoke in a haggard dream makes people worry about the mirror. One day, a bunch of grapes suddenly ripened in my hand. I am like a beautiful painter, like a childhood dream, so precious that I dare not take it off. It's like I'm standing on the top of that high mountain. In the crevice of the cliff, in the soil of the rock, I saw the growing grapes swaying on the cliff and rock. I want to block my window, but the roots of the grapes can't go any deeper.

The land is a fish, a heart, a portrayal of the blue sky. The height of the dream is ups and downs, and I feel like a soul-stirring eruption, a volcano of water, a hand holding a green sword to split the reef, like dew falling on a coral island, soaking your song of bravely raising your hooves. The disappointment of the sea is in my dream, and you are my motionless cloud.

I can't give you a decent answer just like I can't give you a decent love. I am depressed and confused. It's like hanging under my roof in the middle of the night, but you dare not touch it. Silent water, like a snail in a dream, cannot find a place to live. The beginning and end of tears are you, and you are the tears of my lovesickness.

Whispering between the beams, you are the first time in my dream. At night, the setting sun shines on the water, rolling light waves and sinking dreams for thousands of miles. Half dream, half awake and half gone with the wind, you are my boudoir dream shadow, the vault in the beauty dream.

Article 2: Art students walk in the faint golden dusk.

17 years old, an art student changed classes.

On the day of school, the teacher brought him to report for duty. He reluctantly lowered his eyes, stood on the podium and carefully introduced himself: My name is banker Mu. Seeing the beautiful and proud arc of the artist's long eyelashes, my heart is like an open soda, churning tiny and enthusiastic bubbles. Why do boys have those doll-like eyelashes? It doesn't make sense.

Art students are tall and big. They like to wear loose white shirts and sit quietly in the corner of the last row of the classroom. He doesn't have to take math class because he is exempt from the college entrance examination. In fact, he seldom comes to all subjects, which basically belongs to grazing study. Every time he wears some disdainful long eyelashes and strides past my desk with long legs, he will make a clatter all the way. 1, 2, 3, 4, I often count like this. When I counted to 6, the click stopped, and then there was a loud noise from the tables and chairs-the art student came to the seat.

In the class with art students present, my back is extremely tense and sensitive. I couldn't help but turn my head and take a quick look, but I still couldn't successfully detect his dynamics. This road is really long and far, and there are many obstacles.

Once, I handed out papers for an English teacher in class, and when I saw his papers, his scores were in a mess, and the word banker was very handsome and elegant. He's not at his desk. I'm fooling around there. There is a red tin pencil box on the desk with a transformer printed on it, which makes a familiar clatter when accidentally picked up. I can't help but open it: a whole box of sharpened drawing pencils! I was inexplicably excited, as if I knew a huge secret that no one knew.

Yes, I like art students, and I don't want to hide it at all, even if it is 17 years old.

I bought half a dozen imported drawing pencils in an art shop and put them in the side pocket of my schoolbag. Every day I fantasize about meeting an art student unexpectedly somewhere and then taking out my pencil for him. I said happily and appropriately, "I'm Li Xi, the banker. "Can you come to class every day?"

I fantasized about this plan too many times, and before I could implement it, the art students suddenly disappeared. No one knows what he did. I was so disappointed that I even wondered if he thought I liked him, so he deliberately avoided me. On duty, I went to clean his desk and chair. The stool is an old thing dragged out of the school warehouse, and the slight movement is earth-shattering. I quietly changed his stool and bought a small bucket of blue acrylic paint to help him brush his old mottled desk. I never thought of being so kind to a person, but I was kind to him and even forgot to care about the response.

When the dealer appeared again, the zipper of my schoolbag had rubbed off a shallow paint line from the orange barrel of the pencil.

During the messy class break, I handed the drawn pencil to the dealer. I am afraid that he will disappear unpredictably again. Half a dozen pencils became a compromise gift, and with that warm and slightly sour girl's heart, I gave them away hastily and ceremoniously. I rehearsed the dialogue thousands of times, but I couldn't say a word. My hand holding a pencil hangs quietly in the air, my heart is full of inexplicable sadness, and my eyes are very dramatic.

This should be a great confession, right?

The dealer took the pencil and was as quiet as usual.

The next day in class, I found that my stool was changed back, and there was a Sunkist orange with a simple smile on it.

The banker comes to class, and we walk together after school. Choose a long way and walk slowly. Sometimes I talk a lot, as if just to fill the free time when the dealer doesn't talk. Sometimes I will be very silent and ashamed to reflect on my chatter the day before.

The banker said, "Li Xien, you are very lively. "

"Yes, I love life! But the banker is kind, why do you always hang your eyes and be listless? "

The boy in white replied lightly, "I'm not interested in this world." There is nothing worthy of my concern. "

I was secretly sad for this sentence for a while, and I wish I hadn't taken medicine. What a muddled day. I like the harmony of bankers, which is unreasonable, disorganized and hopeless. Do bankers like me? I don't know. Those faint evenings in Phnom Penh, we just got together aimlessly and kicked stones all the way.

After the college entrance examination, I was admitted to a normal university in the north. The dealer passed the art major course, but he had to stay in school to repeat it because of the poor cultural course.

I bought a drawing pencil with novel design from the city where I went to school and waited for the dealer at the school gate. His doll-like eyelashes rose happily, and he was very tall, smiling slightly in the sunset. The banker took the pencil and took my hand. His hands are wide and cold, and his fingers are clean. The boys passing by screamed with strange voices, and I walked a little erratic, and countless sweet and happy bubbles rose in my heart.

However, not long after the class resumed, the banker was in a bad mood repeatedly and began to say something very extreme and frustrating on the phone. Homework can't be made up, there is no future, no tomorrow, whether it is him or us.

I try to be considerate of him, but I will still be secretly scratched by these words. After a long time, no matter how strong the healing ability is, it will be exhausted by the newly superimposed small wounds. When I hung up again, I admitted that I was a little tired, but I didn't despair.

I want to see the banker.

In order to save money, I made two copies of * * *, and I also began to sort out the notes of various subjects in high school for the banker. For the first time, I tried my best.

But the banker suddenly disappeared again. The empty beep on the other end of the phone makes the connection between us look so fragile, and a lot of writing makes my middle finger feel a cocoon-like pain. I looked at those strange pencils on the desk and saw my wishful thinking from beginning to end for the first time. I understood for the first time that you can't pay for love without considering the response.

Finally found him, but he has a bad temper. Fighting with someone at school, he was suspended for three weeks, and his father locked him in his room and was not allowed to answer the phone. He is in a bad mood. He said all this with confidence, as if it were all his own fault. I finally shouted at the other end of the phone: "Banker, why did you call?" Didn't you promise to study hard? Have you ever cared about me? We really have no tomorrow. We have nothing! "

Yes, I just like a boy, and I don't know what to think. My love can be great and selfless enough to melt everything. There are so many unexpected thorns behind love that break my heart and frustrate me.

I have learned that people in this world put off any difficulties until time. Time is the most invincible, love and hate, past lives, how unforgettable in front of time, looking back is just a faint dust. Besides, my first love.

When I graduated, I grew a centimeter taller and found a good job.

A male colleague in the department moved for dinner, and the wall was covered with photos of him at various stages. At such an irrelevant moment, I suddenly saw the banker. 1997, the banker stood among the teenagers who graduated from junior high school, smiling brightly. My heart is pounding, but I still casually ask, "Where is this man now?" There used to be girls in the dormitory who knew him very well. "

Colleagues are drunk: "the banker is harmonious! Our families used to be neighbors. He has bad luck. He is a lively boy, but his parents divorced and he became a different person. When I was a sophomore, I turned away. I heard that I made a girlfriend there, but I don't want to tell it. It seems like a secret. Later, because the girls fought, the girls also dumped him. He took the college entrance examination three times and then went to college. This person has always been very sensitive and proud, and feels that he can't get into a good school and is not worthy of that girl. Now that the family has moved, there is no news at all. "

"Fight for that girl?"

"Yes, some people say that his girlfriend took the initiative to chase him, and it is definitely not a good girl to take the initiative to deliver it. He rushed up and beat someone up and refused to review. I advised him at that time, and he said that there are not many people he cares about in this world, and no one can hurt the people he cares about ... "

I rushed out to take a taxi and rolled down in tears.

where am I going? Mr. Mu, where can I get you back? 17 years old, I really don't know anything about love. I enthusiastically and nervously adhered to my "selfless and fearless" attitude, but I never really got to know you. What do you think, what have you experienced, and what kind of heart do you care about me?

In those years, the twilight was four-in-one, kicking stones aimlessly all the way, but I didn't learn what to express properly, I didn't know how to look back and I didn't know how to face the future. We smiled at each other and held hands, thinking that all eternity had ended.

Article 3: Love is unrequited in heaven.

I have never had such a real dream as today, as if it were within my reach. In my dream, Qiangqiang and I walked arm in arm on the elevator. He is wearing light blue jeans, a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt hat turned over on the jacket, and a faint smile on his face, which is really beautiful. I told him absently, "You are a person who treats others better than you."

"Really?" He nodded and smiled meaningfully.

Love doesn't reward hard work, and then ... Zhuang Xiaoting's phone call, I woke up. It turned out that she made me sing in the till. "I have an appointment with Song Jingming ..."

"Ah, you have figured it out. You want to get back together with him? "

"Well, I'm afraid he won't come, so let's say a few classmates get together and ask him to be strong, too?"

"Well, whatever."

Four years ago, Qiangqiang, Zhuang Xiaoting and Song Jingming and I were sensational lovers on campus.

When freshmen enter school, second-rate instructors who don't know where the school came from brazenly eat tofu from female students while taking advantage of military training. Most people dare to be angry and dare not speak. Although Zhuang Xiaoting and I are not in the same class, we just stand in the first row. Without much discussion, we won the strong harmony among the boys next to us, and wanted to ask several people to report to the school, but no one wanted to stand up except the four of us.

Four people simply found the student affairs office directly. I didn't expect the director of the student affairs office to be vague and want to get rid of it in a few words. After a few more words, I began to threaten again, to the effect that the new freshmen will get good results in the future.

God knows where we got the courage. We spent three days in the principal's office, and finally caught the busy principal's adult and forced him to go to the stadium to watch the whole process of the abnormal instructor eating girl tofu. In a rage, the principal even dismissed the director of the student affairs office.

After this incident, the headmaster had a good impression on Qiangqiang and Song Jingming. He not only urged them to join the student union as vice presidents, but also issued an invitation to stay and teach.

How clever and tactful Song Jingming is. He firmly seized this opportunity and achieved great success. With a mouthful of golden words, he is like a duck to water in the school office and the school office, and has become a veritable celebrity. However, he refused in person, indicating that he was not there. The headmaster didn't push him, just smiled and said that everyone has their own interests.

Yes, everyone has their own ideas. This is the difference between Song Jingming and Xi Qiang. In my eyes, Song Jingming is too middle-class and complicated. Zhuang Xiaoting doesn't think so. She thinks that Song Jingming is far-sighted, enterprising and ambitious, and her future is impossible.

After the military training, Zhuang Xiaoting and Qiang naturally established a love relationship and invited me to have dinner together. That night, Song Jingming was going to fix me up with Qiang, but when I was exulting, I couldn't figure out his mind.

He seldom contacts me on his own initiative, and occasionally meets me on campus, and just nods to say hello. After waiting for nearly three months, Ji Qiang didn't have any intention to do anything to me, and he didn't see any reply after repeated tests. Finally, I couldn't hold back my love and launched a general attack on him. The whole L University, who was in school in 2006, almost knows my "excellent deeds". I never think this is a shameful thing. Like a person, dare to confess to him, pursue and verify your love, and pursue the life you want. What is shameful?

During my four years in college, I spent all my spare time pursuing success. Strong personality is more withdrawn. Apart from playing basketball and Go in his spare time, he has always been a loner. For him, I changed my journalism major to economic management, and finally I was in the same class with him, sticking to him like a dog skin plaster from morning till night; I found a member of a provincial basketball team as a basketball coach online, and received formal training, shooting, dribbling, layup, and even referee common sense. I learn from my roommate's cousin, who won the second place in the provincial Go competition. My classmate's cousins pay special attention to love.

He is studying in the classroom, and I sit beside him and listen to MP4 quietly. He went to the library to read a book, and I looked for the same book opposite him. Occasionally, I looked up and saw his focused expression, pure and indifferent eyes under long eyelashes, and my heart was pounding.

From the initial passive acceptance to the later "reciprocity", Qiang has more and more contacts with me and is used to discussing with me what happened and where to go. But when I think of what I said that night when I strongly promised to be with me, I feel a little uneasy. "Liang Jia, I understand your heart and know that you love very hard. But I don't have as much love as you. I don't know if it's because I don't love love itself, or if I haven't met a person who told me to mobilize all my brain cells and have a vigorous love. I like you, thank you. But if I say gratitude is greater than love, will you still be with me? "

Where can I refuse? I'm afraid it's too late to get excited now Heaven rewards diligence, and heaven rewards diligence. Even if Qiangqiang is a piece of ice that won't melt, I can change its edges and hardness.

After graduating from college, Zhuang Xiaoting and Song Jingming bought a house in the city. They plan to get married in a year or two when economic conditions are better. Less than half a year later, we broke up repeatedly, and finally broke up completely after the seventh break-up.

Now that we have just broken up for more than a month, Zhuang Xiaoting wants to rekindle the old love. I did Sarah laugh. If I know this, why should I know it?

As for me and Qiang, for so long, I always pay too much, and Qiang always seems to be unhurried, indifferent to everything and not interested in anything. Even if I go to the hospital with a fever, he just plays games quietly at home, occasionally calls me to order at the fast food restaurant downstairs, and then continues to play with everything, and life remains the same.

Occasionally doubt your choice. However, during my four years in college, I gave him all my best youth, and the thought of losing it made my heart ache.

3. When I got to the cashier, Zhuang Xiaoting leaned on me with a heavy heart, showing rare depression and no desire to sing at all.

"If you say that he has something to do, you won't come over." Song Jingming explained to me. Seeing that I was a little disappointed, he added: "Come on, you should have more fun without boys." When I was in a daze, he had ordered a good song and sang it in a variety of ways.

At Song Jingming Zhuang Xiaoting angrily, a fool can see the sadness in her eyes. "What do you think are the chances that he will agree to get back together?" She asked me.

"Say ..."

"Jingming, is this the room?" Two girls wearing fashionable clothes suddenly broke into the house, which made Zhuang Xiaoting and I a little confused.

The girl at the beginning has a Bob head, fluffy hair with a C-bend, long at the front and short at the back, and a smooth neck lining. The girl behind her is wearing a chiffon sling. Song Jingming greeted them with a big smile. "Let me introduce you. This is my college classmates Zhuang Xiaoting and Liang Jia. " He grabbed Bob by the head. "Xiaoting, Liang Jia, this is my girlfriend Wenyi," he said, pointing to the girl with suspenders. "This is Qi Xiaoxiao, my girlfriend's best friend."

On the way home, Zhuang Xiaoting was livid and silent. When she got home, she threw away her high heels and sat on the sofa like a log. I went to the refrigerator to get a drink, and found that she was crying, tears were falling, black eye shadow slipped down her cheeks, and her face was black. I patted her on the shoulder and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Liang Jia, why only a month, he found a good home for himself? I was so cleanly removed from my heart by him? "

"I want to make up with him with 100% sincerity today. Today, on the road, I always told myself to control my bad temper and take all the mistakes on myself. I want to tell him that I can't live without him ... "

"I want him back."

"I depend on him for everything."

"You go to help me beg him, you go to get him back ..."

4. Since then, Zhuang Xiaoting waited downstairs in Song Jingming's company every day, and gave her lunch and health soup at noon. Although Song Jingming refused repeatedly, she followed him nervously. She stroked every gift that Song Jingming bought for herself, firmly believing that he would come back one day. When they were in love, he whispered those vows in her ear, and she set a lifetime validity period for them alone. She went to the mall to buy various brands of clothes that he liked. He invited the courier company to return the clothes one by one, until the credit card was maxed out and the foreign debt continued, and she still refused to give up.

When he loves you, all you do is call him crazy love; When he doesn't love you, everything you do becomes unbearable harassment for him. Song Jingming decided to break up with Zhuang Xiaoting and changed her house and mobile phone number. When she left the company, she always had her front and back doors scouted and double-checked before she left. ZhuangXiaoTing fan the air several times, a person sitting in front of the building of Song Jingming company cry about it.

On a thunderstorm night, I went to Song Jingming Company to meet Zhuang Xiaoting, and saw a woman lying on the ground, covered in muddy water, screaming hysterically at the sky. At that moment, I could hardly believe my eyes. What about Zhuang Xiaoting, who is in high spirits? What about Zhuang Xiaoting, who turned her head 100% on campus and charmed junior students?

Zhuang Xiaoting was seriously ill and was in a coma for three days and two nights. While I was busy with Zhuang Xiaoting's love with her, my lovely strong classmate sent me a short message with only one sentence: "I fell in love with the woman who told me to go through fire and water."

He didn't even bother to break up or even tell me.

I naturally don't have Zhuang Xiaoting's courage and boldness. Through the case of Zhuang Xiaoting, I got a glimpse. Even if I try again, it will be the same fate and ending as her.

At Zhuang Xiaoting's bedside, I heard her hazy gibberish: "Heaven rewards diligence, Jingming, I will work hard." In the dark night, I can't even see the light and shadow. Xiao Ting, how can I tell you? Through diligent, unremitting and hard work, you have been admitted to a prestigious school and found a good job. Your colleagues recognize you and your leaders support you, so you have a good room for promotion and can open up a better life step by step. However, love has never been rewarded by God.

No matter how much you pay, he still goes in the other direction-heaven rewards diligence, in the final analysis, it's just a deceptive trick.