Is there anything that can make me sad? It's your shoulder.
Is there another place where I can imagine that it is your hair fragrance?
Is there anything else that can confuse me? It is your face.
Is there another place where I can walk? It's your arm.
Is there a place where I can hang out? It's your eyes. Love floats, floats across the port I missed.
Dreams can't save fragile souls.
Years are engraved with weather-beaten faces.
Finally, I realized that I really loved the person who left at the beginning-the repentance book suddenly forgot to wave goodbye.
Two lines of tears accompanied by laughter.
Like a desperate child
Standing alone on the edge of a cliff
Once a pair of eyes without complaint.
It remains the same after the storm.
How many faces have you forgotten in your hurry?
The only dream that has not forgotten your face drifting through youth.
Wake up in a deep sleep
I turned and left you.
I use my whole life to forget-"I use my whole life to forget". It is very early to like girls;
But loving someone can only be learned through first love. ...
Falling in love is easy, but getting along is too difficult!
Get married,
Sometimes this is a war between two families ... seventeen! I will never forget my age.
Seventeen! I saw new york, the art capital of the world, for the first time.
Seventeen! I had an unforgettable first love.
Seventeen! I am an age who likes writing, and my works are often published in journals inside and outside the school.
Know her, because she is the editor-in-chief of the school magazine of a medical college. At that time, she was contributing to a special report on "People's Views on Modern Times" ...
We will meet at the "Ji He Li" Western Restaurant opposite the Technical College.
She is wearing a white dress, while I am all black. Coincidentally, it is exactly the opposite two extremes.
She speaks slowly and is not angry ... Unlike the usual editor-in-chief, she always looks sharp and aggressive. ...
"Are you really that annoying?" She asked.
"Yes!" I gave a positive answer.
"What if I am one in the future?" She doesn't agree or object. I was puzzled and looked up at her. Her eyelashes are as long as mine!
Her face is not beautiful, but it is exquisite. Eyes always look at each other with certainty, a very cold and quiet girl, if judged from her appearance. ...
"If you are a girl in the future, you must have feelings!" I thought for a long time before I said, she suddenly stopped talking and bowed her head thoughtfully, as if I had said something wrong. ...
"You don't understand ..." She said.
What do you mean? What did I say wrong?
I came home with a question that day. A week later, I sent her the manuscript.
My title is "A Affectionate One", which mainly describes my experience of seeking medical treatment from childhood to adulthood. At present, many medical staff only treat patients' physical pain, regardless of their psychological diseases, and express my views.
A month passed, and I was told to attend the author's tea party, so I met her for the second time.
There are about three authors involved in writing this time, and the tea party is in a coffee shop near her school. ...
First of all, she thanked all the authors who participated in writing the manuscript, and then she hoped that each author would express his personal views on this topic. ...
Now I feel sick all over. I thought it was just people drinking tea to get the manuscript fee. I didn't expect the scene to be so serious!
"This time, I discussed the role played in the whole humanistic structure from the perspective of sociology. I think it is not just a profession, it is an inevitable social demand of human beings ... "
A NTU student spoke first, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
"What I want to say is overall education. I think there are still many shortcomings in the established system of training an excellent medical staff ... "A medical student went on to say, I understand, but I'm not interested.
"Universal insurance is very important ..." A business school student said plausibly. ...
I looked at them blankly, like a duck listening to thunder. ...
Aren't we going to discuss "people's views on modernity"? How can there be such words as sociology, lack of education and insurance? Isn't it right to write out your true feelings? How did it become such a difficult and boring special report?
Suddenly! I found that my work was put between the works of these people and seemed out of place. ...
"Zheng, what do you think?"
Huh? It's my turn ... look up, she's asking me; Looking around, there are eight pairs of eyes and sixteen eyes staring at me. ...
"I think you are boring!" Say that finish, I didn't even take the manuscript fee; Left on crutches.
Along the way, I suddenly felt relaxed in my chest, at least not to mention some lies that I don't even understand!
I took a deep breath and sang Let It Be, because it was so loud that passers-by were looking at me ... "Still angry?" Her voice came from the room. At about 5: 30 in the morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes while listening.
"I'm not angry, I just don't like ..." I said.
"I know." She interrupted me.
"At least you have to get paid. Your manuscript has been arranged for printing ... "
"How much is it?" I asked.
"One thousand three hundred and twenty-two dollars."
Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. ...
"Have you ever skipped class?"
Skip class? She replied, "No!"
"I want to skip class and spend the manuscript fee!"
"good!" I didn't expect her to answer so simply. ...
She drove to pick me up. It's a little red beetle!
When the door opened, a woman in a black jacket and a tight miniskirt sat in the driver's seat. ...
Is it the same person? I can't believe my eyes. ...
She smiled ... a little contemptuous!
"Sometimes you can't just look at people!" When she said this sentence, it was somewhat instructive.
She drives very fast. I asked her if she had a driver's license.
She said that she had just passed the exam, but she had been driving for two years. ...
She was eighteen and six months old that year, a whole year and a half older than me. The car drove to Tianmu, and she stopped in front of a building. ...
"This house belongs to my grandfather, and no one lived after his death."
She took out a remote control from the driver's seat, pressed one and the iron gate opened! Everything seems to be the plot of a detective movie. ...
He parked the car, took me across the courtyard and a small fountain, and then entered the house.
What you see is the hall with bright windows. The original floor is like a Taoist temple, with French windows on all sides.
There are four words hanging on the post, namely "cold", "quiet", "fine" and "expert" ...
"My grandfather is a; He is also a master of kendo! Our family is all except my grandmother. " She said, take me upstairs.
On the second floor, there are bedrooms, books and a small tea room ... what attracts me most is books. I found that except for two cabinets full of medical books; Her grandfather also collected many Japanese ukiyo-e paintings. ...
"My grandmother is Japanese; My grandfather studied in Japan in his early years and was deeply influenced by Japanese culture. "
She showed me a yellow photo on the desk. It's a young woman in a Japanese kimono and a young man in a Japanese military uniform. ...
"When my grandparents were young!" She said.
"How can your grandfather wear a Japanese military uniform?" I asked.
I don't know! My grandfather died when I was seven years old ... "She showed me many old photos from the drawer of another low cabinet. One of them is a photo of her when she was about four or five years old. Her grandfather taught her to raise her wrist to write. ...
"Can you write calligraphy?" I asked.
She smiled and didn't answer. Then, he took out rice paper and pen and ink from the desk drawer. ...
"Can you wipe ink?" She asked me in a crazy tone!
This is the first time in my life to help others grind ink; I will always write and others will grind ink. I'll see what she can do. ...
She raised her wrist and wrote a short line, "Yan Hexin is invisible!" The pen is vigorous and powerful, unlike the handwriting written by girls. ...
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"That the performance on the face is inconsistent with what you think. With this skill, you can hide your personality as you like. " Of course I know what she is implying!
"It's my turn!" I took her pen. ...
"You can also write in Chinese calligraphy?" She asked.
"Can you wipe ink?" I asked. This time she smiled!
I wrote a line on my wrist, "Yan Xinru walks as she pleases".
She quietly watched me finish, coldly say:
"You won't understand!"
I turned my head and stared at her. She avoided my eyes, stood up alone and walked out of the book. ...
Later, I heard an unheard-of Japanese song, and I went to the source of the sound curiously ... There was an old record on the old turntable at the bedside, and the stylus plunged into the concave pattern of its rotation, emitting a desolation with almost no "bass".
She squatted by the bed and translated it like this:
You should pay attention before the petals of cherry blossoms fall. When the soil buried her face, she couldn't see its smiling face.
But when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom! Time is so short, as if it is too late for youth, too late for youth. ...
That day, it was really crazy! Later, we went to the flower shop, paid me 1300 yuan for the manuscript, and then drove all the way south ... no purpose, just a competition!
I carefully peeled off the rose petals one by one and threw them out of the open window. ...
I looked at the red blood fragments scattered in the wind behind the car, like firebird feathers. ...
We scream! Until my voice became hoarse ... we started dating. She is a quiet girl, so we seldom go shopping or go to the movies ... most of the time we go to her grandfather's or my studio, and occasionally we have dinner or coffee outside.
She is a very popular girl; I am a rebellious bad boy, and we all have a tacit understanding. I don't want others to know that two people are together.
When I am with her, I can see the real other side of her. I always thought she was a strong and capable girl, but it wasn't all like this! Once she found a mouse in her yard, which scared her into a cold sweat ... she curled up on the sofa and trembled all over. I went to hug her, but she didn't refuse. Suddenly found that she was so fragile.
"I'm afraid of mice, too!" I was joking with her.
Another time I was painting in the studio, and she was catching up on the experimental report and fell asleep. Maybe she's too tired. She talks in her sleep.
I listened carefully. I don't want it. Don't think I dare. I've had enough. You don't understand. It's no use talking anyway.
It's all things she never says.
Later, I gradually realized that her depressed personality may be related to her family background, but she didn't want to talk about it; I can't ask any more questions.
Sometimes I feel that she and I are a match made in heaven, and we just complement each other.
She said that I have a good impression around me; I said that she is more sophisticated and sleek than me, like a harbor that can be moored.
"But one thing is the same!" She said.
"What's the same?" I asked.
"Eyelashes are as long!"
Indeed! I propose to have a baby with the longest and most beautiful eyelashes in the world with her. At this time, she was silent again. ...
I don't think she's talking, and I know I said something wrong, so apologize quickly!
She suddenly hugged my head tightly, and I felt the warmth of a woman's chest for the first time …
My hair was soaked with tears, and I knew she was crying, so I dared not look up at her.
It turns out that she will cry, too! Her birthday is coming, nineteenth birthday!
I decided to send her nineteen balloons, each with a different smiling face in oil painting!
At that time, she was too poor to give her any expensive gifts.
Because her parents are going to hold a party for her at home on her birthday; She knew I was afraid of crowds, so she gave her grandfather a birthday one day earlier.
I've never cooked before. I fried two poached eggs. One is broken, the other is too familiar, and she was ordered to be expelled from the kitchen on the spot!
Her craft is also very bad. Fried beef with onion can only eat four dishes and one soup. Other dishes are either too salty or too light.
But these are not important, what matters is intention. ...
Before blowing out the candle, she acquiesced in a wish. Later, she told me that she prayed that God would let us be together for a long time!
When I heard this, I had an ominous feeling ... her parents wanted to invite me to dinner. When she told me the news, her expression was dignified. I know what should come will come.
Her house is the top floor of the building, and there is a fish pond at the door with golden carp. Above the fish pond is a carefully carved marble fountain. At the intersection of the entrance of the hall, there is a screen with paper ukiyo-e paintings. The hall consists of Persian carpets, antique furniture from China, Miro prints and Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting ... Compared with her grandfather's, it is too luxurious and tacky here.
I finally met her parents; And finally understand the origin of her personality. I will never forget her parents' almost contemptuous eyes. I don't understand that it's because of my feet; Or because I'm poor ... but I know they look down on me.
When eating, the atmosphere is very stiff! Her parents eat by themselves; Her mother's indifference suggested that I should retreat; She stood by like a kannika nimtragol, with her head down and not talking. ...
I left her house carefully and didn't finish my meal.
I'm not angry. She and I come from two different worlds. ...
She came from behind with tears on her face.
We were so drunk that night that I checked into a hotel for the first time. She flooded me like the sea ... I haven't seen her since.
But I swear to God. ...
I want to succeed!
I want to win. ...