Fifteen years old, what a beautiful chapter of life, a little melancholy, but also a little sadness and joy.

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Suddenly, on a certain day, in a certain corner, I accidentally bumped into you.

Smile, and then hurry by.

This is the most beautiful meeting in my imagination.

And meeting you is actually very ordinary. We first met in kindergarten.

At that time, you were wearing a plaid skirt, a white shirt and white socks, squatting in the grass and playing with foxtail. You remind me of the lovely princess written by Andersen.

Fortunately, we became deskmates and good friends.

I am a silent person, always quietly and stubbornly guarding my own sky. And you are always cheerful, laughing almost presumptuously. Students are surprised, how do you put up with my dullness and how tough I am, so that I won't be tortured to collapse by your chatter.

You always say that we are childhood friends, and we never know whether Sydney is in Europe or Oceania. We don't understand that Wuchang uprising and Nanchang uprising are not the same thing. And I finally gave up my interest in discussing poetry and historical geography with you after countless blows.

So I am always silent, and you are always happy. You envy my immobility, and I envy your wanton publicity.

Students say they envy the friendship between our two little girls, so you sing loudly and arrogantly: "We are like summer and autumn, but we can always turn winter into spring …".

To tell the truth, you never sing in tune. I still feel happy.

Life is always trivial and real. Our friendship seems plain as water, but it is almost tangible.

Yes, we are just the two most ordinary people. It may be angular, but it's just extraordinarily real and won't hurt people. I remember someone saying, "If a person is covered with thorns, if she is a beautiful girl, she must be said to be a rose, if she is a melancholy girl, she must be said to be a cactus", but I always feel that we are more like two plants of green bristlegrass, so ordinary and true company.

You say it doesn't make sense, but I insist.

However, after all, we are not green grass and will not be rooted in the same place all our lives. When parting came, we were too ignorant to understand that it was something that should be sad. And when I finally reached the age of knowing sadness, there was only a shallow sigh and nostalgia.

It's been years. You and I no longer meet, and gradually we have no news. Even with the development of communication, time and space still inevitably lead to emotional indifference.

I still live a quiet life. When I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Sometimes I miss you a little when I think of your unscrupulous smile.

Our years flow away forever like water. Rotten as wood, but Populus euphratica is the most, 3 thousand years old and long? Maybe, but there is always a time limit.

Looking at the sky alone, I think you are more willing to compare our friendship with the white clouds in the sky yesterday, and you will sigh like an aria-look, what a big marshmallow, I really want to take a bite.

However, I want to compare our friendship to fluffy catkins, which will touch each other's memories at the moment of meeting, itchy and soft.

Miss you, sister. No matter how my life changes, I can't forget my childhood play and always want to meet you by chance. Ask the blind!

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2011-1-121:093019346 | Level II

That day, I met a beautiful lady when I bought a recording pen in Gao Yi shopping mall. When TA passed by me, the eyes installed in the floor heating accidentally looked like glass, and ta was very calm. When TA turned around and came over, I looked away in a hurry, just like a child who had done something wrong, with a rabbit in his heart and kept jumping. In the face of beauty, my mind is the same as that of most difficult people, and I will try my best to satisfy my "eye desire"

TA also noticed my unusual eyes, like flirting with me, and specially bought headphones in her shop. TA slowly choose headphones, compare different types of headphones, and ask the price. TA's voice is very nice, just like Yan language in the morning. The soft feeling is that the breakfast of a poached egg is very fast, that is,11a little makeup, a long-awaited daydream, faint, fragrant and soft, which is more charming than TA's light butterfly-like figure. TA finally decided what kind of headphones she wanted, but she didn't know the way. Because, I know that TA is leaving, and my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. Looking at the lost figure that TA is looking for everywhere disappearing in front of my eyes, it seems that I have lost something in my heart, which is a bit uncomfortable.

There are many such encounters in a person's life, just like the beautiful scenery in the trip, which always makes people reluctant to part. However, life is always a linear straight line, and we can't turn back, nor can we stay at a certain moment and enjoy the most beautiful and wonderful encounter in life.

A few days after the beautiful lady left, I forgot TA, as if TA had never appeared in my life. People are forgetful, especially for those beautiful things. Although there are these beautiful moments in the memory, we turn a blind eye and leave them in the corner of the memory.

But I'm lucky. Because I met this beautiful girl again tonight. Although it was only a glimpse, t a has been deeply imprinted in my mind. TA is dressed in black professional clothes, dignified and charming, and her delicate face is full of confidence and strength. The moment I saw TA, I immediately remembered it. TA is the "earphone" girl, the sweet lady. TA rode a bicycle, drifted by and gave me a casual look. After passing by, I kept looking back. It's a pity that TA has gone away and disappeared into the vast night.

How I wish TA could remember me-the stupid man who is chasing TA with high eyes. That hope excites me. The bicycle under my feet is also like a happy fish, flying in the night. I am also guessing: tomorrow night, or later, will TA appear on this road, this road section, and will we meet again one day; Will TA, like me now, remember my silly eyes last time, and then smile with satisfaction and look forward to the next beautiful meeting? ...

These two wonderful encounters have strengthened my determination: if I meet TA next time, I will definitely stop or turn around to get to know TA. Suppose there is fate, we will meet again; Assuming there is no chance, let these two encounters become sweet memories. Here, I also sincerely pray to God, and voluntarily exchange my years for a beautiful fate, a fate to meet the girl with headphones. I wonder, isn't this plagiarism?

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2011-1-1311:16110588.

It was very cold that winter. He and she stood at the corner of the street, silently watching the snow fall to the ground. I don't know how long it took. He turned with her. One is on the left and the other is on the right. He and she are high school classmates, but they seldom talk. He is the pride of his parents and teachers. She always sees him sitting among a large group of classmates, talking loudly. There he is. Because she always sits quietly in her seat and reads carefully. She is an outstanding girl, and it is easy to forget her existence. She is diligent, but her grades are not very good. She wants to be the first in her class as easily as he is. He noticed this girl who was not very talkative when he was in senior three. He always looked at her quietly when he spoke, but she always sat quietly not far away reading, like a statue carved out of white jade. Gradually, he began to talk to her about something, hoping that she would be happier. But there are more gossips in the class, all about him and her. It was a crucial period. She transferred to another school, quietly left him and faded from his memory. She was admitted to a key university with excellent results. After graduating from college, she got an enviable job. She will still think of the boy who moved her in the flower season. But they haven't contacted each other for five years. She has been surrounded by excellent boys because of her grades, but she has been single because she can't put him down in her heart. Finally, I was admitted to a famous university, and I have been in love several times, but I am not happy. He thinks she may be his favorite. He worked in a small department of a small company.

The concierge manager. He has been trying to get to know her, but she seems to come out of thin air. Fate plays tricks on people. Their company is across the street, but they have never met. Maybe they will meet at the next intersection. Maybe he (she) is in the coffee shop next door. They have been looking for it, but they can't find the most familiar stranger. One night, a friend invited her to sing in a karaoke bar. She never liked that place, but after all, she hesitated for a while and went in. Her friend took her into the box. She immediately froze. She saw him sitting alone in the corner of the box without saying a word. She went over and sat down beside him. He looked up and saw her who had been looking for her for five or six years. Fate made them meet, and two parallel lines finally came together. After that, it was so logical. She became his girlfriend. They have been living happily ever after. They quarreled. No one knows the reason for their quarrel. All people know is that they finally broke up in that snowy street. She turned and left, just like when she was in senior three, disappearing into his life. It's very cold. I still remember when they were together, he would carefully hold her cold hand, breathe gently, and his eyes were full of tenderness. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She left the city that once made her happy but brought her sad memories. It is too cold in the north. She got on the train to the south. He sat in the bar all day and all night. Her smile, her tenderness, and all her beauty always haunt her eyes. He went to her company, but he.

Hearing the news of her resignation, he quit his job at once. He travels around and makes a living by selling photos she took during her travels. After she left, she went to a small town where it was quiet and the environment was good. She stayed in town. A few years later, she got married and had children. He knows that she likes the south, so he has been looking for her in the south. He went to many countries and places, but he never found her. But he never found her. Maybe she's thinking about him right now. Many years later, he stayed and rested in a place near the sea, and prepared to go out to sea and travel to neighboring countries in a few days. In the morning, he walked quietly with his luggage on his back, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of this seaside town. In front of an old wooden house, he saw the familiar figure. The figure slowly turned around, saw him and cried. "Grandma, what's the matter with you?" Sun Tzu's immature voice came from behind. A wrinkled face shows vicissitudes of life. She staggered towards him, towards the memories of her youth. She is old, she is really old. Years have left a deep mark, but she can't erase her former love. So is he. After decades of running around, he stumbled even more. The two old people came together slowly, unable to speak for a long time. The sun rises from the sea level. Shine on this old man who has been away for many years. The two old people are holding hands. They lost too much at once and gained too much. It's like going back in time. A sweet smile blooms on that wrinkled face. Meeting will also be a kind of beauty.