I always write your name in the sky with my finger.

Ma-a-yi

The beautiful curve quietly dispersed.

I will sleep soundly.

Seven verses and fourteen lines

7.

I know, your loneliness

Then please light that unfinished fruit candle.

We all yearn for the fragrant lily valley and happiness.

We don't believe this is a mistake and we don't admit defeat.

How hard we walked on the way here.

We don't want graves. We don't want prisoners.

I often remember that your eyes are clear.

I often smile at my rudeness and anger.

Gradually learn to say no to fate.

Imagine snowflakes flying in your place.

And all I can see is the fog on the top of the mountain in the morning.

Now I just want you to remember my reply to you.

White rabbit, look around.

Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones.

6.

Man is better than nature, and the reality is sometimes frightening.

God divides love in two.

I came to the Pearl River, but you stayed in Tianshan Mountain.

When I left, I looked at your tears.

Don't cry, it's ugly when your eyes are swollen.

Your hair began to tangle, and you asked me foolishly.

Will it be too late to meet you again next year?

I will not betray, even if no one is with me.

At night, I looked at the quiet Shan Lan with ecstasy.

The stars in the sky shine here, and there is no one to accompany you to watch the sunset like a bloody moon.

Guess, you will be lonely.

Ear, water gurgling.

I have a hunch of happiness.

Tomorrow will come, but it's a little late.

5.

Although I have grown up for another year, I have always stubbornly believed that

The last winter before leaving must have been boring.

On Valentine's Day, I came home late for the first time and saw the couple snuggling together under the street lamp.

And I'm just drunk in this chaotic night, afraid to send you roses or roses.

In my pain, I can't find the north.

I thought I wouldn't be sad when I received yours.

Who knows, you called me a coward.

You said that I chased hard and only ruined everything.

You said I had forgotten how to fly.

You said you knew I was afraid of the darkness at night, but I couldn't let my life wither.

I said only you can heal my wounds.

You said that for tomorrow, the wound should also be blown by cold wind.

Suddenly, I regretted it. I spent the night with milk and coffee.

4.

The sky is not a carefree spirit, it will not clear up every day.

You told me to look into your eyes, and you woke me up.

Now, we can only look at the distant scenery with longing.

Do you remember our vision and our agreement?

The clean roads and stars in that city.

I nodded helplessly, reluctant to look at the back of your departure.

You have no idea how sad I am.

Once letters, have been burned to ashes by me.

I don't believe it. This is destiny.

Of course I will work hard, but please don't stop suddenly.

My voice travels by radio waves. I don't know if you are listening.

Seeing you in the rain, I dare not break your silence.

People say that love is like a crystal, you must be careful when you hold it.

Don't worry, close your eyes and I'll wait until dawn.

3.

Seventeen, autumn.

A girl's long hair, a handsome boy.

I didn't look at her shy face as usual.

Even in different schools, we have the same city.

No matter how unpredictable things are, I only believe in our vows.

Don't unplug, don't let our distance drift away.

The fallen leaves are so fresh that I feel sorry for them all day.

Please don't leave me scars, my heart is just a fragile string.

I want to keep smiling and walk on your left.

Holding your hand with your left hand, looking at your fragrant face.

Not aging, not boring.

You tilt your head slightly and lean against my chest.

In the future, I want to open a fruit shop in the future, on the edge of this city.

You are so peaceful in the wind, and we look back at our former campus once again.

2.

We will still care about the first snow in winter.

Worry, the first quarter moon is covered by dark clouds.

As I remember, you always like to spend the night in the dark winter.

Listen to my complete fairy tale, not incomplete.

Like to listen to me sing short folk songs in a lonely street.

Like my wild, or warm and considerate.

Just like I shout in the rain and dark clouds, let's omit today's tears.

In the alley leading to your house, there is always a faint light, which obviously goes out.

When a drunk who comes home late passes by, you will also tremble and be timid.

And I hold your shoulder hard, and your smile blooms in my eyes.

How much I want to kiss your deep dimples, but I am afraid that you will scream and refuse.

Flying in the sky is a butterfly made of water.

I hope you are also a woman made of water, and there is no knot in my heart.

There is only fragrant sunshine in the world, warm and kind.

1.

From the beginning, we were afraid, afraid of the future, afraid of harm.

You said we should be good children again, so we broke up.

We are still outstanding, look at the names of the top two in the ranking table.

And I'm still waiting, on the familiar platform.

I can't accept it. Your shadow always avoids me.

The elm leaves that fall in September are lined with ants.

You always put peanuts in front of them and then throw away your hair.

The shy sunset in your eyes is a cloud on the horizon.

I can see how happy you are with me.

You are always dragging your pigtails around.

Silently, I warm your cold fingers and infinite love.

I said softly, don't part.

No matter how helpless the front is, as long as we trust each other.

To this day, I still remember that photo, two children standing in the autumn wind.

Physical education class used to have a long English. The young teacher who just graduated knew that children our age didn't want to speak in front of everyone, but he insisted on answering questions by name in high school class for a whole year. Every time he breathlessly asks us with his broken pronunciation, he still keeps the hopeful smile when he first started school. Finally, we can't figure out whether we practiced listening painfully for a year or he practiced speaking happily for a year. But it is not these that remain in our minds more clearly.

There is not enough light in the small classroom. Several rotating electric fans make dull but adjustable noise on the ceiling. We all adjusted our heads to aim at the textbook, waiting for the next lesson, physical education class, and everything was ready. After three classes, the boys get up, and after two classes, the foot odor begins to flow. Anyway, we play football every day, sweat every day and stink every day. Shoes and uniforms can also be inferred in the same way. The difference between girls and boys is that no matter how troublesome and ugly the boys are, even if they have a little time, they will not give up showing their modesty and reserve, dress neatly and mix among a group of smelly boys. The price paid is to queue up with big bags and small bags to change clothes and send them from the toilet to the classroom door.

But I don't have their troubles, and I'm always relaxed. I met my classmates who were looking for a car in the bicycle pile with their rackets on their backs, and asked them, What event did physical education class choose? I will try my best to pretend to be a prince and go swimming!

I like to soak in the water. More precisely, I like to float in the water. I like the feeling of being lighter, because I used to be fat. As soon as I go to the amusement park, I can't sit on the pirate ship. Weightlessness makes me crazy, which makes me slim and fly freely. Because I am fat, I have to work so hard in every quality assessment. The teacher of the swimming class didn't want me at first and threw me into a training group called the physical class. There, I fully realized the individual differences of people. Originally, they were also intellectual youths, and they could have such diverse forms of expression. I swear, I must get rid of this inhuman group. From that day on, I began to hate my body, didn't care, and always grew naturally.

I like playing diamonds, and I humbly tell those who laugh at me that my IQ is not enough to play CS. My afternoon is usually a combination of playing diamonds and physical exercise. I always choose the most intense level and fight against the computer with the fastest speed. Every time I win a game, I do sports for half an hour, regardless of quantity, only counting time. While playing with diamonds, I watched the bricks disappear layer by layer, as if the fat I had accumulated for many years had disappeared, which inspired me to stick to the devil's slimming plan. In order to forget my hunger, I started watching movies while eating in the canteen, standing and watching, and my dumbbell and arm stick kept spinning. By the time I had no energy to do anything, the canteen had no food and was closed. I swallowed calcium tablets and a handful of vitamins and fell asleep.

A month later, I appeared in front of the swimming teacher with a weight less than the original weight 10 kg, easily passed all the quality tests with the first place, and naturally entered the swimming class, but my weight loss still didn't stop. Summer came, and I gradually began to wear small T-shirts and tight sleeveless shirts. My strong arms and straight collarbone turned into the color of wheat bit by bit in the sun. I can. When my friends greet me, they no longer use what they once gave me, and sometimes they change their names immediately. That kind of promotion is accelerated.

I began to hate the fat man who didn't care about himself and held a successful attitude. But I admire the dieters in the track and field. Sometimes when I pass by them, I will pat them on the shoulder and say, you will succeed. I was fatter than you. We just want to win the qualification, regain our courage and self-confidence, get what we want, be fair, be proud, or just be a little vain.

I choose swimming because basically I completely resist all ball games (except two people playing against each other). Just like I can't play fighting games, I seriously lack fighting thinking and cooperation ability, but I don't feel sorry for it. Instead, I sneer at them and am full of enthusiasm and interest in technical research. Strangely, I have no reaction or interest in the success of most boys after fighting. I exercise for two reasons, utilitarian and entertaining. To put it bluntly, it is vanity of exercise results and artistic appreciation of exercise process. So, when the swimming teacher organized the water polo, I sneaked away.

My mother is very dissatisfied with my present weight. She said I want to keep it at 75 kg, and I'm less than 1.70 m. Every night after running, I will go to the super free spring scale to weigh myself. I never thought I would lose weight so quickly when I was fat. What my mother said was not all about my health, but that I spent too much energy on shaping my appearance. For example, I wear a stone pendant, for example, I have long hair, which is regarded by my mother as a precursor to deterioration.

My parents couldn't use the computer at home, so they took seven bus stops to find my cousin and asked him to open the new photos I sent online. As a result, my mother swore in front of the whole family that she would pick me up at the train station with scissors and cut my hair for a whole semester before leaving the station. Her impression of me stays in the image of a good student who walks quietly into the college entrance examination with a flat head and thinks I should always be like that. Parents are the same. My classmate's sister told her mother about dyeing her hair. In return, it made people laugh and cry. You don't have to go home. I picked you up from the garbage. I don't have such a daughter.

My mother has her own plan, making detailed and careful plans for me in the next few decades. For example, after finishing graduate school, you can fall in love and have children after the age of 30. This is what you should do when you need to do something. Now you should lay a good foundation for the future and study hard, or you will be late!

So my ideal state now should be as simple as a vacuum glass bottle, without distractions, and we will talk about it when we are in love. Since her old man asked me to do this, I don't want to break her heart. In middle school, from my family and neighbors to my classmates and teachers, everyone said I was a good boy. I can wear simple and generous clothes, and fat clothes have no figure. I can be regarded as a good shape that doesn't pay attention to appearance. I can look mentally healthy with a flat head, and I can wear thick black-rimmed glasses to show pure and sincere eyes. I can do all this easily. But from the beginning to now, I have never changed, been stubborn or persistent.

Imagine that a child has been obediently following the set trajectory and really has no distractions. One day, he was suddenly told that you are 27 years old and have obtained a doctorate. Now let's start dating and start talking. Our doctor, what's wrong with you? Say it! Find a girlfriend who is as enthusiastic as other children!

Because I clearly understand this, I will save other brothers and sisters in hot water in time. The first object is May. Later, she put the tip of her nose on my chest and said, my mother said that if I dare to fall in love before I was admitted to graduate school, she would break my leg. I grabbed her by the shoulder and said, are you still afraid of them? May always laughs so heartbreakingly. When we say these words, we are like two completely bad children!

My friends say that I am good at making everything that everyone has extraordinarily gorgeous and superior, such as love. I am showing off wantonly. Isn't it just a little broken? What are you dragging?

I have also seriously thought about this issue. I love May. I wrote it seriously, attentively and wholeheartedly. I really can't extricate myself. I know that few people like it very much in love now. Many popular writers use playful pens to arouse laziness, even subtle things like love are not treated differently. Yes, she is exquisite and expensive, and they can't spoil her casually. Among them, what I can't stand most is such a writing mode: I once made several boyfriends when I was very young, and later I thought it was all a child's trick. Later, I met several good people who were very kind to me, but I just didn't feel it. Then I really fell madly in love with A, B, C, D … They made me understand … Now, they are all standing on the tail of 20 years old.

Seeing that such rubbish has become a fashion and is sought after by a large number of undeveloped children, I really want to scold my mother. It is understandable that children want to grow up and fall in love without experience. Writing about love is like eating and drinking Lazarus. What can they get besides money?

I really love May, which is silly to say, but I can't find any other language. Because of love, I almost exhausted all my strength. -silly, even if you want to invest, don't put your eggs in one basket! Such a fool will never be a hero in the works of a popular writer, so I always write about myself first and then go and see for myself, which is deeply touched.

Mei said to me in the dark, if one day you don't love me, I won't pester you, but you have to love the next person.

I'm tired of loving you alone. How can I be so energetic and loving?

Are you tired already?

A little, but I want to keep tired.

Unless there is an accident, my mother can't see these words because no one in my family can read literature. I still remember the first time I took the published article home to show it to them, my mother looked unnatural. Although my son's article was published in a large literary journal to show off to his neighbors, how to write it is a matter for men and women. Oh, I forgot, traditional people in China don't talk about love, and there are almost no disgusting words between children and parents. I love you. Besides, I am still a high school student, how can I write about these men and women openly? What a blow! Later, the book was circulated throughout the family. Originally, I wanted to take this as an example to educate my cousins' aunts and aunts. After the "review", I managed to squeeze out a smile and wrote it deeply ... I felt that my stream of consciousness walking love novel was ruined. At this time, my grandmother took it. Although grandma is old, she is open-minded and often communicates with young people. Grandma looked at it and frowned. Why did the woman finally die? A few days later, grandma even told me the ending of the story she conceived. As I expected, it is a bright tail with romantic feelings.

From then on, I only brought home the academic nature of published papers. I know they will never read those words, but everyone will not be embarrassed again.

Mei's evaluation of my writing has always been: quite good. Although I don't know which one she likes better, I showed her the latest works first and imagined that she was intoxicated by my kind words. In fact, she and I both know that more and more people in this world are living extremely boring and hurried lives. They are exhausted in order to establish the economic foundation, and have no time to take care of the superstructure that has become a luxury, so more and more people are emotionally alienated and indifferent. I belong to the latter. Although I won't be those insensitive people in Lu Xun's works, I am still accused by many comrades. I didn't take an active part in the "movement" they launched. I can be noncommittal about their "all Japanese goods", no, anything, because I don't think they have much to do with myself. At the same time, I am obsessed with the vague traces in Shunji Iwai's films and Kazuo Hirai's early empty and morbid pupils. Therefore, I am hopeless, and responsible young people have given up lobbying me.

After learning many strange and mysterious words, I found myself very reckless. I always try my best to practice all the arrogant or obscene ideas in my mind, but because I have always been a good boy, I have to go home from school on time to eat nutritious meals cooked by my mother, and there are still many classes to attend on weekends, so I basically have no chance to go in and out of the dark corners of society, even if I go, I will be kicked out, and my clothes and length are too small for my friends ... So I can only indulge in my thoughts, which is no different from obscenity in essence. In fact, people who are open-minded and conservative are like this. In the evening, I am slumped in a leather chair, and there is a flirtatious movie, in which I can hear women's harsh laughter. I drank a cup of coffee from hot to cold like poison, as cold as the road outside the window, and the road stretched in dark orange at midnight. I am lazy and don't want to change my posture. My feet can flexibly control the keyboard and mouse, and I listen to Exodus again and again. The only piano music that can make me strong is only a glass as high as the bottom of the glass, with some firefly-like yellow light rippling, which confuses the children's restless nightmares. The next morning, when my mother helped me up from the table, she turned off my computer and said that the child had learned this. ...

I was distracted again. That was a long time ago.

I don't like sports, including swimming, including long-distance running and my long-term fitness. I only know that my body needs them, so I do it mechanically. Every time I swim, after swimming 1000 meters, I lie in the water and wait to close the door. The bodies of divers, players and lovers are intertwined. Nobody knows me, and I don't talk to anyone. I love this state. All the noise has turned into nothingness, just like an empty playground at night. I am determined to run down dully, trying to do everything I can think of, changing my gestures to count the number of laps, watching the fourth star in the Big Dipper blink, frogs and many unknown insects scrambling to sing, and the explosion on the other side of the mountain jumped into the sky and turned into scattered pink clouds. I clearly feel their existence and remoteness, and my ears only have my own breathing and clear heartbeat, like an ancient mallet hitting the soft beach. I clearly remember that in The Red Violin, the musician said to the girl who was learning the violin, "Son, you should have a strong heart …" Later, his training killed the little girl. I think she should train to run, jump, jump and jump. Such a beautiful voice really makes people want to live well.

Sometimes when a person goes to the playground, he will meet Slash's friends to play rock and roll with him and come back happily from rehearsal. I think everyone has a good atmosphere together, so I greet them with a smile, but I don't envy their excitement at all, just as they don't envy my loneliness, so my smile disappears in the falling trees as soon as I turn my head.

Now I'm looking through a document, which contains a story about a woman and a rock musician. She is infatuated with his bewitched pupils, dancing long hair, delicate hands with ghostly tones, hoarse but hoarse voice, strong but tired expression ... They have many stories. They didn't see each other during the day, only needed each other in the middle of the night, and then they separated, because they found it was a mistake from the beginning.

Seeing that more and more words have reached the point where there is no height without rock and roll, I may have never heard of rock and roll at all, but now, it is possible to make up things to write articles and cheat money everywhere, and no one will care.

Slash was definitely not made up by me. I see him every day, mostly in the dining hall, sometimes on the road, and rarely in class. It seems that the probability that we have classes at the same time can be infinitely close to zero. We can discuss literature, movies or music together, know a little about each other's lives, live in harmony and keep a proper distance, because my mind is always clear that no matter how good or bad other people's lives are, we can't get too close, otherwise we will destroy everything as quickly as possible. That's how life treats me. I can only protect myself and protect every friendship I have now.

We are two different people, and music is indispensable in our life. He and his buddies aim at creating music, while I aim at enjoying music. When I come back from the dark playground sweating profusely, I occasionally meet Slash with a long piano on his back, and talk loudly with my friend with long hair under the dim street light. Then he will go to the pub near the school with me to have a beer slowly. He told me the story of foreign rock music from head to toe, and solemnly said that their band could adapt my sonnets into rap and perform them when the department held activities. Yes, you can ... our conversation will always be friendly, as if I were with everyone.

More often, I am alone. I turn off all the lights and watch a movie casually, which is often the most popular movie at the moment. I never pick and choose. It can be said that I learn from others, or it can be said that I put everything in it like a trash can. Slash said you can't do this. Seeing everything is worse than nothing. At least you have your own persistence when you don't look at anything. If you put everything in your mouth like this, chew it up and then spit it out. After a long time, not only will your taste deteriorate, but you will never taste good things again. The solids in your stomach will also go bad a little. Can't you choose your own life?

Yeah, can't I choose my own life? When I began to think about this problem, I found it difficult to change my habits. So I didn't want to, so I made myself a cup of fragrant milk tea. I knew this thing didn't hurt people like coffee, and I was more likely to be a warm child. Holding a piece of steamed dumplings bread, I began to observe Zhang Aijia's heart. I smiled when I saw two red pimples on the face of a high school student played by Takeshi Kaneshiro.

After the exam, I called Mei, who was still preparing for the college entrance examination. I feel very relaxed. Everyone is packing and getting ready to go home. No one will think about his first year of college life at this time. The whole campus is empty. When I came to the empty swimming pool, the water was warm and even a little hot. When my body went in, all the pores were opened, and I suddenly lost my strength and sank. My eyes and nose are wet and hot. I watched tiny creatures floating in the water and swimming before my eyes. It suddenly occurred to me that they might see me the same way.

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