A friend recommended watching this movie. He is a science boy with a bit of literary temperament. He would recommend me to watch a movie with a little melancholy. So when I heard this ordinary name and saw it was a Korean movie, I was really not that big. interest. The film stayed in the camera for a long time, until this quiet night, at 12 o'clock, I decided to watch a little bit and fell asleep. As a result, I started crying from a quarter of the movie and kept crying until the end. I pulled back to listen to the theme song. I cried as soon as I heard it. In the end, it turned into crying in the house, and it took a long time to stop. In the comment "Faith is Reincarnation of Love", the author said that no matter what the context of the story is, all outstanding love segments are nothing more than an aphrodisiac narration, and everyone will only cry in their own stories. Yes, I just cried to death in my own story. First love to me was not the first person I ever liked, but the first person I ever loved. The following is my long venting memoir, the first and last one, about this person. Children's shoes who are not interested don't have to waste time. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- Study in Beijing In those days in German, a thin Tsinghua boy sat in the front row of me. He is very funny and understands a lot of humanities and geography. He is a very active boy in the class. The teachers and classmates like him very much. He often talks to me and asks me to sit at the same table with him. I keep rejecting. Because I like to be alone quietly. I joined the class and have no enthusiasm for German. Every day, I look forward to playing games after class as soon as possible. I don't plan to get acquainted with these classmates, and I don't have the desire to meet new friends. I just learned German by the way while applying for a visa in Beijing. But he said every day, every day, until it bored me. Isn't it the same table? Just move one row forward, and you won't die. In the middle of the course, I skipped classes more and more severely. But he would send text messages early in the morning to persuade me to go to class, or during class, he would send a message saying what the teacher said today, you come soon and so on. Or let me promise to come to class the next day before get out of class ends every day. If the lobbying really fails, he will hand me a stack of notes when I go to class the next day, saying that they have copied them for me. One day, he skipped class as usual, and after the morning, he ran away while he was not carrying his schoolbag at noon—because he would really use various methods to let you stay for class. As a result, he only walked to the north gate of Beihang University, and he was completely overwhelmed by a grieving text message. He said that Xiao A was leaving, and he planned to send everyone to Sichuan Office for dinner in the afternoon to see Xiao A off. I have to say, then I will go in the afternoon. He sat next to me during the meal and took good care of me. He is really attentive, but I think the atmosphere is a little different from him. After that meal, I avoided him even more. He kept saying that he would take me to eat Ximen grilled wings, but I refused. I don't want to mess with myself before going abroad. Finally, after our last class, he told me that if he missed this free tour guide today, he would have no chance. He used a broken bicycle to drive me from Zhanchunyuan to Wudaokou and then to Tsinghua University. He told me a lot of funny things along the way, talking about the buddies in his dormitory, brother Sa, Wenxi, and Xiao Ming, saying that Tsinghua University lost a lot of cars and all kinds of things. When approaching Peking University, he asked me, do you know such a saying, Peking University is Yuxiang diving to the bottom, Tsinghua University is the eagle attacking the sky. Because all the suicides at Peking University were in Weiminghu, all suicides at Tsinghua University jumped to the main building. I laughed on the back seat of my bicycle and my stomach hurts. At that moment, I thought I might like this person a little bit. The day was very happy. He took me and his buddy Wenxi to eat chicken wings, and then used the small broken car to drive me around Tsinghua University, and pointed me to the building where he lived. I just followed him foolishly to look around. Yes, I am such a curious person who never thought about going to Tsinghua University for 4 years in Beijing. In the evening he sent me back, just smiled and said nothing. I thought I would never see you again. As a result, the German class organized a break-up party a week later. After all, everyone got along for four months every day, and they had some feelings. They had to be more formal, first watch the movie and sing. We didn't sit together when we watched the movie. In the middle of the movie, he texted and said arrogantly like a child, hum, Brother XX grabbed his seat. I looked at him and saw that he was also looking back at me. Go to the cashbox to sing karaoke, everyone sings in full swing. He sang well, and he was very good at creating the atmosphere. Everyone had a great time playing. After he ran, he finally sat down next to me quietly for a while, suddenly stretched out his hand to signal me to get closer, he had something to say. It was noisy around, so I leaned in naturally, and he suddenly kissed me lightly on the cheek. I looked at him, he looked at me. I felt that the blood all over my body was pouring onto my head at the time, but fortunately, the box was very dark and invisible. I stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down again. Completely at a loss. He said, let's go for a walk. Later he said that he was afraid that I would give him a slap in the face. Later I said, I didn't have the ability to react anymore, how could I have thought of slapping you with such a profound idea. Later, we were together. In the month we spent together, life is still vividly visible today. I'm like a gentle little woman, wearing his shirt, sitting next to him eating melon seeds when he and his buddies are watching historical dramas and discussing in the clouds and fog, standing at the gate in the middle of the night and opening the door for him, while he is playing games Hugging his neck from behind, walking with him while facing poems, when he sits quietly reading a thick book, stretches out his hand to hug his waist, or when he keeps staring at his long eyelashes and smiling Tiger teeth that will be exposed. Later, I went abroad. Later, he began to hesitate to stay in the country for development. Later, he sent me fewer and fewer letters. Later, he began to refuse to answer my phone. Later, I mentioned a breakup in despair, and he said, okay. Together, or apart. Love is nothing more than these two forms. I love him very much. If he hasn’t changed his heart, yes, I later found out that he had reunited with his ex-girlfriend before breaking up with me. If he hadn’t changed his heart, I would always love him. My feelings for him are so strong and lasting. So that for the first time I have a firm belief in my turbulent feelings, I believe that I will always love this person, no matter how far, no matter how long. I dare not say that I will love someone forever, but this time, I had hoped to spend a lifetime with him. He met my parents. My mother didn't like him as a southerner, didn't like his short stature, and didn't like him to study law. All of them were rejected by me. Unexpectedly, I ended up with a bloody "point". What I said is very light, and I am afraid my parents are worried. But this hurt is always in my heart. When I broke up, I often felt that I was going to suffocate to death in this pain. Only then did I know that it was this feeling to love someone, this is how it feels when you are not around, it is the ecstasy when you receive a call, it is the obsession of standing downstairs waiting for the postman in the morning, and it’s like waiting for it. The enthusiasm for the other party. It turns out that my relationship for many years before was not love. It turns out that love is accompanied by hatred. How deep is love and how deep is hatred. From then on, I was afraid to see sweet love. That sweetness became purgatory because of my memory. I'm just scared, just scared. The sweetness of others can still make me cry today. The memory of this man entangles my heart like a poisonous snake, making me painful and suffocating me. I am also afraid to see the beautiful love forced to be separated. Seeing the helplessness of the heroes and heroines on the screen, I can only cry desperately outside the screen, I love this love! Don't let them separate, don't! What could be happier than being in love with each other, and why should it be so cruel? Therefore, I decided not to watch romantic dramas anymore.
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