Kerou Zhang Shihao visited here. ——Zhang Shihao
Growth is a journey from a green mailbox to a green mailbox. You are on the road, walking or running, driving an ox cart or driving a BENZ, hurriedly moving forward slowly. Countercurrent flow. You are on the road, your eyes are clear and your eyelids are drooping, and your demeanor is arrogant and impersonal. In the process, your cheeks are blown away by the wind, your waist is pulled up, and your chin is more and more proud. Shifting stars.
You thought growing up was that end of the mailbox, and now, at 17, you're on that end. Whether tomorrow's self will get today's happiness or get rid of today's misfortune is an eternal proposition that you have been thinking about from brushing your teeth in the morning to taking off your contact lenses in the evening. How to make such a proposition a philosophical continuation is the culprit that makes you and the boys and girls as big as you all day long with foggy eyes, toothache expressions on your cheeks, sighs and sadness.
You think that growing up is the other end of the mailbox, so you put a carefully folded mail into the infinity delivery port with a solemn expression and dignified expression at this end of the mailbox. You closed your eyes and made an oath for tomorrow, your raised chin was still green, and the five fingers of your right hand were reverently attached to your neck. You resolutely treat today's vows as an advance on tomorrow's happiness. Unyielding.
Next stop, sign up.
Look, look, what kind of Chinese characters are those in Arabo cursive script. Squeezed and squeezed between the eyes, with the natural original milk mellow and the growing pain of grinning, like a big holding of freshly picked flowers, wanton wildness, full of vitality, wailing and piling up pits full valley.
"Must be admitted to the North Pole/Frog University!"--A folded in all directions seems to come from a certain page of a math book.
"I want to be with Xiaoli forever."--The heart is folded crookedly, and the childish handwriting carries the strength that penetrates the hardness of the back of the paper.
"Go to Kyoto in the spring to keep the cherry blossoms in the summer and watch NESTA in Portugal in the autumn. In the following winter, I will be married to Malta."--Ah, who's who, so shamelessly robbed me!
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There are so many mails delivered in pairs of tender and delicate fingertips, and the declaration of happiness carrying the ambitions of teenagers is reprinted from one station to another, pushing the track of time and slowly crawling in the space parallel to you. In the dusty delivery years, some were carelessly lost and fed to black and white stray cats or yellow-haired fighting dogs on the roadside; More and more, with a huge round head stamp of "Zha no this person" on the right eyebrow, staggering all alone on the roof of the oak hut under the steps overgrown with primroses and even in the trash can on Xiaozhong East Road. Time flies, natural and man-made disasters are certainly the black hands of evil, and even if they escaped these, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not encounter some oolong things that were demolished and built so that the steamed buns shop became the national road X0X overnight T_T
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There are only a few, very few lucky, very lucky, a small number of people who can safely reach the other side of the predestined The Gospel of Matthew is ringing in my ear.
Darling, you are finally here, I have been waiting for a long, long time.
This is of course a kind of luck, just like the meteors in the Milky Way that stretched across the sky for billions and billions of years and rushed straight to the earth, but one of the billions of people hit you.
Meng Kerou hid under the auditorium of the swimming pool, her short hair could not cover her eyelids, and she lowered her head to avoid the dangling flashlight of the teacher on duty. Zhang Shihao. Scorpio. swimming team. Guitar Club. She didn't find a friend who tried to confess and pulled her to strengthen her courage, so she had to endure the self-righteousness and strange self-introduction of the boy beside her.
Zhang Shihao. Scorpio. swimming team. Guitar Club. The ancient Sanzijing lowered the blushing face to see their ignorant eyes fluttering, and youth turned the story to a new chapter with a dark blue melancholy background. Life is no longer a simple and bright violin, trumpet playing, the sun shines in the sky, tigers run fast, maybe at the moment when the red light flashes and the green light lights up and raises his legs to cross the zebra crossing Since then life has become Vienna's back garden.
How the misunderstanding is getting deeper and deeper. She helped her friend send him a love letter, unaware that the inscription was her name. After reading it, he cooed triumphantly, and it was like a fledgling rooster. The letter was mischievously taped to the ground at the school gate by his friend. The campus radio called out their names at the same time. The two of them ran down the stairs on both sides at the same time. She kicked her hands and feet angrily, and he changed from being careful and embarrassed to being heartless. The noon sun was pale yellow with scars, and the boys and girls on the railings of the corridor behind them circled in circles, blurred and faded into light-colored shadows of blue, blue, white and white in the picture, swaying.
It was youth, but it was desolate.
He was racing with her on the road after school, triumphant after winning, but saw her leave with a blank expression. She has always been as tough and strong as a boy.
He followed her home and bought wontons at her mother's shop. He was told to eat more vegetables. He stepped on a bicycle with one foot and dragged the other foot on the ground, swaying past her window, and shouted into the air: I'm leaving.
She knows that I know that Earth Store Bodhisattva knows.
Her relationship with her friend started to get awkward. Her desk was scribbled heavily. The girl with long hair and shawl turned around with a book at the moment she entered the classroom and asked others for English questions.
She remembered the days with her friends. The girl secretly took a picture of him, enlarged and cut it so that she could wear it as a mask, closed her eyes and leaned her head against her shoulder, hugged her and rotated it gently. What we see is a face and a mask both happy. Now she goes downstairs to her house, shouts a name she won't agree to, and slaps a door she doesn't want to open again. Yin and Yang are wrong.
She ran to the wall at the corner of the stairs of the basketball club and wrote over and over again. There was an expressionless expression on his face.
Do not break. Don't say either.
She started dating him. I saw her angry and blank face. Doubt about her being loved, because she was in the wrong direction at the beginning - on the surface, it was the beginning of the world of two people, but in fact, from the beginning to the end, she may have been sure that everything was just her own war, and he was a mirror.
And he's such a funny boy who fills a whole bottle of mineral water like a calf just to throw the bottle into the collector's bag in time.
To kiss him, there is a subtle paradox in his heart that "if X is not equal to Y, then X must be equal to Z", which has been marked with a red cross by the math teacher as early as elementary school. Such an ending is also inexplicable in the end.
The heart knot with friends is like a small iceberg under the hot Hawaiian sun, and the time is ripe to melt away. She made a firm promise that she never liked him. She saw the other's stretched brows, with a gentle and confused expression on her face. Like a spring breeze, the drizzle is approaching.
Teenagers are the hardest to tell. Such a complicated and inexplicable youth chess game has a clear longitude and latitude in the hands of the director. Like a flower and a leaf in a world.
Do not break. Don't say either.
I just want it to end here. We won't break it or say what the ending will be. I will never tell you that she engraved over and over again on the wall at the corner of the stairs of the basketball club, "I am a girl, I like boys", so there are no silver 300 taels here. I like her short hair and neat school uniform skirt. I argue with my classmates that her complex temperament, which is perfectly intertwined with innocence and maturity, is definitely better than the empty beauty of long hair fluttering and finally convincing the other party. I watched her from a daze. The eyes that were persistent from finding the direction to deciding to start from the same place were painful and proud. And her expressionless expression became the best supporting role in that period of obscure growing up. We can no longer find a better footnote to explain and trace the age that has drifted away against the river.
I am 17 years old. Stay in the 1999 photo frame, with a pair of insane eyes.
"Zhang Shihao, I always feel that there is a blue door behind you, and you are standing at the mouth..." Whose face she kissed, she went through a painful and sharp transformation, and after that transformation, she would turn into a green worm and become a butterfly .
"If you find out tomorrow...you must tell me first." He was still green-headed, riding a bicycle, the corners of his clothes flying lonely in the downwind. But the 17-year-old's face is clearly marked by the footprints left by some majestic swept across the Yalu River, such as acne pits after the rain.
This is an oath delivered for tomorrow. Looking forward to one day when happiness comes unexpectedly and goes with the flow.
"Zhang Shihao is here for a visit". On the wall that was carved into pieces, these seven characters opened their mouths one by one like a cooing cooing rooster--the words really were like people.
Hitler Concentration Camp Hell Heaven Sujing Exam, Monthly Exam, Small Exam, Big Exam, Final Exam, Mock Exam, Early Self-study, Late Self-study, Big Worship, Small Worship, Winter Vacation, Summer Vacation, Flower School, Grass, Morning Meeting, School Uniform Training, Criticism and Review, Blush, Neck Thickness.
Grow up here.
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