After reading it, it seems that in the memory, there are only some thin and clear music left, scattered from the sky, and intertwined to build a world, in which the news of the flowers and trees of that year is sealed like amber. The joy in the wind, and the story of hope that year.
Say goodbye to your family on the bus, drive, and start a new journey. We accompanied this girl named Yuye Uyuki and listened to a story that happened in April.
There is a long skirt under the white coat, and the house is still empty, but it is not forgotten that it is equipped with large transparent windows. From the dark corridor, it is a room with bright sunshine.
Married women and girls who just came to college are intertwined, and pink cherry blossoms are sprinkled without hesitation. The cart carrying luggage was full of things, and she was busy with the skilled workers. In fact, it was in the way and unhelpful, but she was so happy, even if the house was too small and the sofa bed was lost. Still excited, for the new life that is about to start.
Pushing open the door to send the neighbors' souvenirs, the woman in the dark looked at it and said, "You are a student, right?" Yes, I'm still a student, what a complicated meaning this word has, ranging from immaturity, kindness, and innocence. I've always wondered, when others say this word, whether they are looking down like that, but feel a little jealous.
Orientation is always messy. The big room was crowded with people. I always feel that it is easy to feel small in this kind of scene, because there are strange faces standing around in a disorderly manner. When I get to know each other for a long time, I will feel that the house is not that big. They had the sound of violins, but I remembered the auditorium that belonged to me back then. I was also standing in the crowd in a panic. There were banners, lights and flowers on the stage, and Grandpa Jiang. It seemed that the stage was so far away. He just took the red piece of paper and followed the oath to get rid of the evil in the world, and suddenly my heart was surging, as if there was a holy belief confirmed in the words.
Still watching the world of Yuye, I always feel that this kind of film is too familiar, and I can always talk to the girl in that university from time to time, such as the exchange of freshmen, and how similar it is to the scene in our small classroom. Everyone smiled kindly, clapped their hands, and looked forward to being friends with everyone. What did I say when I stood up that day, did I love Gulong or the sea, I don't even remember. But today I saw her timidity and panic again, just like our first. Purple sweater with florets and thoughts.
On that day, we all came with a lot of secrets. Later, those secrets did not disappear or were lost, but they gradually became unimportant things during the day.
The familiar white T-shirt, backpack and book on his chest will stop in the crowd to see the singer in red in the middle. Everything is novel. Everything is new, waiting to be opened.
April's wind, April's corridors and April's trees, April's bicycles. Just remember who said that Asians are the best noodle people baked by God, in such a season, clean and golden skin really has a fresh and warm direction.
The girl kept going into the bookstore all the time. The bookstore is really small, with greeting cards and rows of books. Also, how can we forget the sunshine.
The benches in the countryside can read books, and there are couples kissing on the one not far away. The long, snowy old movie, an aluminum can falls, is the sound of emptiness. The sparsely populated movie theater, or the boy who came to deliver the lost book, are the scenery they saw. Walking, reading and riding a bicycle alone is not lonely, but a clean and orderly life.
In the classroom where the sunlight is like broken mercury, the sharp girl said add a fishing club. I just added it. Seeing those warm invitations from seniors, I want to be careful. Every choice is a thread, and I don’t know what will be connected. But then again, I want to understand that such a gentle and incompetent state of mind is not easy to be disturbed. Rocking the fishing rod back and forth in the wilderness was fun.
Her hair is soft, her skirt is soft, and the spiral of the wind she walks with is soft. How can such a girl become fierce one day.
Are all the boys who have been in love with one another smart?
Is it because he is smart, so he is unrequited love, or because in memory, he is so smart.
She said she burst into tears when he left. Couldn't help but laugh. How can you be so young and beautiful.
Stand up and wait until the end of your journey before secretly tearing off the name slip of the boy you like.
On the rooftop, I slowly turned over the thick school roster, and I started talking about Musashino. I will go to like him, because I am in Tokyo. An unfamiliar place and university has become wonderfully colorful because of "he is there".
Will set off, go to that direction, that destination, is a hidden secret. Secrets that only matter to you. Maybe, just as I happily said which major to take the test.
On the way, she will always make a mural of the silhouette of the boy playing the guitar and hang it in the castle of the heart. how rich.
On the steps of summer, the girl who came back from Tokyo said that the place where I found him was in that bookstore.
Wildflowers, the wind ruffles the girl's hair, the tranquility, the smell of the fields. If you want to say more, maybe you go and can't find it, at least, what you find will not be what you expect. However, I still indulgently watched her smile full of happiness and anticipation.
When Yosuke Eguchi finally appeared behind the counter, he actually felt that it didn't matter, because this was a story that had nothing to do with the male protagonist. In any case, he is one of the smartest, most brilliant, and the most perfect in years.
Seeing her raised her head, she was slightly expecting and slightly uneasy. It's a fairy tale and you won't be disappointed.
Only smiles, majestic rain, and red umbrellas. A corner is broken, but it is still the brightest color in the world.
End.
At the end, this is a miracle of love.
This is Yuno Uzuki's belief. Not mine. Is this love, love can't be so short, the story is too long, and it's so long that it breaks down later, and I can no longer remember these little details.
What I remember from the rain in April is a sweet, bright and unfading yesterday.
I will remember that these films, these songs, were picked up by Yiyi in this year. It is not only a tribute to the memory of the past, but also to the commemoration of youth. There is a belief, not only those complex, marginal, deep things can be eternal. A certain dusk, a certain rainy night, a certain gray dove sitting on the wire singing, can make us stay in a gentle state of mind.
Those pure love, those troubles not worth mentioning, those scattered notes, is a world to inhabit. A hundred years ago, Heine said, take the wings of that song, my dear, let us go together.
Now, without the splendid concert hall, without the holy church, without the verses written by the quill pen, we can still go there.
dear kid: The gorgeous colors in our hearts make us a little proud even if we hide in the crowd. Because I still believe in those old fairy tales and love.
Even the dust that fell on the brocade of the years can never be shaken again.
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