Eliot wrote in the poem: April is the cruelest month. Lilac grows on the wasteland, mixing memories and desires, and letting the spring rain urge those dull roots and shoots. In April in Hokkaido, snow covered the whole street, fingers brushed the bright white car window, to bid farewell to the city, go to Musashino, Musashino, the name that has been recited countless times, haunting my heart like a spell. The sound of the piano flowing from the stream, the narrow corridor, the light turn of the key, the clean white hut, after so long, finally in the city with him, you can let yourself fall asleep. Still such a shy and easily nervous girl. At the orientation meeting for new students, he stood up timidly from his seat, but said, "I'm Uzuki Uzuki from Hokkaido, I'm... very cheerful." He answered the students' questions in a panic, grabbing a corner of his sweater. Walking on the campus, I was attracted by the woman's singing and sang lazily. Following the music, he nodded lightly, with a smile on his face, and walked through the crowded crowd lightly all afternoon. Riding a bicycle, on the tree-lined road full of cherry blossoms, I looked for a bookstore of Musashinodo. Ask softly for opening hours and leave thoughtfully. If a person reads a book on a grassy slope or goes to the cinema to watch a movie, he will still visit that bookstore. The sun shines through the glass windows, refracted on the bookshelves, and beats. Ask the female clerk when she will rest, "tomorrow", she answered. Then tomorrow, will he come? Joined the fishing club because of the girl's invitation. Practicing fishing line on the open grass is as graceful as rhythmic gymnastics. The sky was also dyed pink, like a girl's sweet heart. "Do you have someone you like?" the girl asked. Yes, he is handsome and smart. As if talking to myself. The sound of the violin in the piano room was soaring, bicycles, bicycles, alone in this green wilderness, the memory of him was finally awakened again, and spread endlessly along this road. Yamazaki, the name of the man he had a crush on. He took the note with his name written on the cabinet and put it in his pocket. Since then, he has carried a secret. Flip through books to find Musashino University, where he will be when spring comes. Originally in Tokyo. The content of Musashino, who was the only one in Kunikida, was very difficult to understand, but I remembered the name of Musashino and read it over and over again, because of him, I actually felt a little kind, and I missed it in the empty train with the book in my arms. The figure of him playing the guitar in the vast wilderness, like a mural-like image, is deeply imprinted in his mind. Knowing that he works part-time in a bookstore called Musashinodo, and riding a long road every day to come here is also a wish, so uneasy happiness. For the first time, he was looking for a book, She avoided it carefully, holding a book in her hand, peeping at him through the pages, and reading the turbulence in her heart from the small waves in her eyes, the boy who was secretly in love with throughout high school, stood in front of him. The second time, looking for an excuse to ask him to help with the book in the high place, he asked sincerely on the ladder, "Is it this one?" He gathered up his courage, stared at him, and saw his momentary stunned, do you remember her too? ? He finally opened his mouth and asked, "Excuse me, are you a student of Beigao High School?" "Yes", "A first grader than me?" "Do you remember me?" The people who care about them even know themselves, it's like a fight that doesn't want to wake up A dream come. Your name is? Why are you here? University here? I see. Looking at each other and smiling, the music suddenly became cheerful, and it was such a sweet mood. What kind of happiness is riding a bicycle in the torrential rain? The car rolled over the splashing water, which was as vivid as a sonata. Running back to borrow an umbrella, "Yamazaki-senpai", after reciting countless names in his heart, he finally said it through the rain. He took out a large umbrella, "This one." She took a red one, "I knew you would choose this one." But it was a broken umbrella. He clumsily tried a lot for her again, all of them were bad, she pursed her lips and chuckled. After a long time, he picked out an intact umbrella, "How is it? It's too fancy?" "Is the senior still in the orchestra?" "No, how did you know?" "The senior is famous." "No way." "For me..." The April downpour had washed the city's streets spotless, and he watched her leave. The girl who was holding a broken red umbrella but happily running was so warm that she wanted to cry. How could it be the cruel April described by Elliot, the season when love wakes up, but it is the real fragrance with cherry blossoms, a little deep. I know you will choose this one. "But it was a broken umbrella with a broken frame. He clumsily tried a lot of them for her, but they were all broken. She pursed her lips and chuckled. After a long time, she picked out an intact umbrella, "How's it going?" Too fancy? "Is the senior still in the orchestra? "No, how would you know?" ""The senior is very famous. ""No. "For me..." The downpour in April had washed the streets of the city spotlessly clean, and he watched her leave. The girl who ran with a broken red umbrella, but happily ran, was so warm it made people think Tears. How could it be the cruel April described by Elliot, the season when love wakes up, but it is the real fragrance with cherry blossoms, a little deep. I know you will choose this one. "But it was a broken umbrella with a broken frame. He clumsily tried a lot of them for her, but they were all broken. She pursed her lips and chuckled. After a long time, she picked out an intact umbrella, "How's it going?" Too fancy? "Is the senior still in the orchestra? "No, how would you know?" ""The senior is very famous. ""No. "For me..." The downpour in April had washed the streets of the city spotlessly clean, and he watched her leave. The girl who ran with a broken red umbrella, but happily ran, was so warm it made people think Tears. How could it be the cruel April described by Elliot, the season when love wakes up, but it is the real fragrance with cherry blossoms, a little deep.
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