I don't know if you have, although I can't find it in my memory, but I firmly believe that I have experienced it. There must be, even now. That kind of loneliness.
That loneliness hurts. Charlie wasn't looking sad or wistful, he was just watching everyone with a tray at lunchtime. He looked them in the eyes and accepted their rejection. I just pursed my lips, as if accepting the fact that I have to stay up for another 1385 days and nights. Without friends, I have to suffer for 1385 days. The camera zooms farther and farther from Charlie's dinner plate, and an empty table appears, and a table full of laughter appears. Charlie is not eating with his head down and sad, but tearing off a small piece of bread and stuffing it into his mouth , while watching the laughing crowd.
You see things
And you understanding
You are a wallflower
There are really good people like Same and Patrick, they party, they dance, they have all the good and the carefree, they still find the wallflower boy, they Say You see things, and you understand. Come on everyone-To Charlie. Patrick raises his glass. 'To Charlie!' everyone raised their glasses.
The people who really see things and understand are Same and Patrick. I met someone in high school who invited me to join her friends at lunchtime when I was alone. Although we didn't become close friends as we wished, that feeling has always stayed in my heart. A kind person is the beginning of fond memories of high school.
She is as beautiful as Same.
The first person I met when I first entered college made my heart skip a beat, and let's leave him without a name. He sat next to me at a gorgeous party, and the colorful stage lights fell on our faces. We seemed to be watching a movie in a time cinema a few meters away, traveling through a mysterious tunnel, and being watched by the stars and the universe under the night sky . I turned my head to see his smiling face in the spotlight, and that was the narration: Omg, I met him. So let's call him the person with a good laugh.
A person with a good smile has an ordinary name. Every word is ordinary to the extreme, but it is as bright and beautiful as Zhang Zhiming in "Zhiming and Chunjiao".
Why so nice people choose the wrong people to date? Charlie, with a book on one shoulder, turned around when he walked to the door of the classroom, let out a breath, pursed his lips, Can I ask you something? to answer the question.
-Why do some good people associate with the wrong people?
-We accept the love we think we deserve.
I always thought that someone with a good laugh was only one or two years older than me, but unexpectedly, he was almost graduating from graduate school. I may be stupid or whimsical Baidu that generally has three beautiful words, and got amazing information.
Undergraduate double degree, various activity awards, various scholarships.
Surprise, not surprise. I flinched at that moment.
We only accept the love we think we deserve.
Mr.Anderson replied.
Hope to stop. Are people like this? When you meet an excellent person, you dare not approach it, and when you meet a not-so-excellent person, you are not reconciled. What exactly is love? The fruit you get must not be the one you wanted at first. People are choosing. A natural love like Bella and Edward is destined to be rare.
Can we ake them know that they deserve more?
'We can try.' Mr. Anderson said. His eyes were firm. Charlie smiled, pursing her lips in a reserved smile.
The person with a good smile said, I am tired. Just last month.
"I'm in love, but I'm tired," he said. "I'm happy inside, but I'm breaking many of my previous routines and principles, distracting my energy and investing my money." He sighed, not eager for any comfort or advice from me. "I wish you a good night's sleep," he said.
I was insomnia for almost a month at the time.
Our conversations always end in five minutes. At first, I tried to maintain a calm voice, but I was vulnerable. People with good smiles were always so rational. For the first time, I felt that people who were too rational were not very witty. The conversation always revealed "I can do it myself", "I don't need you" message. In the later conversations, I became a foolish character, with more exclamation marks, more tone particles, and more expressions.
What kind of person will this girlfriend be? No clue at all. The only certainty is that she must be very good. better than me.
The man with the good smile doesn't know how much I appreciate him. After meeting him, I began to change my life. I don't want to miss the next one because I'm not good enough, and I don't want to wear a pair of broken shoes into the world of another person with a good smile.
The night before we parted, Same asked Charlie the same question Why
do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing?
-We accept the love we think we deserve.
Music for meeting Same for the first time, with open arms in the tunnel.
This is happen. I am here
I'm looking at her. She is so beautiful
I can see it. This one moment when you know you're sad story
You're alive
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
And everything that make you wonder
And you are listening to thae song on thar drive
With the people you love most in this world
And this moment I swear, we are infinite. The window is so clear
, the spring in Beijing, the willow catkins in the sun, I am in the library See clearly.
Why do you step up your pace, why do you force yourself to write, why do you still need to practice speaking after being so busy and hard, why do you have the cheek to try again and again? Because the youth is still going on, I think of the catkins flying outside the window, dancing like bubbles in the sunshine that does not belong to the warm sun. I felt it was going away faster and faster and had to be made faster.
When I'm seventeen, I forget what it's like to be sixteen Pickup trucks zipping
through neon lights
I know one day all of this will be a thing of the past A beautiful face poking out of the car window through the tunnel light
But now, those moments are not over yet.
So I dare say that we have infinity.
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