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Su Yiqi and Qi Xinyou met while skating. On one occasion, Su Yiqi went to the skating hall to practice in preparation for the city skating friendly match. While skating, she found a girl moping in the corner, looking at us helplessly and wiping her eyes from time to time. There must be something sad. Su Yiqi hurriedly slipped past and asked her with concern, what's the matter? Qi Xin said sadly, "I accidentally licked my foot." Very painful. " This kind of situation is not unheard of by Su Yiqi. To this end, she quickly said, "Let me help you to the hospital." The flower of friendship has sown the seeds.
From then on, they became good friends who talked about everything.
The skating friendly match went on as scheduled, and Su Yiqi won the No.2 sign. No.1 was so nervous when he came on the court that his heart almost jumped out and even gave up the game. At this time, Qi Xin always comforted her and said, "You have to believe in yourself, you can do it." At the end of the performance on Stage One, Qi Xinyou told her, "Actually, the competition is nothing, it's all your usual exercises. You just need to play normally. "
Bow on the stage, turn three times, jump, bow off the stage, everything is difficult and smooth. Qi Xin and Su Yiqi can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They knew Su Yiqi would win. Sure enough, Su Yiqi ranked first. At that moment, Qi Xin and Su Yiqi were immersed in happiness ... The flower of friendship slowly bloomed.
In the second week of Su Yiqi's competition, Su Yiqi and Qi Xin made an appointment to meet in Jiexin Park after school. The golden sunset shone on their faces and everything was so sad. Qi Xin said, "Su Yiqi, I'm going to emigrate. I'm going to Paris, and I may not come back. " Say that finish Qi Xinyou also don't back away. They're all pretending just to make each other feel bad.
Is "Ba" a tear of friendship?
The next day, I went to see Qi Xinyou. The big lock on the door made her stand there, and her heart seemed to be hollowed out. The wind will be cold and painful if it passes through the middle. It turns out that some leave can be silent, and Su Yiqi walks aimlessly. ...
A few days later, Su Yiqi received a letter from Paris.
Su Yiqi: You are the most flourishing tree in my childhood and the flower of my friendship. It is not too late to say goodbye. No sad face is my teenager. The years away from the city have changed. The street that knows you and me best has gone to the sun. People say goodbye to each other in the street. Whose voice sings my song, whose strings touch my heart? After you left, songs of friendship were still being sung in the street, and people were always repeating our story. I will definitely go back, because there is my only friend there.
Your friend Qi Xinyou.
Su Yiqi smiled so sadly that the birds took away the sunshine, but time made the flowers bloom too late, too late. ...
The flower of friendship has withered because its life is too short and fragile.
The morning light of a new day fills the room through the winter window, leaving a warm and elegant atmosphere in the room.
Open the window, the breath of winter, like a swift and free fish, suddenly rubs your nose and goes straight into every pore of your body.
A long-lost, fresh, tenacious kindness and restlessness rippled in my heart.
I smell winter.
There is no wind. The sunshine is very good. She hugs you with clear and warm eyes. It is a clean hug, which will make you forget your troubles and filth in an instant and wash away your inner emptiness; It is a dust-free hug, which will make you forget kitsch and think of beauty in an instant; It is a hug that will suddenly move you, make you cry and make you gentle. I finally understand that this is such a hug, and my heart will always be ambiguous, unspeakable, passionate and unforgettable.
There is no wind. The sky is transparent and clear. Touch your whole body with clear eyes and touch your wrapped soft and fragile heart. Much like my father's hand, although it is not gentle and delicate, it is full of reason and wisdom, showing bone and roughness, and at the same time, it can make love unforgettable.
There is no wind. The trees are silent, dividing their thoughts into tiny branches and delivering them to the clear sky. They want to do all the chapters of the winter story well. A ray of sunshine wanders, plays and stays in their consciousness, and projects its shadow on the surrounding ground in a staggered way. Trees have a little warmth in their thin pupils, perhaps because I believe that sunlight can help them realize their dream of recovery in deep soil.
There is no wind. Snow White is no longer melodramatic at this time. She put away her gentle waist and stopped showing graceful dancing. In an almost clear space, she fell into cold thinking: how much real dirt did her innocence, her purity, her beauty and her ignorance cover up? How many lost hearts can you call back? How much beauty can it bring to the world? How many ugliness, under the banner of their own holiness, are planning and planning? How many cheats and lies do you use yourself as a curtain to hide your shame?
Facing the pure smiling face of sunshine, the vacant white snow looks gloomy, standing in the middle of the road, crying sloppily.
There is no wind. Cold, clean, transparent and thorough, without ambiguity, ambiguity and fetters.
Twenty degrees below zero, like a frozen ice sculpture, is a state of great realm.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had gone through all these years until the end of my life.
It suddenly occurred to me that if love can be kept fresh, if love can last forever, is it an extreme way to freeze it at below zero in infatuation, and is it an absolutely beautiful beauty?
There is no wind. I have a branch in my heart that is full of flowers in winter. They pushed each other, squeezed and shouted, and it was very lively. They poured down from the balcony of more than 40 square meters, sprinkled with sunshine, splashed and flowed happily. Through the cold iron fence, through the winter chest, they poured a tree of life, a tree of freedom, a beautiful tree, beautiful and unrestrained. ...
There are different eyes under the flower, which are full of all the sunshine that belongs to this winter.
A beautiful girl came out of the flowers, and her laughter penetrated the whole winter time and space like spring.
Listen, this is the sound of trees blooming!
When did Wei Zi begin to dream? On that day in late April and spring, it was still sleeping soundly. Other plants have long been awakened by spring, scrambling to get their own good colors, competing for beauty and beauty. Alone, on the bare branches, there is no sign of showing off-it's really heavy.
Then one day, my eyes inadvertently slipped over the crape myrtle on the side of the road and stopped immediately. It is covered with green leaves. At that time, other plants were already green, and its green seemed to come out overnight. Always wait until the flowers bloom, people are surprised to find that there are so many crape myrtle on the roadside!
Its flowering is really a great thing, Brocade. Not one by one, but one by one. Collision, purple, white, red, blue ... The paint bucket was knocked over and spilled all over the floor. Every flower is inlaid with lace, and the folds are beautiful. Petals are tightly packed together, flowers are tightly packed together, so what you see is always a large group of splendor. It's amazing! -It's a blockbuster.
An Okumo is weaving a web among the flowers. Spiders are really good at finding places. In the hot sun, Wei Zihua's shadow flickered gently on the spider's web. I remember being naughty when I was a child. When I meet a cobweb, I will destroy it. The spider is stubborn, but it will rebuild its home in the old place and weave webs one by one. People are sometimes much weaker than spiders.
Naturally, I thought of that high wall, which is inseparable from my youth. Within the fence, it is a place to cultivate flowers and plants. There are all kinds of flowers and plants, among which Lagerstroemia indica is the most. Country people call that place a nursery. The nursery is guarded by a special person. It is guarded by a fierce-looking man. He is always patrolling his territory with a big German shepherd, and ordinary people can't get in.
This flower does not want to be bound, but sticks its head out of the fence and teases passers-by. Especially when crape myrtle is in full bloom, you can catch a glimpse of a red cloud floating there, turning the nursery into a fairyland of Yaochi. When I go to school, I always pass by and stay there for a long time every time. At that time, I didn't know it had a nice name, Wei Zi. The villagers called it the itch tree. Because its branches are slippery, the tree is full of trembling and ticklish little girls with a touch. You tease her, and she giggles and hides.
Finally, one day, my deskmate and I skipped classes, escaped the park keepers and climbed over the fence. The glass on the fence scratched our arms, and the brocade-like flowers quickly made us forget the pain. We sat side by side under a flower tree, watching spiders weave webs and watching the shadows of flowers dance on each other's faces. Outside the fence, someone's voice is getting closer and farther. The spider's web was destroyed by us and woven again. The garden keeper has been staying in his hut at the gate, and the radio is singing Beijing opera that we can't understand. The big German shepherd didn't bark all afternoon.
We didn't leave until dusk, but we climbed over the fence. The gardener didn't show up. We managed to steal two blooming Osmunda japonica.
At that time, it was just ordinary, one tree blossomed and two young people. But year after year, I was immersed in it and couldn't stop. I hope I can't go back by time bus. Everyone remembers that there are several crape myrtle trees in the blue brick wall. There is a man's hut and a big German shepherd at the gate. Men are not as fierce as we thought. One day after we climbed over the fence, I passed by and the big German shepherd yelled at me. He stopped the big German shepherd and comforted me. Don't be afraid, little girl.
The nursery in those days is long gone. The people who kept the park in those days later went to the provincial capital. Who knew he was a calligrapher? -Listening to people talking about it, I smiled and saw Ziwei flowers swaying among the trees.