Our essay in the Mood for Love.
I stepped on the sunshine, like a cheerful and lively deer, crashing into this era called gaudy, flying into the temple of knowledge like an angel.
In my ignorance, I became cherry red and banana green. ...
However, once upon a time, there was a feeling of fog, rain and wind lurking in my heart. As soon as I looked back, the willows by the river were green and tender, and the soft branches hung down and swayed. Looking around, the prosperity of spring has been staged, what a beautiful and affectionate spring!
He and I are the best in this grade, but the gender difference makes us like two parallel lines that will never intersect. But in this spring, we met. Neither alone in a tall building nor looking back suddenly, these classical complexes are like stars in the sky, flashing in a very distant time and space. We are contemporary, modern and naturally modern.
The students around him made him sound like the mythical Nezha, with superhuman powers. He can do almost anything. I asked these students for his QQ number and added him with great joy. While waiting for him to go online, I somehow felt like an angler. However, I swear, my purpose and motivation are absolutely pure, just like "clear water produces hibiscus".
At first, what we were talking about seemed to be taken away by the wind. What remains in my mind is the slow heartbeat, like playing a soothing symphony, his extraordinary speech and the noble temperament I feel. Although I look like a proud peacock princess in the eyes of my classmates, I still feel inferior in front of him like grass growing in spring.
As we talk more and more frequently, I have an unprecedented feeling in my heart, which is very "untidy and chaotic". However, I didn't cut it or cut it, and let it grow like a weed. Looking around, it's quite poetic!
At the end of the math contest, I came to the corridor and saw him coming against the light. He shines in my eyes like sunshine. I stood there like a snail. At this moment, a soft voice came: Xu Bei, did you do well in the exam?
This is the first thing he said to me. I will remember it from beginning to end, and I still remember the face with a slight smile and youthful light.
It is an indisputable fact that I like him. As for when, who and how to spread it, I don't care at all.
That day, he fulfilled his promise to send me a word. Between pen and ink, there is an extraordinary heroism. I folded the kraft paper with these words in half, which made me paranoid.
Maybe I was too enthusiastic about him and made him feel uneasy. He sent me a short message, and I read it with tears. "Huns are still alive, how can we talk about children's affair?" What a gorgeous refusal! I was more gratified than heartbroken. I smiled, and the laughter fell like sunshine. After laughing, I admire him even more. I still broke enough paper according to the plot I imagined. We observe each other's thoughts through this window.
For both of us, the stories of talented people and beautiful women in past dynasties are inevitable. He said, "Hold your hand and grow old with your son", as white as snow.
However, although snow is beautiful, it can't escape the fate of melting. And what a beautiful promise, to become the Se of Yang's dear love?
The cuckoo's cry announced the arrival of summer. His words gradually became sadder, more hesitant and more helpless.
His head is still flashing on the screen as before, but those conversations in the window turned gloomy and tears gently slipped into my heart:
"If you want to do something, you have nothing, but the best time is still young. The wind and water turn, and you are proud to see your friends. When it was always the blue sky, the spring breeze suddenly turned over overnight. "
"Men are heroic and shake the world."
His spirit is really unparalleled.
I suddenly realized that a boy who cares about the world like him will not and should not die in a gentle country.
I want to be as strong and brave as him, and write a magnificent symphony of destiny with my youth. I said to myself firmly.