Inscription quiet for so long, feel the need to write things out. Otherwise, we lose the direction to pursue, because there is no past experience can not really see the front of the goal, and your run is futile! In fact, the wheat grain is not called, but I like so called, but she is not growing in the northern wheat growing in the south but the wet weather Nuan wheat, hearty in character with a very special environment, not the classroom, not basketball field, and certainly not by a friend, we met at the runway. Perhaps running a soft spot, junior high school every day I run, I will not play basketball, to be known in this guy will be playing basketball in the century, I am not handsome so I do not play basketball. Perhaps this is a normal thing. Every morning I would on the runway at the campus running alone, I wonder when, looking around more than a pair of eyes, I will not bother to care about other people's eyes to this day,UGG boots clearance, one in the running and watching every passing day, until One day, behind him loudly: for you alone, of course, told you! Otherwise, you will bad luck and had to put on a smile, So curious myself. Well, you is not falling out of love, so in order to forget all this, every day, running here? however, advise you to one of the world every day someone in romance, but no one wanted to take a run ah every day. The day after, or running every day, but more personal attention to Bale. Also familiar with the slowly, but when you know a person will feel after a good small school (in fact, where we learn to meet her, really scary! And she always holds a big smile and made me no better embarrassed, hurried getaway. the day the rain, heard the weather forecast says it will next several days, but I am still went to the playground, the runway a bit less rain enthusiasm weekdays,UGG shoes, but more sub-wan elegant charm. I do not know when, standing around with more than one person. (she is always in my inadvertently appear.) is the most primitive vitality. people will run to survive, whether in ancient or modern, but I do not like running. comfortable. stagnant until the day she suddenly asked me: call you rice, two crops Well, you get even count it! , their hearts filled with people not always understand. Well, take a bath or go back to it, tiring of life or quit for good. OH-very, so the rumor did not make the life lost this lovely color, but also to make it grow! a later date is the same way too, until I meet on campus excited about the arrival of the annual changes have emerged. wheat and I bet if I ran in the 800m in the first three, she invited me to eat ice cream, if not, to ask her to eat. In fact, she had investigated before the game, and participated in track and field team of four 800m. But Since it is her and I bet the reason I did not not agree ah. but she did not know the teacher approached me several times to track and field team! no suspense, I ran a second, because people do better than me, and he has been training in the system. I went to the wheat before, looking at the mouth into the ? to first place the bet with you. ... ah ... Mom also told me that girls do not mess with angry, how do I do no remember? nothing with it! Later, we often eat ice cream. No, to be exact every Saturday afternoon, the pay is not AA, but is paid on a per person, turn to! but eating ice cream is always the same taste, I want her to blueberry apple. Of course when the time of our talk, but then she always stresses some very philosophical, perhaps ice cream to keep her mind clear of the bar. I mostly listen to her, sometimes plug in a few. Of course, the whole process is very easy and pleasant, because there is no binding between . friendship and never giving people at home. This is beyond the reach of love. because love is now hard to tell each other everything to heart. Maybe not, but I have seen are like this. People always love a person, after some of his own up the east of Tibet, for fear of seeing the other side, perhaps because the beginning does not trust, will make it easier to break up, divorce, perhaps it
time soon ran the pace of wheat birthday that day, it was a very clear day the weather, I went to the countryside around the wheat. I dislike climbing these things. Although this is not a test of my strength. I do not like those spiked to, and sometimes encounter a snake. I'm most afraid of a snake. But since people birthday, so had to go slightly! But I will forever regret my choice this time. Because I'm too dumb. Wheat is very beautiful day, deliberately loose hair down, long-haired girls always make people like. Besides, I like girls with long hair. Mountain breeze blowing her long hair, suddenly, she looked back at me from her eyes I felt something bad coming. I Batui to flee, she soon Oh to live, people? that, the rules say, a minute to go from here above the pavilion, and then run back here, even if I win, or even if I win, how? you are not running it right? how, afraid of? , you have to lose. Needless to say the final results, she asked every Saturday after eating ice cream to accompany her to climb mountains, My God, I'm dead! But no way, we can not lose the game and he lost ambition, not that climbing Well, no big deal. But I really do not want to come here ah! Who will save me ah ... ... Since then, the track occasionally a pair of people in the running, but only occasionally, she said she felt a little fat, so wanted to run me, I said it was the fault of ice cream later, do not eat. She looked at me eyes wide open, mouth spit out the words: Ice cream slowly melting, and our hearts are slowly growing. Suddenly I looked up, the students became indifferent expression on his face when the run came to realize that everything is fast! Repeat, is to run a circle around the runway. It is the world's most stringent test, which only the slightest force, it will easily be fanatical, romantic longing, or conquest. Therefore, the world has spread to his face by heart, aging also has nothing to do with age, starting from the indifferent. I am also getting a little overwhelmed by indifference,Discount UGG boots, that wheat is not breathing. She said she did not live calmly, too calmly, and she needs freedom. I told her that freedom does not exist, only you and I can not have, everyone can not have, and the difference is that some people can go to feel, and some people can not feel. Freedom has nothing to do with the time, no matter how relaxed you again, no matter how stagnant pace, you get only In fact, I was that I, but she did not know me only. But I am glad that my words re-exposed to wheat big smile, she gives the feeling of a new species has, in fact, that the full acceptance of his own sake. Mood should not separate the spring and summer and winter, like the days of never missing a small sub-seconds, rotating to round forever, and never restarted. But a new beginning, as the morning one day, wheat directed at running I shouted: Took her hand, ! And I, have to start another journey - may be confused, it may be wrong, may also have regrets; but at the moment, in addition to their commitment to the apprehension aside, I'm really happy. Because even those few are not happy all of the past are also mixed among never watched standing behind me, and I have nothing to do ... ... footsteps tread the runway N repeated many times, but we did not indifferent, borrow a word, I can proudly say: Everything as usual, the time is still running, learning continues. Wheat and rice are easy to learn that people, when many people hard at studying hard, we are holding a light readings this way, she loved the novel, I love comic books, so the two men head full of fantasy, but that is fantasy,UGG boots, Think about it! Running, ice cream, hiking, learning that simple, and so simple. Not in school holding hands through it, because do not want to just run through each day in front of her, give her a smile in response to her Big Smile. Go out to eat ice cream, mountain climbing, we hand in hand, but nothing more. Maybe do a bit more, we will separate. But they are all like this kind of relaxed, comfortable, wonderful feeling
Some say love, give people a strong driving force, may be it! Wheat began to work harder to learn, and ordered me to have to study hard. I dare not promise, in her eyes which is good for me! Not only that, but exaggerated to me at 4:30 every morning waiting for her downstairs to her bedroom. I continued to ask: a turning jump. Then in the classroom and six, when everyone was still asleep, we went to daily habits - watch and run. Perhaps the effort's sake, we have achieved in their respective classes in flying with. The excitement in the hearts of both sides, as Shique gone, perhaps to say thank you is redundant, because it is not necessary to say thanks. No quarrel, no romance, everything is natural, we also considered one of the few students who insist on such a long time lover! But I am confused, no flowers, no hugging, no kissing, no ... ... There's not a lot, but we have a day by day knowing each other's heart, this is enough. Because only this can resist everything, before it can really stick to the hearts of all. Wheat love writing, love of painting rice, each grain finished, the rice will be accompanied by an illustration for. Wheat asked me one day: article handed me: boys and girls a rose, in the boy's eyes, stabbed with flowers; the girl's eyes, the flowers have thorns. Boys always get things to work towards the best place, the girl happens sometimes bad things going towards the most. Lost boys always felt relaxed, but the girl has been heavy at times. Boys are often willing to pain rather than sorry, girls are often willing to regret rather than pain. But more, the boy often due to pain and regret, the girl often due to regret and pain. The boy's loneliness, creating great; girl's best to create alone. The more outstanding the more lonely boy, the girl the more outstanding the more lonely. Girl's heart, a drop of dew, crystal, transparent, can any kind of monochromatic light, refracted color. Girl's heart was born to worship. Girl that can take normal, but would not choose mediocrity. Boy's heart, but also transparent. If a piece of glass, magnanimous, pure. Boy's heart is a mirror, there is no real color came, willing to empty. Boys valued friendship, but also about love; girl tolerant of friendship, but then love is exacting. The trouble is that the boy: Why do not translate into love of friendship? Sad that the girl is: why not even reject the friendship with love lost? Boys tend to think: all are small near all the distance is large; girl thought: everything near large, all the distance is small. Boys often the major principles Checheng small things, the girl often the little things Checheng major ones. Boys always live in their own ideals, the girls are often living in the fetters of reality. Boy is a romantic, because romantic, very little trouble, but the most susceptible to over think and pessimistic. Girls on the contrary, very few pessimistic, maybe very sad, but more is trouble. Girls would often gather pain, constantly chewing; boys often painful break down, diluted diluted. Boys like to find value in the pain, the girl only in pain to know yourself. Girl's pain: Why is the total number of faults have missed? The boy's pain: if everything can not break through the realization of the reality? Girl's pain, precipitation in the eyes, accumulate in the bottom of my heart, when the heart no less than the storage, they will in the eyes bit by bit. Love stopping the pain. But during the day, often in front of the boy into a wall, only the night, picked up cigarette butts in the boy off on a clearly off. wheat, quipped, This is their attraction. Everyone has a birthday, rice is no exception. But bad luck this year, rice, birthday coincided with the festival, worth mentioning, had enough. It seems God had intended not to have any way to it, is called bad luck! Wheat looked at the smiling: next year, does not the same! Flowers and leaves us sitting side by side, watching the blue sky, they have no trace of clouds, only large tracts of the sun, feel free at last, we finally reach to run free. Wheat taken seriously with me, and I a little difficult. Trying to get to it with a smile asked me: I also like basketball: running in the action can make all kinds of flying. you enough, I do not want you too perfect, in my mind it would be better to stay a little something. life, do you?
campus has been repeated a lot of things, a lot of plain water, chores, but often bored on this topic, but this way, including teachers, too. But some things can not change, the promise of the teacher and sometimes as a lie, in fact, he sent word of two words, but many people can not do the former will contribute to the latter. I do not have to explain what a boring person, but did not make any guarantee, promise. I have not given any commitment to the wheat, how can you give other people committed to it! Also suggested that commitment to his girlfriend and not to achieve, so give her a look. It was not expected, but the deception. My commitment, once promised, and went to achieve, that is so stubborn. Perhaps the commitment to spread this love is no longer an age of value, but I still see it as the noblest, everyone should have their own sacred land left behind. I was a boy, do not care about other people's attention, perhaps independently, perhaps lonely, so I learned to listen to their choice to do something, so I live in their own world. However, the arrival of wheat, breaking the pattern of this world, but everything is still secure in developing, running. It is like two kids in a long emotional road running and play with. It was Saturday, the world light rain, no umbrella, wheat, or see me running as usual, and then and I slapstick, silent innocence of our school is full of laughter. Afternoon, we still eat ice cream, but I feel a bit not right. She insisted she and I exchanged ice cream, I can not. Exchange, eyes met, I saw something in her eyes flashing, but the wheat quickly bowed his head, which made me feel flawless. She ate lightly asked me: ! an hour to love someone, but you have to find a lifetime to forget someone. . eat it! loyalty you can, let you get away with it today. Today it rains, do not climb the mountain, go to another place to go, how? The way to the mysterious place in the wheat bought the stars beam tube, which made me even more curious, but asked her, she does not answer, but I blinked a few times on the eyes, the stakes are, but I did not get her way, followed by the. Days, the front is a mountain, but above all bamboo: , obviously climb, saying that the road to run up the flat. However, I entered the bamboo spent, really, here Words can not describe the landscape, the woods after the rain has been hazy on the floor like a fog, just like people in the same cloud. Nature generously to the taste of the original front of you, through the mist, the sun disappeared the next two or three strands are really the people Shuangwai Wai. While I was alone, intoxicated, the wheat has to find a piece of clean stone and sat down, and whispered to call me in the past. She sat beside a mountain breeze gently scratched face, live in the bamboo forest, I believe! Lucky teach you off, take a good look. you have to be completed within one month of 999, or, Daxing wait. Oh, the poor man gang! begging eyes, everyone scattered music ha ha, because they seem to find anything on me, but I do not have time to think about, and now my main task is to star, the other for the time being take a back seat. A month passed quickly, I took a bottle of the stars that came with the wheat and bamboo. Some people may ask this month, Is not what happens? In fact, many things happen, really! Are some things again and again, do I have to write it? Unless I'm full insisted on, or is the people know how to write! To the bamboo forest, the lack of the previous share of the mist, more than a lot of sunshine, mountain mixed with the taste of the sun, just like the taste of wheat who, very good news. While before I had counted N times, but I still worry that figure will not go wrong. Everyone has this experience, when people nervous, even 100% sure thing, you will go to suspect that this is the man! I looked at her, looked like she was anxious, I could not bear it, laughing. silly! not ... ... All the time happy or unhappy is a quiet life in the spray after another, all still have to return to normal life, the day is so over. Went to the end of the period, the rice and wheat bet must be admitted to the first three classes, or winter wheat to ignore the rice, until the school so far! Refuse nothing, afraid of what, I have confidence in their own strength, but sometimes the facts and you will always joke that I discharged with 0.5 points margin in the fourth, I lost the bet since the fight, I do not have Good complain. Wheat Zeizei looked at me and I was happy like a newspaper like the hatred, the Lok YY. I did not say anything. Winter wheat did not contact me there, and I do not want to be untrustworthy people, every day at home reading, in order to win back the next face, is also waiting for the wheat on the phone. Finally, the third day before the semester begins, wheat called the phone, about my meeting tomorrow in the bamboo. I am so happy that she finally agreed to see me, ha ha, what can we, as before, slightly too happy carefree! , mother Hanzhu me: ... Running while they sleep like my mom some of it, pipe it was, first to see the wheat! The car came to the bamboo forest, a watch, only quarter past six, and so will it! Look around all so familiar, when the fog has not faded in the woods, the sun has not shone in the woods seem to have returned to the woods when the first feeling, but a lot of cold than before, though I wore thick the coat!
tired to come home, Mom told me that there is a call girl played many times, but she did not leave, maybe she would still be fighting over. I hasten to Pick up the phone, dial the home phone of wheat, but no one pick. Hit consecutive three times, put down the phone, I collapsed on the sofa, saying nothing, the terrified mother and asked many questions, but I did not answer, innocently sitting there. See you tomorrow in our school! this time you can not be late ah, or the teacher will criticize you. Lucky wedge the bottle, I would say, are inside. I'm sorry! The next day, I went to a bamboo forest, wheat, or no, I came under a large pine tree, dig out the bottle, but that was not mine, be it wheat. Filled with stars, estimates should be 999, there is pressure in the bottle below the letter. Shoot to the soil, relying on pine tore open the envelope: can do. Now I have a flight to Australia, and our family emigrated to Australia. I know I have not told you is my fault, but I do not want you because of me every day, not happy, you should be happy, No one has the right to deprive you of happiness, I do not. I know that it is very cruel, but I can not think of a better way, I just hope you can forgive me, do not be sad for too long, you're a strong boy, that had you, I Henzhi Zu, but some things happen that we can not be expected. Do not give up running, I will be in Australia every day running, because I have developed a habit, can not see you running, had to run my own it. rice, thank you for accommodating me so many years, I was spoiled you, since no one bullied me how to do ah? There are many things that can only be placed in memory, the rice, you will experience more in the future many things, I was, I do not want to give you any promises, just as you do not promise me the same. promise to not just say, everything is so unpredictable, let us run it, although less double your side look of the eyes, but you get used to, because the same way before you come, I believe you can. because you are the rice ah! said so much, in fact, I just want to say one sentence: 'We just met a three- fork in the road, you and I chose a different way forward only. As for me the next junction, you can meet again, this who do not know, but if you do not run, then we could not meet, understand? ' time and people always joke that this it a joke with us, this is just a joke, I believe you will not have to be mean, but it has raw gas it! this stopped writing it, the fate of only the strong bow, is not it? continue to sweat in exchange. Time and and I started a joke, a sort of a small joke, relying on big pine, I laughed, and laughed hysterically, and no one will know what happened, all this will be bad in my heart, but I do not will stop running, because what the next fork in the road waiting for I do not know, I'm curious to see that point. The boy is willing to pain rather than regret. All again in the cycle, but each person will run and change over time, I learned basketball, liked hiking, to understand the true meaning of love, and ... ... I'm still running, running to my goal ... ... Postscript: Maybe this is just an ordinary story, perhaps a lot of people are still happening around this story, but I just would like to say: things waiting for you, opportunities will only favor those who never stop, only to the fate of the strong bow.
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