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Memories of youth in the wind
Memories of youth in the wind inflammation Standing in the group, looking at travel, always felt himself so small. An unfamiliar heart, more sensitive, and sometimes a strange one is willing to smile and ignore everything. I think the only green ones would do such a foolish thing, and the heart full of feeling. My young heart had been sad, but inside there should be a most strange bright smile can hide in the petals falling like the earth's belly, this is nothing but points, just an ant in a little prayer. May, I got a job in town, and then played with a single series of leisurely walk day by day this child. The child, accustomed to a look at the scenery, a run, a heavy heart trouble, a dream. July Street, I saw many familiar faces and backgrounds, but they already do not remember me this face, do I really old yet? I want to cry! So, I began to recall. Memories, I find that once the password is lost in the wind. Thought of Mao, I have came to a shining tears. We have not seen each year. In the past year, many times, I in Xiamen and Fuzhou in his. I mixed in Xiamen and Fuzhou in his study, administration. Mao I said you can guy is a future officer, and may have remembered me. Mao smile Oh, I know Mao will not forget me, I'm sure. Mao can forget many things to many, but not forgotten me. Before Mao in High School, is a happy and simple naughty children, like a good hand and play table tennis, ten minutes between classes will also run on the first floor came from the third floor of a fun . Mao I had really high for a very unexamined, which makes him regret. In his words is that, high and one managed to pass through no problem, High School has suffered injury, and the high school senior is too sweet, the time a flash over. But he went to college, it makes me feel happy. High and one day later, I said I want to write a novel Mao,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], 30 million words, finish high school before graduation. Mao believe me, it sticks to be, which I am grateful. But then write that only 18 million words, sophomore to finished. Then we and the other preoccupied with the students to drink some wine at the hotel. To high school, and I can talk about anything Mao a friend, often sitting in the pavilion on campus, the breeze in our face. We sat face to face, the eyes looking at each other in good faith, the mind a little dig a little to each other, eyes as bright as the heart. We are in pain, sorrow, and be happy. When the wind and from the woods after we blew, we actually like, like girls holding hands, walked back to the classroom. Mao is my third year of his girlfriend did not recover for two months has been like to catch up with the tender. Chung-based Mao said, I'll help you. Help later, Mao and Johnson together. When Mao told me very uneasy when Johnson had promised him, my heart pain pain, pain I want to cry. At that time in the evening, very quiet, no stars, only the wind blowing gently, a leaf fell on my face, was actually green. I smiled and said well I well I Mao, you have a girlfriend, and when to celebrate? Mao later said something, I said to the Mau Mau I already do not like Johnson was. Sleep, my pillow all over. Before graduation, I said I do not want the college entrance examination Mao. He said he was tired of school life. I said Mao, you must insist, I believe you. And I, you know my environment, on the test are the same, what the students did not experience the college entrance examination is not complete simply put! Finished, our relative silence. This time we have no language to flow, because our hearts are with each other. We have not talked about parting . Departure for us, a good heavy. If you choose, we will never choose separation. 2003 �� 4 day of the month at noon, I fled the campus. There are many students come to see me, Mao came. Start the car the moment, I said I would come back to see Mao you! Then the torsional side. I'm afraid of the rain poured out their eyes Mao's heart. In Xiamen, I called again and again to Mao, we have many, many words that seem to have lots to talk about. Mao said, loyalty base, I am falling out of love, I'm sorry Jiao! Mao said, loyalty-based, college life'm bored, I'm so bitter! Mao said, loyalty base, you send me photos, and I can not remember your face! Mao said, loyalty base, there are two girls in our class like Love and Johnson before, how could this be? I saw them on the sad! Mao said, loyalty base, your section to go home? I miss you! Mao said, loyalty base, you write text? Can not give up, or I will not let you! ... ... ... ... I said, Mao, I like a girl I had in the company. I said, Mao, my article won the prize. I said, Mao, I miss you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I said, Mao, are you okay? We are best friends! I said, Mao, you must study hard! I said, Mao, you think of Johnson be? ... ... ... ... Each got off the phone, while I Lost Souls, hearts full of Cang Sang, thinking we had in the happy and unhappy with the time, but now separated to cry! blue and I like the deep with the text. We thus go together, a pair of close friend. Portland is a beautiful girl with bright blue eyes. The same as her text. Blue like the San Mao, has dreamed of one day carrying a huge blue canvas bag, a straw hat, a pair of shoes, a pair of flashing eyes, looking for the Sahara in the dream, even if his face tired and do not give up. I say blue, I understand you. But then, little blue writing. Lan said that to the college entrance examination. I clearly see the blue eyes of deep pain, and my heart a little bit of pain but also to diffuse the all my heart. Reality we can only choose to do the most helpless. The same as I choose to give up the college entrance examination. Lan Xue is music, art school applicants. Lan voice is cotton candy, soft, clear, and sensitive. She has been very hard, I know. 2003 in Xiamen of the summer, I had a goal, so lonely. Often, thinking about yourself, think of many, many friends are not on the edge of tears. Who knows, in this chunks at one time, I met a street in Xiamen, a long-awaited blue. I think, poor me some days, less walking in the direction of guidelines somewhere, let us meet, let us move. I chatted blue, laughing, silent, sad the. We are all changed, because we learn to grow up in life; we did not change, because we have deep with each other. Lan said that I want to repeat, is still old school, I wanted to test a better school. I know that blue inner pain. Passed in 2003, the college entrance examination in 2004 are now in the past, but I find blue but no, she moved she? I often rides his bicycle through a street, through a strange group, to find a familiar silhouette. In the deep quiet time, leaning against a chair wearing a thin shirt, cool breeze, I lift the sky actually look Shensui destiny which made me start thinking about not thinking different. Does he started in the wind old yet? Lan remember every letter given to me, I must remember to be happy. Me and blue are not happy children, you are day to my property. Because of Portland's encouragement, I have the courage to write down write it down, even if some words I still insist on a step on coating. I wrote a lot of blue text, blue also wrote many of my text, happy, sad, and sincere. We deal with a sincere heart the heart. Sorry, your extremely understanding! In fact, I'd want to change some of the thousands of things worry you because only you will understand my concern. But what of it? A pain when pressing hard to heal wounds, what should strive hard, or walk alive? I still maintain a smile in front yard of injury can also be used to create this is a stream of wealth! We are not in the same place, not have the same idea, but you do know me desolate. However, that has been looking for a dream, has become too decent, and sometimes feel the rush of other targets in the end. Afternoon on the street with my flow, is also the same as before,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not willing to live like this, do not always show off quiet discontent. Seven-day holiday to myself in the house, reading books, hard to read.One time, went to the roof of the crowded street to see the group, is protesting too much freedom or absurd life? Know your state of mind, is the seasons change, the dream haunting lament around the rivers, such as diarrhea, a grass, a leaf, a flower, all belong to the soul of the stability of deep secret. You rarely encountered in this foreign land known to have been, perhaps I only your friend, because you do not wear a mask. You must be happy! , five light ten, but it is a place of liquid, I read in addition to heartache or hurt. pale child, the light was so lonely heartache. outside the classroom as empty as empty to generate panic. I lie on the table, writing text under my drawer. can not write text, I look out the window of the sky lift, who knows at a glance out the window I saw the Chinese. his face clean of sad, helpless and lonely call my position, I think, even years later, it reminds me of things have happened and those worries. I Fangxia Bi, pick up a good thing, and China come together, piece of wood together under the trees toward the school. Wah and I tell the story of him and Ping Hua Ping me say that, but to do. Hua Ping said that I take, but she used my money to buy something for another students. Wah said ... ... she spoke, China borrowed my weak shoulders, bright light in the house that silent cry. I do not have comfort, because all the words are significant at this time pale and weak. We have always maintained that a helpless gesture, too, come to the mountain until. Then I ran a small shop and bought a pack of cigarettes. as we lit one, and more and more clear silently together. China poses a kind of smoke desolate beauty, and his voice is like the move. He sang songs, began to sing, to shed tears, and my tears are falling silent. Hua said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], brother, you man enough to know my sorrow. third year, we all know that with time running out. So we cherish each other between classes to be run from the second floor or third floor, third floor, went to the second floor of my classroom on the third floor, China's second floor. child will quietly went downstairs in our building, sooner than not looked back. Finally one day, China said to me, loyalty base, I'm leaving. finished,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], grief has overwhelmed us. give China the day, I, Mao macros are here. our hands are carrying large bags to something. China car at the moment, said to me, in fact, I hate to drop out, but I have no choice. I know that China and Ping, this long and painful Jean China suffered the torture. But our youth, there will always be painful. also remember that in the dorm drinking drunk stagger down to the ground sing to the King; Remember when we went in late on Saturday to climb the wall street to see deep into the dorm video chat but was also caught envelope class as King; also I remember hiking with us in the top face of the blue sky, facing the woods torn throat singing King; remember when you called me downstairs, and then we go canteen dinner scene; also remember that in the pavilion, under a tree, stuck together in the dormitory as King; ... ... ... ... many have, one by one moving image, will be in my heart never off! Macros are always so beautiful smile. In my memory, the macro is a happy child. is his and when I say something sad face is full of light. I like that child, his happiness is my sad my sweetest taste. I am sad to go to the macro side, sitting at his side, and sometimes simply sleep in his arms like a baby, we were talking softly. looking at the macro smile, my heart vanish a lot. I know I can not do without macros. I deeply him him! macros and I said he liked the girl. but the macro just stops like no other action. In the macro view, there are too many unstable factors in the campus, knowing that too hard, why now? macro is realistic, unlike me, like far-fetched idea, too many dreams. macros that he has to do with my big boss, earn a lot of money, and then I spent with him. I said, Well, I'm waiting for that day. Middle School next semester, Wang sent a photo to me. photo Wang smiles, after the mountain is covered with trees, a green, the color of life. I like this photo, the same as like the photo. Every time looking at the pictures, they myriad of thoughts, remember a lot of things, make me laugh, but I inadvertently came to tears. Later, I saw a macro in Xiamen, and crazy play for a day. In Peng Island, we talked a lot, past, present and future. Peng beautiful island scenery, as our hearts. I think in this time, sadness is a sin. So we have maintained some friends and happiness, that is, separate they also make yourself happy. next day, the macro train ride north to the Sichuan school. I did not send him, first, because I was afraid King will once again turn to I could not make the pain suppression; the second is due to the classes, no time. always remember the macro often ask me the sentence, loyalty base, we would not together , you still remember me? time I looked at the sky, in the hallway outside the classroom. So I looked at the macro back to the eye, like a lonely ghost town, deep endless. I smile and say how? I can forget a lot, but I will never forget you. because of the macro in my heart, how special and unique. macro like holding hands, lying in his arms , quietly talking, quietly listening to music. like to sit under a tree to eat snacks and macros, the wind gently blowing our hair; ; like macro happy smile, so I feel happy; like Saturday afternoon to go shopping together and macros; and macros like sitting, chatting to the two of us; like to hear, says, loyalty base, we ... ... ... ... ... ... time, is the young killer. When the day and lost in the mountains there, the face of black, muddy shaking, I thought of them, my life friend in need. I was afraid when I lost my youth, they also lost friends who can. So, I tried to remember. windy, mind blowing in the wind, Green blowing in the wind. ; in retrospect, I have tears of happiness shed rain.
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