A woman in a picture says that classmates are always asking what to do next. What requirements can we meet? I feel very sad, I can't tell them

Samuel

October 7, 2022 at 8:41 pm

The yellow ribbon on the old oak tree
Wed by

The curved bending on this expansion and expanding road, hearing the sound from a distance.
This is the way she has come to school countless times -but now, it is all right. It has been four years after graduating from junior high school. For the past four years, the road she has never walked has been remembered for no reason.
Remember that at that time, she always liked to pick a beautiful colorful stone kick, kick away from the distance, then catch up, then kick, and then catch up ... kick it all the way to kick it all the way to it ... Go home or go to school, kick to the classroom or door of the home, or, or where you can't find anymore ...
thinking about, the girl who thinks that she has grown up, just goes to junior high school It appeared in the infinite sun that fell: dragging her hunting bag (her school bag was called a hunting bag), hummed, and picked some wild flowers and wild grass to play: either tore the petals one by one , Learn the heavenly girls all the way; either stick a furry shame leaves like cracking fans on the placket as a decoration; either insert two rough dogtails or something in the buckle ...
Hmm -there, there should be a very old and old banyan tree there. Under the old banyan tree, there should be an old wooden house. Under the eaves of the old wooden roof, an old red lantern should be hanged. The word "water with water" should be written in bright yellow ... Ah, yes, the window sill of the old wooden house was once the place where she accumulated a thick meat petal of the bells. I remember that every time she passed, she took a look at the old house in the wooden windows and black holes, and then stacked the petals and piled it up. And the wind, but it was air -dried, blew up, and sprinkled it ... Red and red embroidered the ground.
There, and there should be a large and broken truck, the tires were stunned, the patent leather was peeled off, and the lonely was abandoned there, and no one came to drag it away. And it used to be a curved milestone. Because it happens to be among the home and school, and seeing it, that is, it is not far from the destination.
When I thought about it, I suddenly stopped. Hmm -Also, what about the two boys who rushed to kill and chase all day? In the whole junior high school, what about the boys who are always walking on the same road inadvertently or nearby? Suddenly, the two familiar teenagers saw the two familiar teenagers. From the door that could not be opened, I climbed into the car that broke the truck, sitting on the old skin cushion, and turning the rusty steering wheel in the brake. The ground was loud, yelling and yelling, what is happy ...
today, today, four years later, maybe the first party of junior high school students may meet them?
It far from the distance seemed to be drifting, and the bend looked for a sound -God! I want to see them soon. The excitement has risen full of it, for four years, what will they look like now? Is it changed or not?
next to S, she saw the ballroom named "Back to the House". The transparent landing large glass is soaked by the melancholy sunset -soaking like a pure and pure rose red wine. It's here.
This stood bent fixedly, and the murmured English song was heard in the ears, which was originally Simon and Garphonic's voice: "Tell her a thin shirt for me, thin Thin shirts, then paint parsing, foreign Suye, rosemary and musk ... "
is so familiar, as if a deep call to God's chase, bending the whole body As soon as he shook, his heart hung up. how? Is he here too? That ... he? I do n’t know if I should go in for a while. I have n’t ended that for many years. Is this the reunion? Raising his eyes, but when you saw the east, a crescent moon gradually rose, faint, humid and transparent; while on the west, there was still a red day, round, desolate and quiet. Hey -because the sun belongs to the day and the moon belongs to the night, so only in such an accidental moment, the sun and the moon will meet.
This turned around and wandered for a long time. Finally, he did not step into the gathering party of Realo, alone, move forward, go forward -heavenly, all those are like fantasies like fantasy, as illusory like The past of the electricity goes out step by step ...
If you want to listen to the dream when you are young, please sit on my steps.
The past and turbid past, who wants to tears?

It first listening

"The wind is soft and the spring is early, the shirt is in a good mood. I remembered that that day, she got up very early, groaned in the "Bodhisattva Bar" of Li Qingzhao, pushing away the plain wooden windows, and pushing up the curtains made by Fenglan and hanging bamboo plums-- On the curtain, there were a few faint buds, and they were ashamed to open them. The season has passed the beginning of autumn, but it feels like spring.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 3rd floor

Essence The old lady next door got up earlier. On the small red mud stove, the lotus seeds were boiled with lotus seeds, sugar porridge rushed into the green smoke, and the fragrance of rice came in through the window. A ray of fantasy golden beams -penetrating the branches and leaves that penetrate the sycamore trees -scattered down, scattered, and the particles of smoke are suspended in it. A clear bird cry, empty, empty, as if in the ears, and far from the bamboo deep forest.
The white towels on the neck of the bend, walking in a faint wind, a chic hair -slightly flying. Come to the dew wells that crushed the osmanthus, and hit a cool well water. Then, a spoonful of rose flowers were exposed in it, stirring, and stirring, while the wells railled, scooped water with a gourd scoop, and rinsed with long hair flowing -natural atmosphere, the fragrance of flowers and plants. It's in the hair ...
The old lady next door turned off the fire, and she was sitting on a small stool with a small stool in the small stool, with a thick pottery bowl in her hand, blowing gas , Drink porridge. An old black cat embraced her feet lazily, holding the sun warmly with her back. For a while, the old lady raised her eyelids, but saw a little girl, wearing a white banana dress, walking in Tingting in the slight morning light, and the smooth and smooth hair was wet on her shoulders.
"Yo!" The old lady couldn't help but stir up her thumbs, "Little girl, really beautiful!"
This laughed, bright like a white lily in the tip of the sun.
The summer vacation is about to end. At the time of the new school year, the curved notice received the admission notice from key S. The notice said that that day was the day when the freshman reported — the report was reported, and the bend is a brand new middle school student.
The dream of dreaming. In the past, students in S often saw that students in S were doing radio exercises. Sometimes my mother said: "Bender, look at — that is, the smartest brother and sister can go to S, the curved children are long, and the curved children are long. I have to go to S in the future! "When I said, my eyes were full of expectations. Looking at the big brothers and sisters from the distance, I felt that they were really happy with the music of the broadcast. At that time, in her eyes, S was heaven. If I can also put on the school emblem in S on the street, how good should everyone step by looking in the envious eyes?
I did not expect that such a beautiful wish will be realized so quickly.
staying at home in a summer vacation, really boring and stuffy. I looked forward to starting school earlier, and I saw new classmates earlier. So, after hastily ate breakfast, I hurried to the school.
This finally sat in the clean new classroom -Class and 6 of the first day, uh. Everything is so exciting, and the window is full of white roses. Turning his face deliberately, watching the buds that were rising casually. In fact, what she wants to study in her heart is that this room is full of students from various elementary schools -her new classmate.
Suddenly, on the side of the hillside, a small black dot rose out of the horizon. Gradually, the cold eyebrows and eyes were raised, and gradually, the heroic nose and lips were raised. Young boy. He opened two long legs and flew on the horizon, lined with a huge red sun behind him. It would be so obstacle to the obstacles, everything in his eyes did not matter. He crossed the railing of the playground, crossed the bicycle, crossing the flower pond in front of the classroom ... Then again, he stopped in front of everyone. Jump, if you find an empty seat and sit down — it ’s really elegant as a leopard.
This can't help her face red, and I was strange that I had watched the strange boy for so long. After all, the age of thirteen is an easy age, because the boy's cool running posture and the young people who don't care about everything are deeply remembered.
It seven years later, when I remembered the shyness of the time, I couldn't help but feel short of my chest. Is that the first mark he left to her? Maybe, maybe, after a hundred years, he is still the catcher of her soul?
Later, Mr. Yan, the head teacher, came in. At that time, Teacher Yan, then you were young and beautiful, and were a freshman who just graduated from the Chinese Department of the Normal University of N. She just stood behind the podium so quietly, and she was not like other teachers. She held the blackboard with a whip and shouted vigorously: "Everyone is quiet! Everyone is quiet!" She likes the wild lily in the mountains of the morning fog. She is quiet, quiet but really straightforward. She has the classic and fresh appearance of Lin Daiyu, but the vitality and dare of modern women in their bones. Her gaze just turned around inadvertently, and suddenly shrouded the light of a room. Everyone unconsciously lost her expression. At that moment, she seemed to be shocked by her beautiful light.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 4th floor

I can't remember it at all. Perhaps, a real beauty is not the gold and silver jewelry of Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang Treasure -her own light is enough to make all the jewelry sad. Just remember that Teacher Yan likes interesting plant jewelry. Smart she is always refreshing. Or use a red rose to be placed on the rolling hair, pick a ray of blue silk on the cheeks and ears; or two beautiful white magnolia, wear it on the eyes, shake step by step at a time, shake one step at a time , Step by step; or, with red beans and Bodhi, a few circles of bracelets around Hao wrist. If you touch it without your heart, you will gently make a few crispy sounds ... That chic Dust, the feeling of freshness and nature was found in this careless flower arrangement and wearing and wearing and wearing and weeds- "There are beautiful women, live in Empty Valley ... Tianhan Cui's sleeves are thin, sun and twilight to repair bamboo." When "Beauty", everyone thought of Teacher Yan — such a kind of beauty of the wind and clear style. Later, when the girls talked about those popular stars in private, they would unconsciously take them to compare with Teacher Yan. As a result, comparison, but concluding, what is the first beauty? Where is Teacher Yan so durable?
That day, when I saw Teacher Yan at first glance, she fell in love with her. Like a person and hate others. People who like it have always liked it, and those who hate them have always hated, and there is never a reason.
Is do not remember what Teacher Yan said, just remember, in the end, she said to arrange a homework: "After everyone goes home, each person is about 30 minutes of recording tapes. The content and form are not limited. Just show ourselves. After the start of school, we will select a box of excellent 'personal album' from each four -person group. Then, concentrate, and then evaluate the first, second, and third prizes ... "
At first, when I heard that I was going to do my homework, I thought that before the school was officially started, I was busy with my homework. The boss was frustrated for a while. After hearing it is such an ingenious "homework", he will laugh. Very creative -Introduction, who has done such homework? From that moment, the bend has made up his mind, and desperately thought to Teacher Yan -leave a unique impression.
In the way home, the bend picked up the small wild flowers on the roadside, inserted it in the buckle, and opened her first "personal album" in her heart.
As soon as he returned home, he brought a blank tape from a paper box and picked a box of Sony. After filling up the big mouth of the recorder, I ca n’t get the idea. What should I say first?
So I took the paper and wrote the draft. But he was holding his face and thought for a long time. Hey -Where should I say? Looking and looking at the mirror, I saw myself clearly. In that mirror is an angel -like flawless face. Even after watching it for a long time, I still couldn't find any shortcomings -it was perfect and perfect. The fantasy fantasy is as fragile and fragile as the glass, always with some sadness, always hurts or hurts himself. It is because of being too perfect that my mother is worried: "It is said that the female eighteen changes, the more beautiful.
Mom's worries are also bent, hey -if I grow up, I can just be like Teacher Yan. After a while of God, I came up with a few words: "My name is curved, like the curved moon. I am a sad girl, very quiet and lonely. The mirror speaks, likes to write the name in the water, likes the music in the air, and likes to let the wind spread my long hair ... "
This Into likes such emotional self -introduction. After clearing the throat, solemnly pressed the recording and playback keys, and read it with a very gentle voice. The result is: very dissatisfied. Why is my voice so tight? Why not relax at all? Wanderer thought. Then, wiped it out without hesitation -to come again. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, try to be peaceful and quiet, imagine the distant mood. Then I started to read slowly. But after reading two sentences, I ca n’t read it wrong, hey -
is really not easy. In order to excel, I was so annoying, I wiped it over and over again, and recorded it ... In the short 30 -minute album, she used her for a full week. The album has a characteristic, that is -when I said, "When I am alone, I like a blowout ..." Then, I blown a song of "Waiting for Tonight". Next, I said, "There is one, it is my favorite ..." Then, when the old "reed flower boat" was sang, when singing, he also shot with the festival, knocked on Fang Xiang, knocked dinglyly The crispness and ancientness of the metal Yu Yinna. Then he said, "How is it? Did you hear what the song is it?" "I still like to write poems. Although I don't write well, I still like to write. I can read a little poem I wrote "... The entire album is such a monologue, there is a kind of casual and loose, as if you think of wherever you think of. In fact, the bending can be used with heart -it is carefully planned.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 5th floor

I often make it ridiculous, but when all this has passed, I miss it for no reason: I miss the recitation of the poem that was interrupted because my mother opened the door; A slide sound; missing the laughing sound of sings and singing ...
Then, bent on a silver -gray cardboard, drawing a long hair in the ink steel pen in the wind The gushing girl, half a long eyelashes, has a dream of sorrow on her face, wrote the word "True" next to it, as the title of this box of albums. Finally, I added a few strokes with a white gouache, brightened a little, and did not fill in the color. This style of painting comes from the "Shoe Belt" of Impressionism, the outline of the light flowing, the looming lines, the purity of the non -carving or not, and the light and sorrowful sorrow. In the end, the bending was cut off with a beautiful worker knife, folded in the transparent box of the tape, and made a seal of the album. Well, just by yourself -can you make such a good effect, very excited -Who else will be more versatile than me? Wandering proudly.
The week after the start of school, the "solo album" - "True", as the mussel mother surrendered the pearls of the years.
The teacher Yan deliberately arranged a theme class meeting in one afternoon and played 12 boxed albums selected. On that day, it was really powerful -there was a single cross -talk, there were stories, there were violin, and there were those who played the violin, and there were those who played the zither ... but it turned out that the first sixteen class cried.
later, the curved album appeared on the stage. From beginning to end, the exclamation of the classmates has not disappeared. Yes, the aura that is not noisy, the faint talent of those who is vaguely, everyone clearly feels it. Even Mr. Yan couldn't help but bend, saying that there is a kind of artistic conception, there is a kind of beauty, which is rare in junior high school students.
This is really a bit of a sense of vastness, but I have repeatedly warned myself not to be too happy -not finalized yet. But in my heart, she was self -confident -thought it was her to win the championship.
Hey -Zhou Yu died, even three times: "Both Shengyu, why are you born?" Bend also wanted to shout "Both Better Bend, He Fan". However, Zhou Yu is full of jealousy and jealousy? There is no hatred, no jealousy, but it is complicated.
When the last box of the album was broadcast, the classing bell was launched. The students were a commotion first, and they were packing the schoolbags to go home. However, there was such a sound suddenly floating, so clear -accompanying the original sound guitar, groaning layer by layer -walking in the breath, the number of miles in the number -will be the best place, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end. But it came again, as if the intestines were full, and they looked back -the very gentle singing exactly the "(this situation is just restricted)": " What do you do, I will always wait for you here, no matter how long, no matter how heartbreaking, I will always wait for you here) ... "This is so repeated, long, like white lotus quietly blooming, blooming -gradually gradually blooming -gradually blooming -gradually blooming The liquor core that shows a faint distance ... Everyone listened quietly, and the hearts flew away little by little -they went with the sound.
The people singing with heart, the sound stopped, but for a long time, for a long time, the kind of muttering and sighing with the accompanying sound pointed out like that. Perhaps the real art always comes directly from the soul and resort to the soul? The curved heart was deeply throbbing. She did not believe that it would be the voice of a thirteen -year -old boy. The name is Xin Feiyan. "He said," I want to stand on the top of the snow mountain and wait for all the winds. Where can I go where the wind blows me? "
" music? "He smiled lightly "It is the intoxication of life. People will live in the favorite one at any time. I don't sing for anyone -only sing to myself."
What kind of ghost is this? So cool, so calm, and so indifferent to say such deep words?
later, he was strongly demanded by everyone. He stood on the podium and sang the old English "Parsley, Sage, (Sage, Yang Su Ye, rosemary, and rosemary. "和)" ":" Tell her a thin shirt for me, thin shirt, and then paint parsley, foreign Su leaves, rosemary and muscles ... "When singing, the eyes actually made There is a crystal flashing point, and the sound is very light and light, but it is endless. In fact, no one can understand in the people here, but even Xia Yujia, who was the biggest voice in the class, also forgot to make trouble and hearing intoxicated. There is no language in this world, and people all over the world can cry slightly, because the language that does not understand is equal to air. However, music can, music is a state of mind, it penetrates you and tells you everything. Perhaps, after many years, you can no longer remember the details of the word, but as long as you humiliate the tune, the mood is still permeated.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 6th floor

Applauding again, inciting again: "Cool! Xin Feiyan -One more song! One more song!" So, he sang old English with his legendary voice: "Silent Voice", "The Silent", "The Silent", " "Unintentional Fast", "The Breeze Under my wings", "The yellow ribbon on the old oak tree" ...
, it turned out that English is so different from the single syllable in Chinese. Turn down, rotate, frustration, and complicated changes. From time to time, you have painful memories of your memories, so that you who have forgotten to cry for a long time, never want to suppress anything, never want to exile anything, just want to hurt quickly-- Tears ...
Thended bending, of course, lost the first game with him.
Later, the class became popular in English. Listening to English and singing English, it has become the fashion of Class Six. Smart as Xia Yu, chewing gum in his mouth, headphones in his ears, and using his parents to listen to songs with three orders and five sons. The girls' books also abandoned the popular song of gray love, and instead copied English crazy -although no one understands the meaning of the words. After the class, the sound of the sound. You said one by one, and some people always like to sing a few times.
but no one can sing as pure and durable as him -never. So later, two -thirds of the girls in the class began to secretly fall in love with him, and one -third of the girls expressed their appreciation. Whether it will sing a nice English has become a standard for girls to evaluate whether boys have charm.
Hey -there is nothing to surpass, the height of music or sigh -like the sound of Siren's beauty, it can charm Odosus died of recklessness and no return. His voice — also made the bend feel the joy of trembling for the first time, and couldn't help but look up at the sky -thinking about attracting the clouds, making it forget me, and came to the ground.
When will he sing one for me alone? Be curved.
many years, the box of "True" album is also collected in a lock -up drawer, and it only won the second prize. Sometimes, the curved glance glanced at it by chance, and wanted to turn it out to listen, but finally there was no.
Isn't it a dream at the age of thirteen? Since it is a dream, it is impossible to catch it, let everything follow the wind -huh?

It the second episode

Perhaps, bending just wants him to sing for himself, and always compete with him intentionally or unintentionally. I hope that one day can win him once -so that he will look at himself. However, the subsequent squad leader is running for the campaign, or the exam is over, and the bend loses.
Xin Feiyan was elected as the squad leader of the first and sixth class ...

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Samuel
October 7, 2022 at 8:41 pm

The yellow ribbon on the old oak tree
Wed by

The curved bending on this expansion and expanding road, hearing the sound from a distance.
This is the way she has come to school countless times -but now, it is all right. It has been four years after graduating from junior high school. For the past four years, the road she has never walked has been remembered for no reason.
Remember that at that time, she always liked to pick a beautiful colorful stone kick, kick away from the distance, then catch up, then kick, and then catch up ... kick it all the way to kick it all the way to it ... Go home or go to school, kick to the classroom or door of the home, or, or where you can't find anymore ...
thinking about, the girl who thinks that she has grown up, just goes to junior high school It appeared in the infinite sun that fell: dragging her hunting bag (her school bag was called a hunting bag), hummed, and picked some wild flowers and wild grass to play: either tore the petals one by one , Learn the heavenly girls all the way; either stick a furry shame leaves like cracking fans on the placket as a decoration; either insert two rough dogtails or something in the buckle ...
Hmm -there, there should be a very old and old banyan tree there. Under the old banyan tree, there should be an old wooden house. Under the eaves of the old wooden roof, an old red lantern should be hanged. The word "water with water" should be written in bright yellow ... Ah, yes, the window sill of the old wooden house was once the place where she accumulated a thick meat petal of the bells. I remember that every time she passed, she took a look at the old house in the wooden windows and black holes, and then stacked the petals and piled it up. And the wind, but it was air -dried, blew up, and sprinkled it ... Red and red embroidered the ground.
There, and there should be a large and broken truck, the tires were stunned, the patent leather was peeled off, and the lonely was abandoned there, and no one came to drag it away. And it used to be a curved milestone. Because it happens to be among the home and school, and seeing it, that is, it is not far from the destination.
When I thought about it, I suddenly stopped. Hmm -Also, what about the two boys who rushed to kill and chase all day? In the whole junior high school, what about the boys who are always walking on the same road inadvertently or nearby? Suddenly, the two familiar teenagers saw the two familiar teenagers. From the door that could not be opened, I climbed into the car that broke the truck, sitting on the old skin cushion, and turning the rusty steering wheel in the brake. The ground was loud, yelling and yelling, what is happy ...
today, today, four years later, maybe the first party of junior high school students may meet them?
It far from the distance seemed to be drifting, and the bend looked for a sound -God! I want to see them soon. The excitement has risen full of it, for four years, what will they look like now? Is it changed or not?
next to S, she saw the ballroom named "Back to the House". The transparent landing large glass is soaked by the melancholy sunset -soaking like a pure and pure rose red wine. It's here.
This stood bent fixedly, and the murmured English song was heard in the ears, which was originally Simon and Garphonic's voice: "Tell her a thin shirt for me, thin Thin shirts, then paint parsing, foreign Suye, rosemary and musk ... "
is so familiar, as if a deep call to God's chase, bending the whole body As soon as he shook, his heart hung up. how? Is he here too? That ... he? I do n’t know if I should go in for a while. I have n’t ended that for many years. Is this the reunion? Raising his eyes, but when you saw the east, a crescent moon gradually rose, faint, humid and transparent; while on the west, there was still a red day, round, desolate and quiet. Hey -because the sun belongs to the day and the moon belongs to the night, so only in such an accidental moment, the sun and the moon will meet.
This turned around and wandered for a long time. Finally, he did not step into the gathering party of Realo, alone, move forward, go forward -heavenly, all those are like fantasies like fantasy, as illusory like The past of the electricity goes out step by step ...
If you want to listen to the dream when you are young, please sit on my steps.
The past and turbid past, who wants to tears?

It first listening

"The wind is soft and the spring is early, the shirt is in a good mood. I remembered that that day, she got up very early, groaned in the "Bodhisattva Bar" of Li Qingzhao, pushing away the plain wooden windows, and pushing up the curtains made by Fenglan and hanging bamboo plums-- On the curtain, there were a few faint buds, and they were ashamed to open them. The season has passed the beginning of autumn, but it feels like spring.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 3rd floor

Essence The old lady next door got up earlier. On the small red mud stove, the lotus seeds were boiled with lotus seeds, sugar porridge rushed into the green smoke, and the fragrance of rice came in through the window. A ray of fantasy golden beams -penetrating the branches and leaves that penetrate the sycamore trees -scattered down, scattered, and the particles of smoke are suspended in it. A clear bird cry, empty, empty, as if in the ears, and far from the bamboo deep forest.
The white towels on the neck of the bend, walking in a faint wind, a chic hair -slightly flying. Come to the dew wells that crushed the osmanthus, and hit a cool well water. Then, a spoonful of rose flowers were exposed in it, stirring, and stirring, while the wells railled, scooped water with a gourd scoop, and rinsed with long hair flowing -natural atmosphere, the fragrance of flowers and plants. It's in the hair ...
The old lady next door turned off the fire, and she was sitting on a small stool with a small stool in the small stool, with a thick pottery bowl in her hand, blowing gas , Drink porridge. An old black cat embraced her feet lazily, holding the sun warmly with her back. For a while, the old lady raised her eyelids, but saw a little girl, wearing a white banana dress, walking in Tingting in the slight morning light, and the smooth and smooth hair was wet on her shoulders.
"Yo!" The old lady couldn't help but stir up her thumbs, "Little girl, really beautiful!"
This laughed, bright like a white lily in the tip of the sun.
The summer vacation is about to end. At the time of the new school year, the curved notice received the admission notice from key S. The notice said that that day was the day when the freshman reported — the report was reported, and the bend is a brand new middle school student.
The dream of dreaming. In the past, students in S often saw that students in S were doing radio exercises. Sometimes my mother said: "Bender, look at — that is, the smartest brother and sister can go to S, the curved children are long, and the curved children are long. I have to go to S in the future! "When I said, my eyes were full of expectations. Looking at the big brothers and sisters from the distance, I felt that they were really happy with the music of the broadcast. At that time, in her eyes, S was heaven. If I can also put on the school emblem in S on the street, how good should everyone step by looking in the envious eyes?
I did not expect that such a beautiful wish will be realized so quickly.
staying at home in a summer vacation, really boring and stuffy. I looked forward to starting school earlier, and I saw new classmates earlier. So, after hastily ate breakfast, I hurried to the school.
This finally sat in the clean new classroom -Class and 6 of the first day, uh. Everything is so exciting, and the window is full of white roses. Turning his face deliberately, watching the buds that were rising casually. In fact, what she wants to study in her heart is that this room is full of students from various elementary schools -her new classmate.
Suddenly, on the side of the hillside, a small black dot rose out of the horizon. Gradually, the cold eyebrows and eyes were raised, and gradually, the heroic nose and lips were raised. Young boy. He opened two long legs and flew on the horizon, lined with a huge red sun behind him. It would be so obstacle to the obstacles, everything in his eyes did not matter. He crossed the railing of the playground, crossed the bicycle, crossing the flower pond in front of the classroom ... Then again, he stopped in front of everyone. Jump, if you find an empty seat and sit down — it ’s really elegant as a leopard.
This can't help her face red, and I was strange that I had watched the strange boy for so long. After all, the age of thirteen is an easy age, because the boy's cool running posture and the young people who don't care about everything are deeply remembered.
It seven years later, when I remembered the shyness of the time, I couldn't help but feel short of my chest. Is that the first mark he left to her? Maybe, maybe, after a hundred years, he is still the catcher of her soul?
Later, Mr. Yan, the head teacher, came in. At that time, Teacher Yan, then you were young and beautiful, and were a freshman who just graduated from the Chinese Department of the Normal University of N. She just stood behind the podium so quietly, and she was not like other teachers. She held the blackboard with a whip and shouted vigorously: "Everyone is quiet! Everyone is quiet!" She likes the wild lily in the mountains of the morning fog. She is quiet, quiet but really straightforward. She has the classic and fresh appearance of Lin Daiyu, but the vitality and dare of modern women in their bones. Her gaze just turned around inadvertently, and suddenly shrouded the light of a room. Everyone unconsciously lost her expression. At that moment, she seemed to be shocked by her beautiful light.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 4th floor

I can't remember it at all. Perhaps, a real beauty is not the gold and silver jewelry of Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang Treasure -her own light is enough to make all the jewelry sad. Just remember that Teacher Yan likes interesting plant jewelry. Smart she is always refreshing. Or use a red rose to be placed on the rolling hair, pick a ray of blue silk on the cheeks and ears; or two beautiful white magnolia, wear it on the eyes, shake step by step at a time, shake one step at a time , Step by step; or, with red beans and Bodhi, a few circles of bracelets around Hao wrist. If you touch it without your heart, you will gently make a few crispy sounds ... That chic Dust, the feeling of freshness and nature was found in this careless flower arrangement and wearing and wearing and wearing and weeds- "There are beautiful women, live in Empty Valley ... Tianhan Cui's sleeves are thin, sun and twilight to repair bamboo." When "Beauty", everyone thought of Teacher Yan — such a kind of beauty of the wind and clear style. Later, when the girls talked about those popular stars in private, they would unconsciously take them to compare with Teacher Yan. As a result, comparison, but concluding, what is the first beauty? Where is Teacher Yan so durable?
That day, when I saw Teacher Yan at first glance, she fell in love with her. Like a person and hate others. People who like it have always liked it, and those who hate them have always hated, and there is never a reason.
Is do not remember what Teacher Yan said, just remember, in the end, she said to arrange a homework: "After everyone goes home, each person is about 30 minutes of recording tapes. The content and form are not limited. Just show ourselves. After the start of school, we will select a box of excellent 'personal album' from each four -person group. Then, concentrate, and then evaluate the first, second, and third prizes ... "
At first, when I heard that I was going to do my homework, I thought that before the school was officially started, I was busy with my homework. The boss was frustrated for a while. After hearing it is such an ingenious "homework", he will laugh. Very creative -Introduction, who has done such homework? From that moment, the bend has made up his mind, and desperately thought to Teacher Yan -leave a unique impression.
In the way home, the bend picked up the small wild flowers on the roadside, inserted it in the buckle, and opened her first "personal album" in her heart.
As soon as he returned home, he brought a blank tape from a paper box and picked a box of Sony. After filling up the big mouth of the recorder, I ca n’t get the idea. What should I say first?
So I took the paper and wrote the draft. But he was holding his face and thought for a long time. Hey -Where should I say? Looking and looking at the mirror, I saw myself clearly. In that mirror is an angel -like flawless face. Even after watching it for a long time, I still couldn't find any shortcomings -it was perfect and perfect. The fantasy fantasy is as fragile and fragile as the glass, always with some sadness, always hurts or hurts himself. It is because of being too perfect that my mother is worried: "It is said that the female eighteen changes, the more beautiful.
Mom's worries are also bent, hey -if I grow up, I can just be like Teacher Yan. After a while of God, I came up with a few words: "My name is curved, like the curved moon. I am a sad girl, very quiet and lonely. The mirror speaks, likes to write the name in the water, likes the music in the air, and likes to let the wind spread my long hair ... "
This Into likes such emotional self -introduction. After clearing the throat, solemnly pressed the recording and playback keys, and read it with a very gentle voice. The result is: very dissatisfied. Why is my voice so tight? Why not relax at all? Wanderer thought. Then, wiped it out without hesitation -to come again. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, try to be peaceful and quiet, imagine the distant mood. Then I started to read slowly. But after reading two sentences, I ca n’t read it wrong, hey -
is really not easy. In order to excel, I was so annoying, I wiped it over and over again, and recorded it ... In the short 30 -minute album, she used her for a full week. The album has a characteristic, that is -when I said, "When I am alone, I like a blowout ..." Then, I blown a song of "Waiting for Tonight". Next, I said, "There is one, it is my favorite ..." Then, when the old "reed flower boat" was sang, when singing, he also shot with the festival, knocked on Fang Xiang, knocked dinglyly The crispness and ancientness of the metal Yu Yinna. Then he said, "How is it? Did you hear what the song is it?" "I still like to write poems. Although I don't write well, I still like to write. I can read a little poem I wrote "... The entire album is such a monologue, there is a kind of casual and loose, as if you think of wherever you think of. In fact, the bending can be used with heart -it is carefully planned.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 5th floor

I often make it ridiculous, but when all this has passed, I miss it for no reason: I miss the recitation of the poem that was interrupted because my mother opened the door; A slide sound; missing the laughing sound of sings and singing ...
Then, bent on a silver -gray cardboard, drawing a long hair in the ink steel pen in the wind The gushing girl, half a long eyelashes, has a dream of sorrow on her face, wrote the word "True" next to it, as the title of this box of albums. Finally, I added a few strokes with a white gouache, brightened a little, and did not fill in the color. This style of painting comes from the "Shoe Belt" of Impressionism, the outline of the light flowing, the looming lines, the purity of the non -carving or not, and the light and sorrowful sorrow. In the end, the bending was cut off with a beautiful worker knife, folded in the transparent box of the tape, and made a seal of the album. Well, just by yourself -can you make such a good effect, very excited -Who else will be more versatile than me? Wandering proudly.
The week after the start of school, the "solo album" - "True", as the mussel mother surrendered the pearls of the years.
The teacher Yan deliberately arranged a theme class meeting in one afternoon and played 12 boxed albums selected. On that day, it was really powerful -there was a single cross -talk, there were stories, there were violin, and there were those who played the violin, and there were those who played the zither ... but it turned out that the first sixteen class cried.
later, the curved album appeared on the stage. From beginning to end, the exclamation of the classmates has not disappeared. Yes, the aura that is not noisy, the faint talent of those who is vaguely, everyone clearly feels it. Even Mr. Yan couldn't help but bend, saying that there is a kind of artistic conception, there is a kind of beauty, which is rare in junior high school students.
This is really a bit of a sense of vastness, but I have repeatedly warned myself not to be too happy -not finalized yet. But in my heart, she was self -confident -thought it was her to win the championship.
Hey -Zhou Yu died, even three times: "Both Shengyu, why are you born?" Bend also wanted to shout "Both Better Bend, He Fan". However, Zhou Yu is full of jealousy and jealousy? There is no hatred, no jealousy, but it is complicated.
When the last box of the album was broadcast, the classing bell was launched. The students were a commotion first, and they were packing the schoolbags to go home. However, there was such a sound suddenly floating, so clear -accompanying the original sound guitar, groaning layer by layer -walking in the breath, the number of miles in the number -will be the best place, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end, it is coming to the end. But it came again, as if the intestines were full, and they looked back -the very gentle singing exactly the "(this situation is just restricted)": " What do you do, I will always wait for you here, no matter how long, no matter how heartbreaking, I will always wait for you here) ... "This is so repeated, long, like white lotus quietly blooming, blooming -gradually gradually blooming -gradually blooming -gradually blooming The liquor core that shows a faint distance ... Everyone listened quietly, and the hearts flew away little by little -they went with the sound.
The people singing with heart, the sound stopped, but for a long time, for a long time, the kind of muttering and sighing with the accompanying sound pointed out like that. Perhaps the real art always comes directly from the soul and resort to the soul? The curved heart was deeply throbbing. She did not believe that it would be the voice of a thirteen -year -old boy. The name is Xin Feiyan. "He said," I want to stand on the top of the snow mountain and wait for all the winds. Where can I go where the wind blows me? "
" music? "He smiled lightly "It is the intoxication of life. People will live in the favorite one at any time. I don't sing for anyone -only sing to myself."
What kind of ghost is this? So cool, so calm, and so indifferent to say such deep words?
later, he was strongly demanded by everyone. He stood on the podium and sang the old English "Parsley, Sage, (Sage, Yang Su Ye, rosemary, and rosemary. "和)" ":" Tell her a thin shirt for me, thin shirt, and then paint parsley, foreign Su leaves, rosemary and muscles ... "When singing, the eyes actually made There is a crystal flashing point, and the sound is very light and light, but it is endless. In fact, no one can understand in the people here, but even Xia Yujia, who was the biggest voice in the class, also forgot to make trouble and hearing intoxicated. There is no language in this world, and people all over the world can cry slightly, because the language that does not understand is equal to air. However, music can, music is a state of mind, it penetrates you and tells you everything. Perhaps, after many years, you can no longer remember the details of the word, but as long as you humiliate the tune, the mood is still permeated.

2005-07-14 17:19 Reply
218.25.160.* 6th floor

Applauding again, inciting again: "Cool! Xin Feiyan -One more song! One more song!" So, he sang old English with his legendary voice: "Silent Voice", "The Silent", "The Silent", " "Unintentional Fast", "The Breeze Under my wings", "The yellow ribbon on the old oak tree" ...
, it turned out that English is so different from the single syllable in Chinese. Turn down, rotate, frustration, and complicated changes. From time to time, you have painful memories of your memories, so that you who have forgotten to cry for a long time, never want to suppress anything, never want to exile anything, just want to hurt quickly-- Tears ...
Thended bending, of course, lost the first game with him.
Later, the class became popular in English. Listening to English and singing English, it has become the fashion of Class Six. Smart as Xia Yu, chewing gum in his mouth, headphones in his ears, and using his parents to listen to songs with three orders and five sons. The girls' books also abandoned the popular song of gray love, and instead copied English crazy -although no one understands the meaning of the words. After the class, the sound of the sound. You said one by one, and some people always like to sing a few times.
but no one can sing as pure and durable as him -never. So later, two -thirds of the girls in the class began to secretly fall in love with him, and one -third of the girls expressed their appreciation. Whether it will sing a nice English has become a standard for girls to evaluate whether boys have charm.
Hey -there is nothing to surpass, the height of music or sigh -like the sound of Siren's beauty, it can charm Odosus died of recklessness and no return. His voice — also made the bend feel the joy of trembling for the first time, and couldn't help but look up at the sky -thinking about attracting the clouds, making it forget me, and came to the ground.
When will he sing one for me alone? Be curved.
many years, the box of "True" album is also collected in a lock -up drawer, and it only won the second prize. Sometimes, the curved glance glanced at it by chance, and wanted to turn it out to listen, but finally there was no.
Isn't it a dream at the age of thirteen? Since it is a dream, it is impossible to catch it, let everything follow the wind -huh?

It the second episode

Perhaps, bending just wants him to sing for himself, and always compete with him intentionally or unintentionally. I hope that one day can win him once -so that he will look at himself. However, the subsequent squad leader is running for the campaign, or the exam is over, and the bend loses.
Xin Feiyan was elected as the squad leader of the first and sixth class ...

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