Roses in the Flower Season (Original)
Author Yang Tianrong
Contact address: Meiluo Central Primary School, Shimian County, Ya 'an city, Sichuan Province; Postcode: 625400; E-mail: ytr51 @. 126com `Phone: 8876203。
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I didn't deliberately test the quality of time, nor did I have the power to reverse the world and sweep away the past. I didn't want to pretend to be a seeker, trying to retain something, reminisce something, and get a good lesson that could pass the taste of time.
Everything was left to the passing of time, allowing it to wash away or even blank out. However, he could not deceive himself. The frivolous past that happened in school was like a knife carving, so deeply rooted in his heart. It was as mysterious and unreal as a dream, making one intoxicated with the aftertaste. It made one chew olives. It tasted bitter and filled one with fantasy, but it also had an endless aftertaste. Every time I thought of it, the disordered notes jumped and attacked in my heart. A faint sorrow wrapped in a trace of sweetness surged in my chest. It made me suppress the surging emotions of my youth and open up the dusty memories. I mustered up my courage and let us embark on the boat of memories together. Try your best to pursue the tender feelings of first love and the passionate collision of love and youth, let us share our troubles and success with each other; Let's talk to each other, let's listen to each other
---The Preface of Love
The boys and girls of the school, the unforgettable story of you and me--I can't forget that day, that night--
The theme song:
"At first, you were careless, and I was young and inexperienced. The love of youth was only because of the hurried and silent stalemate of life..."
Preface:
The night was dark.
Misty Rain-
An ambulance rushed to the hospital at lightning speed.
In the hospital, the doctors were doing their best to save him.
I lay on the bed and opened my eyes slightly. I looked at the ceiling and her face appeared in front of me. He didn't say anything, and he didn't know where to start. A teardrop full of bitterness rolled down my pale cheek. Dear one, how much I miss you. Dear one, do you not want me at all now? Please tell me. If that's the case, then I really won't bother you anymore. However, I will love you deeply until you fall in love with me. I don't regret doing anything. I finally couldn't help but shed a string of crystal tears. I want to let this drop of water with my body temperature splash with the raindrops of the waterfall outside the window to let you know that I am crying! This is all I want to say. It's easy to fall in love with someone, but I can't leave someone I love deeply. The time for me to seek my dreams has passed, but that day's parting was hurried. What made us seize every minute? Was it the hasty parting that made me recall your breath? It was so sweet, how could I give up? Confess your feelings to me, my feelings for you are so unquestionable, today's loss is the loss of a lifetime, on the other side of the dream, hope is circulating your call---
I am crossing the river for you. This is probably love, but it's so sad. I felt ashamed, dazed, dreamy, my mind blank, as if someone were calling from a distant mountaintop-
I. God's Enlightenment
Is it the God of Love? I fell to her feet, slowly picked up my broken heart, and held it in the palm of my hand. What should I do? God says: Do not be sad, for you are in heaven; Don't be sad, because you don't have the right to be sad. Only when you understand the meaning of love can your heart be restored. I felt lost. So God told me two stories:
He drew a leaf for life.
As long as one believed in it, miracles would always happen. Although the hope was slim, it would last forever.
The American writer O. Henry told a story in his novel The Last Leaf: In the ward, a dying patient looked out of the window and saw a tree falling in the autumn wind. The patient looked at the rustling leaves in front of him, and his health deteriorated day by day. She said,"When all the leaves fall, I will die.”After an old painter learned about it, he used a colored pen to draw a leaf with green veins and hung it on a branch.
The last leaf did not fall. The patient miraculously survived because of this green patch in his life.
God's warm reminder: Life can be without many things, but it cannot be without hope. Hope was an important value in human life. Where there was hope, life would flourish!
The shadow was a paper dragon.
In life, there were often countless external blows, but the final decision on how these blows would affect you was in your hands.
The Old Man of Life used paper to make a long dragon for me. The gap in the dragon's abdomen could only accommodate a few locusts. When they were thrown in, they all died inside. No one was spared! The Old Man of Life said," The locusts are too impatient. Other than struggling, they have never thought of biting the dragon with their mouths. They also don't know that they can climb out from the other side by moving forward. Therefore, even though it had a pincer-like mouth and sawtooth-like legs, it was useless.”When he put a few green insects of the same size into the dragon head and closed the dragon head, a miracle happened. In just a few minutes, the little green insects crawled out from the dragon's tail one by one.
God's warm reminder: Fate has always been hidden in our minds. Many people could not walk out of the shadows of different stages of life, big or small, not because their natural personal conditions were far worse than others, but because they did not have the thought of biting the shadow paper dragon, nor did they have the patience to slowly find a direction and move forward step by step until a new cave appeared in front of them.
I listened to God's teachings and looked at my broken heart with a half-understanding look. My body silently chanted,"I love you because I don't want to lose you. I love you because I spoil you so much. I love you because I have countless reasons to love you. I love you, because I don't want to leave you in this life ~~ Let's not hurt each other again, let our hearts become beautiful glass, and never break again, okay? The love of first love, the heart made of glass, the me in heaven. People say that love is an eternity, love is a kind of communication, love is a kind of tacit understanding, love is ~~~ But my love is something invisible and intangible, illusory and ethereal! This was a place without a heart, because the heart was left in the hazy distance. What was a heart? Is it the thing that gave you life? No, because I'm in heaven. What was a heart? Is it something that hides love inside? No, because there was no need for love in heaven. What was that heart? The heart was glass, something that everyone had but had different shapes! The heart was like glass, something that everyone had, but not everyone had broken! Did you? The heart could bring you life, it could let you know how much he loved you, but it could also let you experience the shocking sound and cracks when glass was broken! Because it was heartbreaking! I, fell in love with a woman, and she brought me to Elysium. Because she said that it was so quiet, so warm, and full of love and heart. But I didn't feel it. I felt so cold, so cold. I didn't even know how to breathe! Why am I confused? I stood on a pile of broken glass and asked God. God said,"Because your heart is already broken! I can't believe I broke my own heart ~~
Second, flawless virginity
I am a third-year student in a middle school in a certain county. He had just fallen off his horse in the middle school entrance examination and was injured in the "minefield" of the Love River. I was originally a good student with excellent character and learning. As for my growth, it can be said that it was smooth sailing. In primary school, I was a good student and a top student from grade one to grade six. He had just entered the first year of junior high school when he became the class monitor, the subject representative, and was recommended to join the regiment. He had even become the deputy regiment chief. Not only did I rise to fame, but I also ranked among the best in all my subjects. My real dream is to enter a key high school and apply for the National Defense Military University. I heard that such a school is guaranteed by the country and can reduce the financial burden of the family because the family is poor. I was such a good child, but no one expected that in the last semester of junior high school, I changed.
Third, the budding of spring
In a class of the second grade in her school, there was a smart girl, known as Yi Zhimei. That graceful and graceful figure was extremely charming. Those eyes were terrifying. The bridge of his nose was high and straight, like a man-made sculpture. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, looking both charming and happy. When she spoke, her silvery voice was clear and melodious. She was 16 years old. The skin color of pear blossoms was the plum blossom in the snow. Her eyes were as clear as a spring. She was good at her studies and was popular. I noticed her long ago, and she noticed me. However, we were all in the way of the school's strict discipline. In public, we didn't dare to cross the line. They hid this kind of mentality deep in their hearts.
Fourth, the first intimate contact, like a drizzle, scattered in my heart, that feeling is so mysterious.
Perhaps we are fated, or perhaps the heavens have already destined me to have this calamity!
One day, after the evening self-study session, it began to rain heavily. I usually don't need to bring an umbrella. I just need to put my bag under my armpit for a little rain. At most, my clothes will be half-wet. Even if I become a drenched chicken, I don't hesitate. He even thought that it was fun and interesting. It could reflect the demeanor of a man. However, the rain was too heavy today. He couldn't take risks like usual. If he stayed any longer, it would be late at night and the school would be closed. What should he do? She watched as the "flower petals" under the night light floated out of the school gate. At this moment, one of them quietly floated towards me."You didn't bring an umbrella. Come, let's go together!”This was really sending charcoal in the snow!
It was her! Although it was under the night light, there was still a trace of light shining on that delicate and somewhat shy face.
Her eyes were full of affection, her eyes were big and beautiful, and her hair was like a waterfall that cascaded down her shoulders.
My heart pounded, almost melting! I stammered,"Your umbrella is small. You should go first."
"How stupid!" She muttered softly," Come outside my house first." I'll give you the umbrella-"
I was still shaking my head, but she had already taken my hand and whispered,"Stop nagging! Come on, the school's closing-"Of course I'd love to!
This was a three-section small flower umbrella. In order not to be drenched by the rain, both sides naturally had to be closer to each other. Moreover, the rain was still heavy! This is the first time I've walked so close to a girl. I tried my best to get close to her. Her body emitted a faint fragrance that made me almost intoxicated. since ancient times, umbrellas have often conveyed feelings. Of course, I have to thank that small flower umbrella. Otherwise, I would really have become a drowned rat! Moreover, he had to wet all the textbooks.
The frenzy of first love
Ever since that day, the two of us often went to school together. On the unforgettable village road in early spring, I held her hand and carefully stepped on the snowy land. We picked the plum blossoms that burned in the cold wind and snow together. When we found the sprouts sprouting from the grass roots under the frozen soil, especially when we saw the reeds drilling out of the ground by the small river, when we suddenly saw the withered branches in winter turn green and spit out green rice grains, our hearts were connected. I stopped and looked at each other. I couldn't help but feel excited and ecstatic. I softly recited the poem "Early Plum Blossom" by the Tang Dynasty poet Qi Ji."In the deep snow of the front village, a branch bloomed last night."”Suddenly, I found a soul-stirring spring scene. My heart is about to melt! I want to embrace you in my arms, my May! I took your hand and ran wildly. That gorgeous, dazzling, beautiful, and mysterious spring; The mountain that had just broken through the earth, green from afar, but lost its grass when looking for it at close range; The first blooming flowers floating on the branches like clouds and mist; The stream that laughs and sings, the frog that awakes from hibernation and swims proudly in the clear water; The returning wild geese, the warm spring sunshine that tickles the children all over; The song of the lark that made the hearts of the children tremble, we used our hearts to feel and embrace, and in the brilliance of beauty to rise and melt ourselves, and our youth was like a burning torch from then on. Every night when we came home, under the soft and gentle moonlight, we would step on the thin yet transparent veil and look up at the twinkling stars. We would hold hands and sing Jay's " Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking up at the sky, counting the stars, one, two, three, four, forming a line. How happy we were then! At least for me, because I feel that such happiness is hard to come by. I remember having a date on campus that night. My heart was beating like a drum. For a man and a woman who yearned for romance and true love, this kind of date was like a romance novel or a movie. We were polite, and our conversation was like the flowing clouds in the mountains. I indulged in the romantic atmosphere and tender feelings, and caught a hint of sweetness in my confusion. Midnight came. She wanted me to send her back. She looked at me with her sincere eyes and said, I felt a warm current in my heart. The moon cast long shadows on us... When I stepped into her house, the sky was full of stars. When I saw her figure disappear into the night, my heart rippled. It was already late at night, but the moon was big and round that night.
I, who never took a walk, also learned from the white-collar handsome men in the city to walk and talk on the avenue home. Our relationship was getting closer and closer every day, and both the teacher and the students had discovered that our relationship was developing on the road of no return. First of all, the teachers of the two classes came to talk to us and asked us to be together less, but we were inseparable. Then, the school leaders came out and asked us to draw a clear line between men and women. Otherwise, they would punish us severely for dating. But the two of us are already stuck together. She had already reached the point where she couldn't sleep soundly after one day of not seeing her, and she was anxious after two days of not seeing her. The school's dissuasion was ineffective. In order to learn from past mistakes and avoid future ones, they strictly enforced school discipline and gave us demerits. They also removed all my positions. I don't care about these things. I'm not an official. As long as she did well in her studies, she would still be able to enter a key high school. As long as she's by my side and with her, I feel much happier.
The teachers felt extremely regretful for our stubbornness, but there was nothing they could do. They could only sigh silently. However, I felt that although I had wasted some time with her, with my intelligence and solid foundation, I could definitely get good results.
Fourth, reap what you sow
It was time for the middle school examination in reality. I walked into the examination room with confidence and confidence. But when he flipped open the test paper, he was dumbfounded! The middle school entrance exam is not as simple as I thought. On the test paper, there was a tiger and a dragon. My mind was blank. In my panic, I could only do something randomly. I even fantasized that there was a dead rabbit waiting for me!
The examination room was ruthless, and the marking of the papers was cruel. My name fell behind. When I held the "bloody" notice, it was as if I had fallen into an icehouse. My limbs were cold and my entire body was trembling. How much I need warmth, how much I need that pair of warm little hands, holding my cold hands, and that little flower umbrella to shield me from the cold around me, how much I need comfort and encouragement.
The flower of first love has withered
It was also at this moment that dark clouds gathered in the sky. Heavy thunder rumbled and rain began to fall. She was finally here. I asked her to come. She was still holding the small flower umbrella, her head almost buried in her crotch, and her face could not be seen clearly. I deliberately tilted my head up and let the rain fall on my head. I didn't have an umbrella. I couldn't forget how that magical little petal had floated over my head-I had thought she would move the umbrella over. Warmth to protect my bleeding heart, let me stand up again.
The rain was still hitting my head. She did not walk over. Instead, he stood behind me and said coldly,"Let's break up! Our acquaintance was a big mistake, and your failure in the middle school examination is enough to prove this point! My grades have also dropped significantly. I'll graduate in a year. I want to go to high school and get into college. If you really love me, then get back on your feet! If you really love me, put yourself in my shoes! One can't be too selfish! Take care of yourself. I'm leaving!" After she finished speaking, she walked away without looking back. His words were like throwing a stone. Beat me till I'm dizzy. I didn't expect that the person who had always loved me would suddenly be so ruthless. Hurry up and say that you're joking with me! --”I shouted at the top of my lungs. He hoped that this was a nightmare, but it was real. Once upon a time, we laughed together, sang together, and endured the adversity of life together…Before we parted, you and I still had endless things to say and endless feelings for each other. We encouraged each other and wished each other well. I always thought that true friendship could withstand the test of time. However, the beautiful days passed like flowing water and the wind. That "little petal" had already drifted away with the wind, leaving only the pouring rain to attack me mercilessly. I looked at the gray sky and laughed loudly, scolding myself for being a fool, a big idiot.
6. The storm after the passionate love
What a mournful night! The night enveloped the entire world. The surroundings were very quiet. The dim light of the fire stretched my shadow very long. I had long hair and was dressed in black. I was like a ghost, so lonely and lonely. The chill of the tide seeped into the bottom of my heart, and a trembling feeling rose from my heart. The bone-chilling cold and inexplicable loneliness corroded my heart like a poisonous snake. The fire snake seemed to cast a mocking smile at me
I was in complete despair and had a mental breakdown. She was like a mad lion who broke into her own house without caring about anything and threw all the letters and information she gave me into the furnace, so that my first love could live forever in this raging fire. I once again plunged into the pouring rain of the night and was instantly swallowed by the darkness.
By the time my family found me with a torch, I was already unconscious and lying in the quagmire of a swamp. Fortunately, I discovered it in time and saved my young life.
Seven, rose feelings
I lay on the bed in a daze and looked at the rose tree outside the window. The roses bloomed like silk after the rain. The pink and gorgeous colors, the thick and intoxicating fragrance mixed with the faint fragrance of the soil, were enough to fill my eyes and nose. The taste seemed to be able to be tasted with my tongue, and the sweetness moistened the bottom of my heart. I greedily pursed my lips and sniffed deeply, letting people appreciate the magical creation and rare gifts of nature. This scene had long made me intoxicated with the flowers, but suddenly a familiar face appeared. It was so charming, moving, cute, beautiful, so beautiful that it was not tainted by the world of mortals. But it seemed that I could not grasp it and suddenly disappeared... Was it a "dream"? It was as mysterious as a dream and could not be captured. I can't believe I-
When she no longer loves you, it means that the flowers of love have withered. Is it necessary to leave a beautiful back view for the other party? After all, it was fate to have it once. Instead of letting himself become ugly and hideous because of disappointment, he might as well make himself more outstanding! He wanted to be outstanding. Whether it was on the outside or inside, he had to exude a charm that could seduce a woman's heart. Only then could he have a better relationship. When she no longer loves you, please gently embrace the warmth in your memories and gently gaze at the withering gentleness. Dear, please take a deep breath. The road of youth is covered with flowers of love. There will always be one that belongs to you, not to comfort you. However, the fruits that were supposed to be picked in autumn should not have been hung on the branches early.
Who didn't want to hold hands with her until they grew old? But their fate was over, and who could stop them? Was it sad? Sad! Was it difficult to pass? Sad! Are you depressed? Extremely depressed! But first love is in the love of youth, you and I will inevitably have to endure the wind and waves! You only lost a relationship. You shouldn't lose yourself. Don't lie down if you're out of love! When you are heartbroken, don't cry or even commit suicide. You should celebrate and thank the other party for rejecting you. Wasn't it? It is precisely because of the other party's rejection that you have so many things---if breaking up is a loss, why can't you say that breaking up is also a gain!
The tragic loss of love was a kind of sorrow, but it was also a kind of escape. Wasn't there a pretty good saying: Smash the shackles and start a revolution! Lovelorn was such a profound revolution. Wasn't there a rather inspiring slogan: A slave turned over to become a master! Lovelorn was such a great opportunity to turn things around. What was lovelorn? It was to bid farewell to confusion and return to reason.
Retreat and weave a net, learn to forge ahead. Even if you were heartbroken because of your looks, education, upbringing, or temperament…if you didn't meet the other party's expectations, you didn't have to look hurt and depressed when they showed you a red card. The ancients said: It is better to retreat and weave a net than to catch fish in the abyss. This was very insightful. If you had to ask for something high, the only thing you could do now was to enrich yourself and improve yourself. Keep the good and get rid of the bad, check the loopholes and fill in the gaps, and make full use of the advantages and avoid the disadvantages. Calm down, turn sadness into strength, change pressure into motivation, keep forging ahead, strive to enrich and improve yourself, and make yourself perfect and mature day by day, increasing your attractiveness and cohesiveness.
Follow fate and rise again. Love was hard to come by. If there is fate, we will gather together, if there is no fate, we will disperse. When there was no love, he should enrich himself, cultivate his interests, participate in group activities, and show his brilliance in the activities. When the time was right, fate would come. Perhaps someone would quietly approach you, or perhaps you would gently approach someone else. What was not easy to obtain might not be suitable for oneself; What was easy to obtain was not necessarily unsuitable for him. When fate comes, don't miss it. Fate is like an opportunity, you need to grasp it well!
Perhaps the next show would be 'A couple will get together!' In fact, falling out of love was just a stop in life. It was definitely a wonderful chapter that would enrich one's life experience. If someone was in it and did not know where to go, then let time pass, and they would definitely welcome another blue sky. Many a time, boys and girls would be hurt by this kind of hurt, but in fact, it was often like this. It was difficult to extricate themselves from it. Only by jumping out or watching it from a distance could they taste the taste of love in life.
I silently pondered, as if I was in a dream of first love, walking thousands of miles in love. My heart quivers like an autumn leaf on a branch: Only after losing it did I know the true love in my heart. I finally understood that passion is not the only form of love, but the same is true love.
Tail: Rain after sunny day
"Her choice is understandable!" I thought," The Pioneer has been blown up by 'Thunder'. How can the newcomer repeat the same mistake? Isn't that a big fool?" I thought of God's enlightenment,"What is the meaning of love? How can we see the paradise of hope?" Is love a sweet talk under the moon or a vow of eternal love on the lakeside? Or was it the gentleness of his arms and the greatness of his shoulders? Was it love, protection, care, dedication, responsibility, and obligation?!”The young me seemed to be chewing an olive fruit with relish, savoring its charm. Although my interest was waning, I still felt that the aftertaste was endless.
A smile crept up the corner of my mouth as I calmly closed my eyes.
Outside the window, the rain had stopped and the fog had dispersed. The sunset glow reflected the red sky.
Tomorrow, the sun would shine brightly again.
Written from August to October, 2005. Meiluo Township Central Primary School
Author Yang Tianrong
Contact address: Meiluo Central Primary School, Shimian County, Ya 'an city, Sichuan Province;
Postcode: 625400; E-mail: ytr51@.126com
Phone number: 8876203.
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