I passed him in the spring.

I passed him in the spring

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Since I was a child, I yearned to go to another world, feel the ancient and long-standing Europe, and experience their ancient culture, romantic and fairy-tale love. So I chose Britain, an ancient and romantic country.

With this dream, I packed my bags, boarded a plane to England, and left my beautiful hometown to find my dream sky. When I came to this long-awaited country, walked out of the airport and came to the countryside lawn, and looked up at the blue sky, I shouted loudly: "Britain, I am coming!" "

I felt someone watching me at that moment. Just as I looked down, I saw another person walking slowly towards me in a place far away from me. In the distance, I saw him as a boy with black hair, wearing a blue and white sweater and beige slacks. His hair fluttered slightly in the spring breeze, and his eyes looked even more melancholy. Slowly, I was intoxicated with its chic.

When I woke up, he was already standing in front of me. I have a question in my heart, "Is he from China?" When I was still thinking about this question, he said in fluent English, "Hi, youspeakChinese?" He asked me with a shy smile.

He asked me this sentence to let me know that he is from China, so I replied, "Yes, Ido.Andyou?"

"yes, hehe"

I can't help feeling gratified and excited. Because it is very rare to see compatriots in foreign countries. Meanwhile. I can see from his eyes that he is also very excited.

but I didn't expect that this conversation would make him my trusted friend.

We strolled on the grass and chatted.

"I'm from Hong Kong. My mother and I immigrated to England because of my father. Ah, yes. My name is Alex, and you? "

"My name is Arlene."

"We all call people nicknames here. Do you have a nickname?"

"I ... well, call me Wing"

"Wing? What do you mean? "

"Hehe, I can't tell you, it's boring to tell you"

"What a strange girl"

"This is my individualization, and you won't understand it"

"Yeah, hehe"

His smile is always so shy that I have to be very friendly. I don't know why. I don't usually talk to strangers, so I went to chat with him.

the sun is about to set. He and I got to know each other by walking along the country road under the colorful sunset glow.

What I didn't expect was that my first friend in England was actually from China with the same blood. I never thought that we met in a dramatic dialogue.

I seem to be dreaming, as if the characters in a fairy tale met so suddenly and unexpectedly. Perhaps only here can you feel the fantastic feeling brought by this kind of thing.

The next day, Thomas (my British guardian) and I went to the high school where I was going. I felt excited and uncomfortable before I stepped into the school gate. Because in this strange place, I see strange people. I always feel that I am an outsider (I am, hehe). When I stepped into this school, I couldn't help exclaiming, it was so cool. The tall white building is around the playground, which is ancient and full of the flavor of the times. Under the early morning sunshine, the teaching building looks brand-new and ancient. The boys are playing football in the middle of the playground, and the girls are playing tennis on the right. This kind of scene can only be seen on TV.

Walking into the corridor of the school building is simply an ancient castle hall. Thomas and the headmaster are talking. My English was so sloppy that I had to be dumbfounded there. I suddenly want to go to the bathroom. So I asked for a leave and walked out of the principal's office.

I ran while thinking (because I didn't know where the bathroom was). I didn't see the front, so I bumped into someone. I was very sorry, so I ran to say I was sorry. But suddenly I heard a very familiar voice reaching my ear.

"Hello, Wing!"

I looked up and it was him. Obviously, his voice is much more cheerful than last time. This is what I am at a loss. As a fluent speaker, I don't know what to say.

"hi, are you a student here?"

"yes, you too? What a coincidence! "

" Oh, sometimes I just transferred here. "

"It seems that you have to call me Senior"

"Hehe"

My smile is full of relief.

I want to see him again. Once again, "Hello!" And started. So many surprising things have happened in two days that I can't bear it. This may be my opening remarks in England.

fate is wonderful. He happened to me unconsciously, which made me addicted to fairy tale characters.

in spring, I passed him by ... in spring, I passed him by. 2

The street lamp was on, my heart was beating, and the dim light shone on me drunk, and I felt very ethereal, like stepping into a sea of clouds. At this moment, I discovered the taste of anesthesia, thinking nothing, and I was mine.

However, I still indulged myself and couldn't help it. I thought I was numb, I thought I had forgotten you, I cried and thought I was relieved, I thought ~ ~ However, now, your only weight is falling into my poem.

I took a deep breath, moved the previous trace, and remembered it little by little. I wanted to inhale them and sear them in my heart, but I wanted to breathe, and they still slipped out of my lips mercilessly. Who? When you held my hand for the first time, when we hugged each other, when your fingers shuttled through my hair, when you kissed me carefully ~ ~ ~ Did you feel it? Time has stopped.

When you touch my hair, I feel like a child. Will you carefully measure its diameter in your heart, feel its tenderness, measure its length, where the distant end floats, and whether it will be in your heart?

I miss you, I thought before, now, just now, and now more. You ran into my dream, you took my hand, we hugged each other, I leaned my head on your shoulder, you fiddled with my long hair, kissed my hair, listened to me describe my romantic future ~ ~ ~ and then fell asleep slowly. When I got to Duke Zhou, you caught a butterfly, so don't stop.

Suddenly, you pulled me up and took the wind to the mysterious Dunhuang. You took me to see the miracle of the desert-Crescent Spring, where you planted a small sapling that only bloomed but didn't bear fruit, and it should be evergreen all the year round!

It's a little cold. You took my hand and breathed for me. The breath in my mouth liquefied into water vapor, and I smiled, because, because it blindfolded you and me, you and I fell into the molten liquid.

It's dawn. Ah, it's another dream. I will always be pulled back by reality in my dream!

are you sleeping now? I really want to fly to your pillow, caress your forehead and kiss you, and I will cry silently. My cold face and wronged tears will never change your heartache. I want to lean over, but ~ ~ ~ I find myself drifting farther and farther ~ ~, and finally, the last long hair floats into the moon.

Dear people, when I woke up from drunkenness, I found that my face was full of tears, sparkling tears. I'm going to sleep in your dream ~ ~ ~ ~

JX, I'm leaving tomorrow, and now I'm at a loss for the computer ~ ~ I want to say to you and stay for you, but ~ ~ I didn't. My smile is already stiff ~~

Far away Argentina will tolerate me, where I will be wrapped in clothes and behave well ~ ~ I will forget you well!