Classic Quotation "Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived"

Which girl taught me to love?

They used to appear in my life.

Then disappear.

However, I don't believe they are angels.

They are the most common boys and girls in the world.

So I have been waiting under the camphor tree.

Because I believe they will come back one day.

Come back to me and teach me to do more

Those boys taught me to grow up, and those girls taught me to love. The solstice summer hasn't come yet >

The alternation of light and shadow makes time pass quickly. & lt the solstice summer has not come yet >

Laugh silently, then cry affectedly.

In the dream, many people are laughing and their faces are full of bright happiness.

Fu Xiaosi leaned against the handlebar of the car, and there was noisy music in the headphones. A man inside has been humming a sentence, as if "they say nothing lasts forever ...", which is like a vague gibberish in a dream, but accompanied by loud accompaniment, like a flute player in a noisy railway station. They stood in the noise, blowing the dusk into silence, blowing the crowd into birds, blowing time into the past and blowing the past into memories.

The noise of the overhead fan is getting louder and louder. I feel that the temperature is still very hot in the long summer, and October should be considered as autumn. It seems that the autumn tiger is very powerful, whether it is male or female.

An inch of time and a carat of diamonds.

Fu Xiaosi unlocked the bike and launched the carport. As soon as he stepped on it, he looked up and the sky full of snowflakes floated down. Pure white is especially quiet and soft in the dusk. In an instant, the whole Asakawa No.1 Middle School was too quiet to make a sound, leaving only snowflakes scattered all over the sky. Those goose feathers landed inch by inch on the playground, grass, lake, horizontal bar, canteen roof and red runway. In a short time, Fu Xiaosi's hair was covered with snowflakes, which made his black hair look particularly glittering and translucent. Fu Xiaosi forgot to walk across the bike and looked up at the snow with relish. In the dark twilight, Fu Xiaosi's eyes became radiant, like Polaris hanging behind dark clouds forever.

The yellow leaves seem to roll up the mountain instantly, and the surrounding areas of Asakawa begin to change color day by day, from dark green in midsummer to grass green in late summer to light yellow in early autumn. Until now, yellow has surrounded the whole Asakawa No.1 Middle School.

Long summer stretched out his hand to close the window and stopped in the air. The snow outside the window filled every gap between heaven and earth and covered Chang Xia's eyes. Long Xia closed her eyes slightly and saw the most perfect world. This is the first snow of 1995.

She looked back and found that there was not enough light in the hall. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang's eyes are shining and white as stars. Their faces are pious and full of longing, and in the radian of raising their heads, they show moving and respectful solemnity.

When I looked out of the window again, winter was already deep. I don't have to run in the morning or go to physical education class. The snow never melted again. The dormitory is getting colder and colder, and Yingying's way of getting up now has changed from stretching one leg to showing one eye to feel the temperature. Lu Zhiang is completely in hibernation, sleeping 80% of the time in class. When you don't sleep, your eyes will become dull. Say a word to him and he won't answer you for three minutes. And Fu Xiaosi looks very energetic in winter. Long Xia feels that he seems to have a sharp edge, especially in the cold climate of winter, like a sharp sword. Chang Xia still buys magazines with pastor columns in the library and newspaper office at the school gate every month, and the pastor's paintings begin to accumulate snow. Large tracts of white are endowed with sacred significance.

When Chang Xia opened the window, he found that the snow had begun to melt and some trees had sprouted green shoots.

She turned her head to say thank you to Fu Xiaosi, but her eyes rested on Fu Xiaosi's painting and she couldn't take it back.

In the first second, the smile solidified on the face. Weeds spread and covered the barren hillside.

The second one, the smile changed radian. Sadness hides the face and the tide surges.

It takes a year for an expression, ten years for a smile, and a lifetime for a hug that looks rough but full of strength because it is young and inexperienced.

Standing there watching the sunrise every day and then setting at a loss, the shadows become shorter and shorter, and the vegetation grows and then withers. This feeling ... should be very lonely?

I asked him why he suddenly stopped studying, and he replied with a smile, because he felt that life seemed very short and wanted to do something to make himself happy, so he didn't want to study any more. At that time, I suddenly liked the way he spoke, smiling and full of courage. I always like brave and strong people, because such people live in the world, so they can stand tall.

Actually, birthdays are just one day in a year.

What a majestic power it is to sing all one's life. Singing can really give people courage and make them brave, as long as the singer is full of strength.

Summer is almost over. A long, sleepy, psychedelic summer.

Time turns into a red morning mist, and day and night are gradually divided equally.

I started my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with my eyes closed and my ears covered.

Cheer with tears

Not seeing you means not seeing the whole world.

Darkness engulfed tens of billions of planets like the tide. Sunflowers are dying on a large scale. Migratory birds were sent to the funeral in droves.

One by one, there is no heavy voyage in sight.

Who waved with a straight face and then isolated from the world?

What is silent is your disappointment. And your pale side face.

In fact, the world will never wake up. It sleeps quietly under the collar of your shirt.

In the blink of an eye. The beard instantly pierces the skin of the lips. Youth holds high the banner of hunting the wind.

So you grew up and became a king with a crown.

But I am at a loss to think that you are still a pale little prince.

They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will always be foxes waiting for love.

When swallows come back in a hurry with green hands in the coming year.

Do you still bow your head under the camphor tree like 17 summer?

Then come and see me.

In that long, psychedelic, endless summer.

The whole summer was normal, and there was nothing wrong with it. There are still many young boys and girls going swimming in droves. The bright sunshine reflected from a big swimming pool, young smiling faces and sparkling coke with ice have produced a lot of youthful love in midsummer. The air conditioning in the whole city is still full, and people can even catch a cold in the cinema. The property uncle in the community still smiles brightly every day. All the time is slipping away. But what is this? Let this hot summer vacation with incandescent light become slow and long, and a sleepy hot air crawls over your eyelids.

There was a fire in my heart, so I rode my bike desperately. Cinnamomum camphora blurred into slender green and raw edges, swishing back from the side. Because all I could think about was the spectacular scene of beating that boy up and stepping on the ground to get rid of hatred, but I didn't notice that I almost bumped into someone at the corner.

Fu Xiaosi even felt that after a long hibernation, he got up lazily and felt weak. It still seems to be snowing outside the window, but when he wakes up, it's already August.

The world is silent as water.

Lu Zhiang sat in the middle of the road, his legs bent because they were too long, and he stretched out in front innocently. The sunset set behind him, and his back was covered with a layer of furry brilliance. No vehicles pass by, no pedestrians, only the tall camphor trees on both sides of the road exude a strong smell of leaves. He lowered his head and his hair covered his clear eyebrows, but he could still see a drop of water stain suddenly appearing on the white cement road. Fu Xiaosi's heart suddenly hurt for a while, because he heard Lu Zhiang's light words with almost no trace in the sound of the collision of camphor leaves, the rustling of the treetops like the tide, and the thousands of voices in Qian Qian. He said slowly with tears: "Xiao Si, in fact, I have seriously thought about how sad it will be to walk in the future."

The days just fade away one by one, with the unique silence before death, huge and powerless. The world suddenly became a brilliant fruit, but a bug in the kernel was slowly eating it, biting the flesh of the stone bit by bit and getting closer to the peel. Before the sharp sound of breaking skin, the world was still shining, and only the rustle of eating came from the center of the world dully.

The setting sun hit her hair, slightly gray hair, and some sour radians arched on her back.

Fu Xiaosi closed his eyes, and then heard the wind coming and going freely above the high blue sky, and the wind blew through the past in waves toward more distant places. He believes that only time can cure these sudden pains. Will a fool who has just experienced such pain become braver or more vulnerable?

Xiao Si once told me the story of an angel, but I forgot the details. But I still remember the story that everyone has an angel who will always watch over him/her. If this angel thinks your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will become someone around you, maybe your friend, maybe your lover, maybe your parents, maybe a stranger you have only met once. These people quietly appear in your life and spend a short happy time with you. Then you will have good memories in your life. Even if your road is covered with snow and ice in the future, you can still remember those happy things and be brave. So people who leave us silently are actually angels who have returned to heaven. For example, those friends who left, strangers who helped you, people who loved the last separation, boys who asked him for directions, classmates who told you nice jokes to make you happy, singers who sang nice songs to you, and writers who wrote good books are all kind angels. Maybe you will feel sad or lost for their disappearance for a while, and you will look around for where they went and what country they went to, but in the end, you will believe that they are living quietly and contentedly in a corner of this world. Then those feelings of loss and sadness will no longer exist, and time is the greatest healer.

And meet, meet is also an angel. Sometimes I feel that such a girl is strong enough to make people feel distressed. Walking with your teeth clenched in the dark, there are snow, swamps, and recurring frightening nightmares. When I meet her many nights, I will tell her what happened in the bar. For example, one day a guest suddenly sent her flowers and said that her singing was really good. She said that the boss gave her a salary increase this month because she became more and more popular with guests, or a boy came from a far-away city to listen to her sing, because his friend told him that a girl in Asakawa sang beautifully, which even made Qingtian a little jealous. She told me her dream, just like a child describing the colorful candy in her glass bottle. She said that one day she would be popular in China and become the most popular star in the country. She wants everyone to be full of strength when they hear her songs. She wants everyone who has cried to be brave because of her songs, and she can continue the hard and long road in the future. She wants everyone who is strong and kind to find warmth and courage in her songs when experiencing darkness and ugliness of human nature. When I meet and describe these things to me, I always see some faint light emanating from her body, emitting a microwave halo in the night as thick as sea water, like fireflies on summer nights I have seen since I was a child. And I also know that these faint lights will one day make the encounter gorgeous, and one day will make the encounter become the most gorgeous Papilio, shining in everyone's eyes.

In any case, cold is always hopeless.

Suddenly, there will be a gust of wind in my heart, blowing all the past away from my heart.

A door separates a whole once brilliant and once brilliant youth.

Even if some words are hard to say, rooted plants will rise from the ground. Those words are like another layer of skin that grows next to the skin. The moment they are spoken, they will be bloody and painful. But I can't get around it. No matter how far you go, it's still like hitting a ghost, turning back to the fork of fate, the skylight disappears and the crow flies along the low altitude.

She silently counted the snowflakes, one by one. Later, those snowflakes seemed to fall into the wet heart and melt into the loneliness that gradually breeds.

Heavy snow covered the road. Young smile. Flying youth.

The park closed the door and everything was silent again. Under the cover of heavy snow, everyone knows that fresh seeds are beginning to sprout. We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the snow is or how long the winter is, it can't stop the warm return.

However, all people forget that warmth and happiness, the approach of spring, can not prevent the coming of the next winter.

But at least this moment is happy.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a white-bearded Santa Claus standing outside the window or climbing a tall chimney. No one will think that he is a thief.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a little match girl who lights the lamp in her hand. In an instant, the whole world lit up, shining all ordinary and weak happiness.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a snowman standing quietly in a quiet corner where people can't get close to the noise, humming a song in the dark.

On Christmas Eve, there are always many balloons rising into the sky, rising higher and higher in the background of fireworks until they disappear.

There are always dazzling lights and steaming dinners on Christmas Eve.

On Christmas Eve, there are always many secrets spreading in my heart.

These are the reasons why the world looks so happy at the moment.

We lost to the capricious palm of fate and fell black and blue. I fell black and blue.

In the third second, tears flooded the whole face like a flood. Summer swept away from my memory like a flood.

In the fourth second, Chang Xia knew that she was crying.

Long summer seems to hear the sound of countless birds suddenly flying overhead, and snowflakes fall with the flowers.

Long Xia looked up again and saw Fu Xiaosi's clear eyes, just like Polaris, which made Long Xia lose his mind for an instant.

If we hadn't met ten years ago. Whether we will never meet again.

Those foggy and noisy years in every corner of the city. The reeds germinate in turn and then die gradually.

The wings hastily covered the sky. There is nothing more to say. Cast the shadow of the tide along the road.

Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black.

Dyed black during the day. The night was dyed white. The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white.

So I became your reflection.

Always live in a completely different world from you.

Buried the twilight of the morning.

Buried a group of gorgeous swallowtail butterflies.

You are my dream.

March passed slowly, and Chang Xia didn't ask again. Later, he became cool. Long summer thought, in fact, who is Fu Xiaosi is not important. He's still that quiet little punk with cataracts! Although he won the first place in the art school, his face was clean and his clothes were bright, but his whole body felt lazy and confused, so Chang Xia always felt that only gangsters were more suitable for him.

Long Xia forgot how the conversation that afternoon happened and how it ended. Chang Xia only remembers the smile he met. It was the cleanest smile Chang Xia had ever seen since childhood, cleaner than that in Lu Zhiang, Fu Xiaosi. Perhaps it is the warm atmosphere of dusk, which has brewed the silent furry warmth and filled everything with the sweet and greasy fragrance of happiness.

I don't know. At that time, I thought, I will always be familiar with you. Anyway, even if I leave after graduation, I won't see you again. Even if I can't remember each other's names when I see graduation photo later, I will meet my high school deskmate anyway. No matter what our situation is, we will meet all kinds of different people and have all kinds of different relationships with them. However, I only have 66 high school classmates in my life, and my high school deskmate will be in my life.

Chang Xia remembers the first time he opened the door for himself. He was really startled. He opened the door and saw a woman with wet hair standing at the door, almost biting off her tongue and spitting it out. I opened my mouth to scream, and someone touched me and covered my mouth. Then I got used to it in the long summer, and I went to help meet and open the door at 1 1: 30 almost every night. Dry towels will be prepared when it rains. Chang Xia always wanted to know why he didn't like to take an umbrella, but he was embarrassed to ask. Later, Chang Xia would make a cup of hot milk and then sit at his desk until he met her. This habit lasted longer and longer and became a part of life.

The grass on the hillside has changed from yellow in winter to light green now, and the dark green has turned and swept the treetops. Dark green spreads the chapter on the trunk.

Then there is silence. Both of them stopped talking. I feel that grass in my neck has been itching, and it still itches after several moves. He sighed and closed his eyes and looked at the bright blue sky. My eyes are red with furry heat. The sunshine in spring is getting hotter every day. Thinking about thinking about thinking about Qinghai. I have seen the introduction on TV before, and the scenery there is particularly beautiful in spring. There is a sea of grass there. Travelers say that cars go over mountains and mountains, and people are often invisible for a long time, and then you will meet a large sea of flowers on the way. The whole sea of flowers is endless, filled with thousands of butterflies as big as palms.

Some feelings once appeared in a corner of the world inadvertently. For example, I was worried about the whereabouts of the kite, and suddenly there was a warm spring breeze. For example, I was just worried that the smog would cover the sun, and suddenly I saw the sun shining. For example, I have been worried about the chemistry exam. I just finished reading all the last three big questions with my eyes closed the night before. For example, when I was scared, you just passed me. For example, I am afraid that the phoenix flowers will fall all over the ground, and suddenly summer seems endless, and the sun shines all over the world.

Spring passed quickly and ran to the end in a blink of an eye. When will summer come? By the end of summer, you will have been in Asakawa for a year, right?

Chang Xia turned over, as if remembering the words written by a poet before. He said that life is a year, and a year is a day. Sunrise and sunset are all your blank faces.

I feel much better this morning. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, Chang Xia opened the cupboard and took out the dessert my mother sent me yesterday-spring grass cake. This is a specialty of Shimian County. In the long summer, from snacks to big ones, every spring, this plant called Cao Chun will flourish in all parts of Shimian County, and the whole Shimian County will become extraordinarily green, just like the green pigment suddenly flooded the whole county. Spring grass has strong vitality. No matter how bad the environment is, as long as spring comes, new seedlings will sprout. Chang Xia remembers that when she was a child, her mother said that if she grew up to be as strong as spring grass, she must be a very brave person.

At 7: 55, five minutes before class, it took six minutes to run from the apartment to the classroom, and four minutes to run like an 800-meter exam. Chang Xia knows all this. So she met two screaming people from the upstairs to the downstairs of the apartment, and also met Chang Xia's hand. Their smiles are like those delicate flowers in full bloom this spring, and the girl's face has a dazzling and beautiful light.

Meeting you and holding your hand, no matter where I am, I want to run to heaven. Can you believe it?

Long summer ran past Fu Xiaosi at that moment, a nerve in the depths of the chest suddenly broke, and my mind was blank. That familiar face can't bring any vivid narrative, he just glanced at it, even though he called a word of his name. But, what's the use? Long Xia was met and pulled forward, and Fu Xiaosi Lu Zhiang wore a handsome side face. From the difficult opening at the beginning to the surprise and then to the silence, everything is like a familiar movie plot, and all the movies I have seen have been burned. At the moment when his word "Li" quit, all this burned to ashes.

Maybe it's kapok, it's quiet, maybe it's magnolia with incomparable fragrance, or it's Cinnamomum camphora that doesn't wither all year round overhead.

And in the gap between these things, Fu Xiaosi saw Chang Xia and the smiling face he met countless times, with exaggerated tone and noisy and lively girl, while his side face quietly passed her side face countless times, and the world was silent again and again. And after a short silence at that moment, the world began to make noise again. So silence and noise, silence and noise, go back and forth slowly like day and night.

..... why do I need you to accompany me ... You go back to take a shower, covered in dust. It's really hard to be your mother.

It is difficult to make my washing machine.

Lu Zhiang immediately smiled and said, Haha, I know you must be very touched to have such a good brother as me. Don't say thank you My kindness to my friends is famous all over the country!

The little gratitude that existed originally is gone now, so I don't want to talk to him if I roll my eyes. I don't know when I can get rid of this smelly fart's character, which has a good reputation all over the country. Is it necessary for the whole country to build a memorial arch for you?

Small companies sometimes think that even if they stay with you, even if it doesn't help, it's good to at least tell you that you are not alone. Whether you were a child or you are shining now. I always feel that you have your own unique world, and no one can understand your language, fearing that you will be lonely. I have a silly idea since I was a child, that is, two people are bored together, so they are not bored ... so until now, I have been thinking, is he lonely now?

So when I occasionally see a sudden sakura rain on Japanese streets in recent years, I always think, what a pity, Fu Xiaosi is not here.

It should be a pity to see the beauty of the world alone but no one shares it.

I only remember shaking my head stupidly, and then I saw Fu Xiaosi finally laughing. In fact, our smile is particularly warm, not as warm as Lu Zhiang at sunrise in spring, but as the furry sun finally emerged from the thick clouds in winter. Because it is rare, it is warmer. Moreover, his eyes became particularly clear in the night, and I seemed to see him on the stage again. Polaris is high in the sky, guiding the return of the North and never getting lost.

Chang Xia didn't understand why he was so sad because he didn't bring enough money, but later he understood. And understand, long summer feel want to cry is yourself. The narrative is slow and lengthy, but Chang Xia simply forgets the existence of time. The crowd in the street gradually faded in the sound they met. All the voices have retreated far away, time passes slowly and quickly, and the setting sun sets heavily, as if it would never rise again the next day, but everyone knows and believes that it will rise again the next day. People who got off work hurried home. The whole city lit up.