Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 1 (The Stone of Her Mountain)
I have imagined countless times that the future life will either be in spring, or face the sea, and finally found that spring is allergic and the seaside is wet.I once doubted whether the life I longed for really existed.

Until I met TA, a person who was as quiet as a virgin and moved like a rabbit, with a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes.

Encounter must be a kind of accident, encounter is always a blend.

Memories always want to cry, a person's loneliness. (Sorry, I put the wrong disc).

Fate is the most wonderful feeling in the world, affecting the joys and sorrows of life.Some people get along day and night but can't get into their hearts.Some people have met but cherished each other.

First thought - I thought that the encounter must be a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, a song and a song, a horseshoe in a busy city to save people, and a barren mountain to break down a temple to shelter from the rain.It is the hero who saves the beauty, and the road is offended.It is a fire to keep warm and listen to the wind and rain overnight.It was the garden that suddenly heard the beautiful woman smiling, and turned her head to see the peach blossoms blooming.Ten thousand flowers are bleak, but the spring breeze is not as good as you.Your glance, smile and look back, want me to be dimmed a thousand times.So poetic.

Later, I thought that the meeting must be the need to open a door, behind the door there is a clear sky and a thousand miles of grass.You hold the maltose, your eyes meet, and your eyes wander.Even if it takes a lot of courage and strength to push away your world, I will not turn back. With you there, there is no need to keep anything. It is so unscrupulous.

Later, I thought that the encounter was a journey without a purpose, to wear the stars and the moon, to experience the vicissitudes of life and the troubles of the world, and to endure the silent world and the empty long street.To get off the wrong station in the wrong car, to cry for a long night, to have trouble falling asleep for you, to stand in front of you with a tired and ragged clothes, it is only a matter of countless coincidences that deceived you to stop once.

I searched in the vast sea of ​​people, listening to the wind and watching the people passing by.Although the waiting time is extremely long, but knowing that you will appear, you will wait forever.

But what's the point of a girl's love?

What piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what gate of destiny, what travel waiting, all are jokes.

until I met you.

The first meeting - it was the most beautiful encounter in my life when I first met you.I always wanted to say that no matter where I am, the only person I want to go is your side, there is no reason, it comes from the throbbing of my heart.Love, there is no excuse, fate and a thousand times look back.

On that day, you were the end of the world, and I was the cape, and the two were forgotten.In that life, you were the bright moon, I was the clear spring, and the three lives were Huafa, and I was concerned for the rest of my life.

The original intention - the night is late, even the crickets are talking in their dreams, the moonlight is cool and gentle.She stood by the balcony, the breeze picked up a short hair, and it disappeared immediately, she lost sleep.

For the first time, she was a girl who loved to laugh, but her eyes were full of all kinds of sadness, as if she was being chased by the helplessness of life.The past is vaguely hazy like a dream, but when I look back, there is no shadow.Her past is vague, and there is nothing worth proving to herself, bragging to them, and her ordinary life may be mixed with things she likes, embarrassing, and disgusting, which cannot be cut or thrown away.

People's life should be spring, summer, autumn and winter, instead of letting themselves be unable to extricate themselves in the cold winter.

Cicada said, summer is here.

The evening breeze with the scent of lime whispered in my ear, the greenness in front of the window lazily bathed in the warm sun of late spring evening, and the slender wicker looked like a shy girl, trembling and bowing her head.

(End of this chapter)