Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

In the autumn when the breeze went to the appointment, I opened a sweet morning.The sun shines through the curtains, casting layers of light and shadow covering the years. The colored sugar paper on the table is scratched by the sun, and the refracted light is colorful.I folded a spring with my hands, it will bloom forever.

The crumpled sugar paper is the secret of my unchanging joy in time.

I’m probably addicted to sweets, but it’s just that the four seasons come and go, and summer comes before I know it. In summer, the rain falls in a hurry, and I am in a mess. The high school entrance examination makes me look up, but my mock exam makes me feel exhausted. not come.So I was ups and downs, moving forward like a drowning person. I thought I could consume the heaviness, but I never thought that in such a vast life, there is no end to heaviness.

When I took the test paper, I found that the candy I had brought before was in the cabinet.I have always loved this kind of crystal candy. I often marvel at the light and shadow drawn on the candy paper at every moment. I love the surprise of each one without knowing the taste. The sweetness is looming in the air.Maybe it was because the summer was too hot. When I opened the bag, most of the sugar melted and stuck to the bag sticky. Only the sticky sweetness at the moment of opening was exactly the same as their traces before.The sun was shaking and shaking outside the window. I took a fairly complete candy and jumped and jumped on the tip of my tongue.

Candy seems to be real forever, no matter how drowned and heavy I am, I can still wake up sweetly when I pick it up again—a midsummer.I remembered that at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, I would buy a lot of candy and put it in my pocket, ask others if they wanted candy, collect all the candy wrappers, and fold them into bouquets of roses.Although I was lazy, I collected many packets of sugar wrappers, and finally folded only a few bouquets of roses, but those days filled with sweetness have healed me for a long time this summer through a year.

At that time, the flowers I planted in the dew also bloomed for half a spring and summer.

After a long absence, I started to take the sugar paper seriously, washed the sugar residues, put them in a small bag and collected them one by one.When I got home, I listened to pure music for several hours, let every syllable dance vaguely between my lips, and folded a spring that belonged to me strangely.I fold roses, lilies, and many other tutorials I randomly found on the Internet, those flowers whose names I don't know.As if time has never flowed, I can look up again.

When they were folded, they were stained with a thin layer of sunlight in the early morning. I held these flowers, and my hands were also stained with ripples of light.I lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep for a long, long time, very slowly.

"I'm getting better, slowly but surely.

Maybe we will all drown, unable to look up at the starry sky on the shore, and unable to find the final answer in the endless night.But there will always be such a moment of silence that allows us to go back to the past, to the days when we wanted to have a bunch of romance no matter what.So we happily went to the appointment, accompanied the early morning, and fell asleep in a calm state.

The springs made of sugar paper are blooming forever, and we will remember every moment in the days filled with sweetness.Listening to the call of the wind, walking through the four seasons, we are short, and we are not afraid of the long years, because we are plain, and we are not afraid of the excitement.

summer, autumn.

Lift your eyes and remember to reconcile with the sun.