endless roses

Chapter 27 Cherry Blossom Explosion
Before class in the afternoon, I simply washed my face and went out. Zhongzhong said that the spring breeze blew for a long time yesterday, and everyone was a little dark. He reminded me to wear sunscreen, but I always felt that the sunscreen was not refreshing after the film was formed, so I put it on myself The favorite empty top knit hat to go out.I bought the hat in the third year of middle school, and it cost [-] foreign dollars. At that time, my family thought it looked good and asked about the price. To be honest, I received a lot of criticism, and this incident became an example of my love to spend money for many years.But until today, I still think it is worth it. There are not many hats that fit my head circumference, and the empty top will not mess up my hairstyle. The finishing touch is the elegant bow on the left corner.Later, I wanted to buy the same one, but the good ones were taken off the shelves, and they should be cherished in the world for a while, and there is no such hat that is so exciting.

Walking to the Enling Art Center (near the Conservatory of Music, you can hear melodious flute and saxophone every night after class), the front is an underground passage, and there is a burst cherry tree in between, which is the kind of almost pure white pale Pink, the wind blows, the flowers fly and fall, like a dream, as if I am remembering instead of being in the campus.There was a sexy hot girl riding a motorcycle in front of me. When I was close to me, I took a peek at her again. She had a Pakistani charm, thick eyebrows and big eyes, long curly hair, slightly strong, and a beard. It turned out to be a hot girl. elder brother.At that time, the sentence in Orwell's novel flashed through my mind, and I changed it, "Under the flying cherry tree, I betrayed you, and you betrayed me."

Several liberal arts teachers who had a good relationship in middle school said that they liked reading my essays very much, and they were as lazy as they were before their eyes; and the difficulty and helplessness I racked my brains were often seen in the exam composition, and this attitude was written in the volume. On the surface, the scores are always high and low, either extremely high or simply low, and there is rarely a compromise.

There is a road between the second phase and the first phase. This year, the north gate of the second phase is under construction, and the corresponding south gate of the first phase is also closed. We have to take the underground passage.That place is also okay, sometimes campus artists will come to solo or play and sing, and there are graffiti all over the wall: Gu Hongming, Destiny, Tom Cat, Tucao, Pink Girl... It's just that there are many corners on the bicycle road, relatively directly from the two It is not convenient to walk through the school gate.

Suddenly I feel that I have a lot of things to write down every day, and sometimes I even have the illusion that every meaningless day is worth it.Of course, these are just some small and emotional events, or make me smile for a moment, or feel a little lonely for a moment, related to myself or not, after all, they are happening, and I have witnessed this moment.

I’m afraid that one day I’ll be bored. Cycling doesn’t count, dazedness doesn’t count, water lessons don’t count, and being alone doesn’t count. It’s the kind brought by me, but I won’t laugh and feel a little bit about some meaningless little things. Even if I don't care about the incident itself, I am faintly worried that I won't have this kind of leisurely state of mind in a few years.

(End of this chapter)