Summer disappears in the morning (below)
Magnolia Ran Ran
The sky in Huang Yue is getting more and more yellow, which makes people's eyes sour. There is a cloth floating on the horizon, which keeps the clouds stable. Maybe it won't rain.
The smell of the morning still lingers in my palm.
You can dance with your eyes closed.
In the morning, I put my head out to see the bedroom window. There is a dim light in the gap of the curtain, and the soothing notes are faintly scattered in the ear. Morning is always so casual and elegant. I think I am hopelessly infatuated with his elegance.
The music came to an abrupt end. I don't know what happened. I saw my eschatological face in an awkward blank.
Like the sound of broken glass.
A heavy rain that I thought would not come roared down before dusk. Without lightning and thunder, the whole world was soaked in dazzling white light. The buttonwood trees outside the window are falling leaves wildly. There is a deep river winding on the leaves.
Just then, the morning rushed into my sight.
My ice blue T-shirt turned dark blue by the heavy rain. He ran as fast as he could, even more urgently than when crossing the street. He really wants to break through something. He looks as crazy and blind as those fallen phoenix leaves. His figure is so thin that he will fall down at any moment. He wandered aimlessly in the garden, and the heavy rain overflowed his body, making the teenager ignorant and unconscious.
Ling's father's angry roar came from next door. Let him go, let him go and see where he can go. You taught me a good son! All I do all day is get some junk!
A shadow passed by the bedroom window in the early morning, and the rain began to rush.
Running in this direction in the early morning. He was obviously surprised and squatted down to pick it up.
It's that beautiful book full of fallen leaves.
I walked three long streets with him to buy this book. Soaked in the rain, it was so soft that it broke when pulled. It lay dying in the boy's wet arms.
In the morning, resentful eyes go upstream like birds. He stood in the heavy rain for a few seconds and then ran away.
I picked up my umbrella in horror and chased it out. Ling's father's roar and Ling's mother's cry gradually blurred.
As if entering a long river bed, breathing has become a luxury.
Good morning, where are you? Where should I go? You tell me.
Raindrops beat on my umbrella, as if it would take countless holes to stop. My arms and shoes are covered with water, which is sticky, heavy and cold. The evening breeze is not soft at all. It cheers for the jumping of raindrops, and its eyes are shining with excitement.
I looked embarrassed and had to run. I began to run as thin as the morning, thin and directionless.
Don't let me see it disappear in the morning, okay?
The oceans all over the world are upside down.
Gardens become boundless in the ocean. I feel like a seahorse without thinking. Wandering around the hippocampus. Hippocampus can't go home. Haima lost her lover. Haima is so sad that she is going to cry.
Morning, morning.
When the rain was a little light, I found dawn by the small pond at the other end of the garden. There is an ancient stone pavilion, sitting on a cold stone bench with his knees in his arms in the morning, with his hair hanging down to cover half his face. The book is still lying in his arms, and he is trembling.
There is water in the pond. I'm glad I didn't let myself fall like a leaf in the morning. If so, I will never forgive the dawn, because he didn't mean it, he did it on purpose.
I ran through a puddle and dirty water splashed on my calf, but what does it matter? I believe more and more that there is some traction between me and the early morning, and it is this invisible force that led me to find him.
Don't cry in the morning
I gently brushed away his dripping hair, his eyelashes became darker and his lips looked so white.
This book is completely useless.
Protect it with pale fingers in the morning.
We sat there quietly, waiting for dark. The clothes on my body gradually dried in the humid air. Everyone can see that we are two particularly tired children.
When my mother found this place early in the morning, she finally said something to me. My middle school entrance examination results came out, and I failed in math and English.
We followed Ling's mother upstairs. The cold expression in the morning makes my breathing irregular again. When he saw his father at home, maybe there was nothing to be afraid of in his eyes in the morning. He looked at his father with unusually provocative eyes, and Ling's father raised his hand angrily again despite his wife's pleading. In the early morning, I looked up with great cooperation, moving as fast as a deer.
The slap died in mid-air.
I entered the room early in the morning and slammed the door. The eardrum trembles and hurts.
I think something perfect has been broken in his heart.
In the early morning, the signs of being scratched by wooden strips on the arm are more frequent.
When I helped him rub the medicine, he still didn't say a word, occasionally taking a breath, and my hands trembled with his inhalation.
Those scars make my heart tremble, and I can only hear the sound of wind and rain, wandering in the dusk when I first saw him disappear from my eyes.
It's my dad. He always says I don't live up to expectations, but I really don't like those things. Xia Yanyan, do you think it is funny? What he and I value respectively has become "those things" in each other's mouths.
In the morning, I took off my sleeves lightly and sat on the sofa lightly.
The summer outside the window disappears in a trance.
Summer is getting farther and farther away.
In the morning, it was still the boy with quiet eyes, quiet and full of persistent sadness in summer.
I am getting scared every day, and this fear is getting stronger and stronger with the quiet in the morning. I don't know if it's because I saw a phantom disappearing from my eyes one morning, and I always felt that that morning would leave without saying goodbye on a summer morning. He made everyone unable to find him, but left a mark on everyone's heart. Those who love him deeply have a thin and decisive shadow in their eyes.
Looking at this early morning, I can't ask anything. Chenchen is a man of his word. I'm afraid I inspired his idea.
Then in the early morning without warning, it really disappeared in the early morning. On the day he left, more than half of the summer had passed. He left a note for his mother saying that he would be back in two days. He took 600 yuan with him. We can't find him anywhere.
For two whole days, I lay on the windowsill of my bedroom and looked at the buttonwood tree at the gate downstairs. The wind is cool at night.
I want to expect to come back early in the morning. He said he would come back.
In the morning, do you know that the girl you call the Crystal Rabbit is waiting for you to appear again? Do you miss us lying on the balcony watching the storm in summer afternoon? Do you still remember the midsummer fragrance and transparency flowing in the room when she rubbed your medicine? Do you miss the tall buttonwood tree outside the window, which shakes the shade of the earth in the mild sunshine in the morning? Do you remember closing your eyes slightly in the swaying rotation of leaves, like an independent but enjoyable child?
Do you remember? Do you remember.
Early the next morning, I came home with a messy face. His father didn't hit him. His mother cried and hugged him.
Later, he told me the experience of running away, slightly intoxicated. Have you ever seen the sea at dusk? There are no people, boats and birds on the beach. There is such a piece of water between heaven and earth, drawing a blue twilight bit by bit. You can hear the tide wailing alone on the beach. Everything is your own. It is very quiet around. There is a horizon in the distance, and I think it is waiting for me.
Summer continues, don't you think it's a very broad and tragic scene?
In the morning, there are clusters of snowflakes falling in my eyes, still broken in time and space, tangled into a cold. I was a little overwhelmed by his infection, but in the early morning, do you think that the disappearance of these two days and one night is just a trip in summer?
You left so badly early in the morning. I looked at his skirt sadly. I am sad because I am still insignificant in the eyes of the early morning. He completely concealed such an important thing as running away from me.
Chen Chen shook his head. He seemed to think seriously for a while, and then said, Xia Mianyan, how can I ignore you? I'm afraid you won't go with me.
Why not go with you.
Because you are a rabbit, a beautiful little rabbit made of crystal.
I buried my head sadly, and the tears in the morning wet the back of my hand. His hand is on the lace of my skirt.
In the morning, he leaned down, hugged me gently and stroked my hair. His deep and heavy voice chattered in my ear, as if he were reciting those cold sentences countless times.
I like listening to my favorite sentences.
Xia Yanyan, you are really a well-behaved and obedient doll. You are too beautiful to get hurt. You have a bright future, which will be broken at the touch of it.
Xia Yanyan, I really want to take you away, but you will be afraid and so will I.
Look at my eyes in the morning, infinite sadness. He has never been so sad. His sadness is bright and stings my eyes like sunshine.
I'm not afraid to go with you in the early morning. I'm afraid you will disappear again.
In the morning, nothing in this world can scare me, except your disappearance.
In the morning, you take me away. Take me away.
Summer ended on an evening. Early in the morning, his mother accompanied his father to the company reception.
I stuffed all the 700 pocket money my mother gave me in the drawer into my bag, took some clothes and ran to the nearby bus stop. I want to smile at everyone who comes home. My steps are extremely light. I said to myself, Xia Yanyan, you can be free. You are no longer a rabbit made of crystal.
I met at the coach station in the east of the city early in the morning. We secretly planned to go to city C.
To tell the truth, I don't know how to live in C city. I only brought 400 yuan out in the morning. His parents were worried that he would run away from home again and gave him little pocket money. In the morning, I can write some poems that others find strange and inexplicable. I can't predict at all how I will make a living with him in that strange city. Who we will meet and what we will meet. It was only then that my heart was filled with the joy of running away. I don't want to think about those complicated futures. I think there will always be a way. Chen Chen is a boy 16 years old. He said he would protect me.
I can't lose this pale and quiet boy again.
We decided to leave by the earliest bus the next day.
My morning dinner was settled in a small noodle restaurant near the station. I was surprised to walk into that dimly lit shop. Before that, I passed by similar shops on the street and felt that they were far away from my life, so far that I never had a chance to get close to them in my life. Now, I didn't think I would face it in such a hurry. Some young people dressed in untidy clothes are eating noodles and staring at me. Maybe they think it's interesting that this well-dressed girl appears in such a place. She doesn't seem to belong here, and her appearance is too wrong.
It's the first time I feel embarrassed and embarrassed under such direct gaze.
I sat carefully in the dim light in a blue denim skirt. The dirty oil on the table condenses layer by layer, and my hand leans against the edge of the table, and a pungent flavor of seasoning is swaying in the turbid air. He ordered a bowl of three fresh noodles for me early in the morning. He only ate a small bowl of cold noodles mixed with soy sauce and pepper.
Sanxian noodles are not delicious, as if they only taste of salt. I stuffed chopsticks into my mouth one by one, thinking about my mother's best tomato scrambled egg noodles, and my eyes were burning. I lowered my head and ate noodles in a muffled voice, so as not to let the morning see my disappointment and sadness.
When I finished eating in the morning, there was still half a bowl left. He stared at my face for a while and then said it was not delicious, right?
I looked at him hesitantly.
He put the money on the table, took my hand and strode out of the noodle restaurant. Early in the morning, I bought a soft bread and a bottle of Huang Chengcheng juice in the canteen of the station. He said, eat, don't force yourself if you can't eat next time, you know.
My tears almost fell.
Bread is so dry that it tastes like sawdust in your mouth. I turned my back to prevent me from eating bread in the morning.
Tears still drop by drop, falling into the dry crack of bread.
In order to save accommodation, we spent a long night in the worst small room of the station hotel. I remember the freckled woman downstairs at the registration office silently looking at me and the early morning with ambiguous eyes. I naturally won't overdo it. I think this woman is really a philistine.
There is no bathroom in the small room, and there is no special bathroom. Open the window in the morning, and the evening breeze is faint in the room. He was surprised to sit by the bed and watch TV. It's a variety show with idol stars. I'm surprised that he doesn't read poetry in the morning and watch such a program. He is not interested in stars. When watching TV, it is rare to burst into laughter in the early morning.
I have never lived in such a shabby house. The wooden chair and window sill are broken. The sheets are old and the faded patterns are striking. A pair of dusty slippers hang under the bed, and the TV cabinet is just an empty low wooden cabinet with simple style. The place where the paint is peeling off is like an ugly and ferocious scar.
In the early morning, I can sit there and watch TV as if nothing had happened.
The city outside the window slowly quieted down late at night. There are no stars, and all the stars have escaped quietly. Tired as a pair of rough hands, I want to close my eyes stiffly. I dare not sleep. I can't convince myself to sleep peacefully on that smelly sheet.
I miss the soft big bed my father ordered for me. The sheets were washed white and fragrant by my mother. I miss the milk my father cooked for me on weekend nights. My mother helped me cool to the right temperature and watched me drink. There was a gentle smile on her face. I miss my father carefully closing the screen window of my bedroom before I go to bed. My mother will give me a gentle kiss. She said the baby had a good dream.
When I think of mom and dad, I suddenly worry about how scared they will be if they don't bring their daughter home. They are the kindest and most considerate parents in the world, but their daughter left them and eloped with a boy with snow in his eyes.
My guilt breeds a watery and scattered map.
The electric fan on the wall is aging, and the creaking and hoarse groans disturb the night sky in the last summer. My chest began to feel stuffy and suffocating again. In the early morning, I was still laughing exaggeratedly in front of the TV. He ignored me.
Why is he not sleepy at all?
I buried my face in my hand and cried. I feel terrible. I feel horrible.
I finally stopped laughing in the morning. He sat down and took my face. Xia Mianyan, what's wrong with you?
I've been crying. Maybe I will lose my temper when I see my tears in the early morning, but I don't care so much. I find that running away is not an elegant thing, it only makes me dirty.
There are so many strangers' meaningful eyes that stick into my skirt, my skin and my eyes like needles.
I cried because of disappointment and fear. In the early morning, this girl is really like you said. She is just a little rabbit, a rabbit made of crystal. She'll be scared.
I couldn't say a word, and my tears blocked my throat hard. I hugged me in the morning and said, are you afraid? Summer continues. You are too tired. Get some sleep and you won't be afraid.
He patted me on the back and hummed a song I had never heard before. The singing in the morning calmed me down. His songs are as gentle as his hands.
I fell asleep in the arms of the morning. My expression must be wronged. I wonder if there are equally fragile tears hanging in the corner of my eyes.
Ending a:
The next day is the weekend. When I woke up, I was packing. Seeing his familiar expression, I'm glad he didn't slip away while I was asleep. This joy lasted less than five minutes. When I was asked what I wanted for breakfast in the early morning, I fell into endless sadness again. I don't want to run away anymore. I have to admit. One night is enough to crush my fragile will. I don't know what is waiting for me ahead, dirty or poor, and I don't know whether there is a huge deep pool waiting for me to fall.
I combed my hair slowly and said I didn't have time in the morning. We must hurry, or we will miss the earliest bus.
I hope I can't catch up. Maybe.
I followed him out of the room with my head down and left the door open. The room with the wooden door open is like a gloomy cave. In that cave, I abandoned my fear all night.
Our breakfast is a bowl of soybean milk and a steamed stuffed bun. I haven't finished eating. After breakfast, we sat in empty chairs in the waiting room. Passengers came in one after another, and migrant workers from other places came to sit next to me. Instinctively, I leaned towards the early morning. Hold my hand in the morning. .
Familiar cries came from the morning news on TV. That's a cry I'm very familiar with. Ling mother's red eyes appeared in front of the camera. I looked up and watched the TV in the early morning.
His mother sobbed, grabbed the photos of him from childhood and said, come back in the morning. Where are you? Mom and dad are worried about you.
She said that Chen Chen had just graduated from the third grade, and he ran out alone in case he met the bad guys.
She said, Chen Chen, mom misses you. ...
His father was interviewed by the reporter very calmly. He only said one thing, son, come back. Dad will never hit you again, as long as you go home.
He didn't look forward. He looked at the photos he took with him in the early morning.
I buried my head in the morning. His head is buried very low. A few tears hit his jeans, and several deep and shallow blue patches were stained.
I immediately grabbed his hand, and I said, early in the morning, let's go home. Let's go home. Look, your parents miss you very much.
There was no answer in the early morning, and he sat in a chair and wept silently.
The sunshine jammed her skirt into the window. The sadness in the morning, together with my sadness, continues in the mild sunshine, and all the sadness is so wet and bright.
Ending b:
The next day is the weekend. Xia Yanyan and I waited in the waiting room early, waiting for the first bus to C city.
I stayed up all night. Tears in the corner of my eyes in summer dripping in the silence of summer night. Drop by drop, it hurts me.
I know this lovely doll is afraid. I know I really can't take her away. She belongs to this city, not far away.
I decided to let her stay.
Xia Yanyan, I don't want to say goodbye to you. But I can't take you away. We are doomed to lose each other at this station. You don't have to come to me, because this loss is the most unbearable parting for you.
I smiled and said to Xia Yanyan, I want to eat the old black forest cake. Xia Yanyan, would you please buy it for me once?
(This is the last time, summer is continuing. )
Where can I buy it? She looked around with a straight face.
It's in the cake shop that turned right when you left the station.
Get out, leave this station, and don't come back. )
She stood up obediently and said, then wait for me and I'll buy it. Wait for me. oh When she went to the ticket booth, she looked back at me. It was endless gentle eyes mixed with her tiny sadness. I quickly smiled at her and laughed hard.
Bye, Xia Yanyan. Bye.
I quickly picked up my bag and walked into the ticket gate.
There is no turning back.
Xia Yanyan, if you come back and see me leave, hurry home. You are such a delicate little rabbit. All your sorrows are just some intoxicating little petals in the years, which bloom every summer from the age of fourteen to sixteen and will never be defeated.
I jumped on the long-distance bus to C city alone.
The car slowly left the city. I don't know if I should say a solemn goodbye to it. In less than five hours, I will never face its smoky sky again.
I 14 to 16 years old, the sky is smoky gray, like a rushing river.
The mobile phone TV in the car is playing a missing person news. I saw my mother cry red eyes and said that she was worried that I would meet bad people. I saw my father grow old overnight. He said, son, come back. His voice is sad, his voice is sad.
I stuck my head out of the window, tears were about to come out of my eyes. Before the temperature rose, large fields flashed in the air. My summer is over. I miss it madly.
The only girl who saw through my sadness was left in the midsummer by me. Who else can tell me, my summer, our summer, where did it go with my hordes of sadness?