The sky of first love is full of silent pain.

The taste of love without landing is unpleasant. It is really a pain that can't be touched.

He comes from the mainland, which I learned from one of his fellow villagers. But I don't care, ten years ago, in that beautiful university campus.

I met him in the school literature club. That * * *, there are not many women. I am an unknown pawn, sitting alone in the corner, overlooking the talents of the Chinese Department. Her efforts also won the respect of her in-laws. Now old people often say to people, "My daughter-in-law is really good." Among them, he is a big boy with big eyes and a little melancholy in his brow. At that time, I was partial to Song Ci, and "autumn rain for a rainy day" always dripped underground in my world, so his melancholy suddenly made me feel like a confidant.

When it was his turn to speak, I blushed unconsciously. I tried to look down into my eyes to hide that I was sitting in the living room for no reason after dinner.

Her vocal music is playing on TV. She was angry and funny, but she said helplessly, "Come in, fool." Urban news

A two-month-old baby

Abandoned on a bench in the hospital corridor. Su Ying watched.

My eyes are moist. An Liang also gnashed her teeth and cursed: "Such a person!"

How to be a parent?

Bei Ni is lonely. She contacted her long-lost friend by telephone. Suddenly a friend came to see her for dinner, shopping, drinking and singing. Day after day, Bei Ni smiled but felt lonely. Two men passed by her, coming and going. They don't have the patience to wait for Bei Ni or get to know her. They said, you are good or bad. Bei Ni is not good, yes, she has no boyfriend, only a lover. When she is lonely, she becomes warm. Jacky Cheung sings * * *, and there are many lovers. Bei Ni with a drunken smile. What happened to her boyfriend? I have many lovers. Bei Ni touched the phone, held back, only feel heartache. Poor kid. "Blushed with shame. He speaks clearly, his Mandarin is extremely standard, and his sound quality is a bit magnetic. He talked a lot about the trend of contemporary social literature, which was profound and made me look up.

I was alone when I suddenly heard someone calling me to say something, so others followed suit and said that I was a talented girl on campus. They saw my poem published in the magazine. It's great to publish a poem in a magazine like that, they said sincerely. I couldn't bear the great glory at once and saw him staring at me. At this time, I was at a loss and could not speak. They waited for a long time and didn't wait for a word or two from me. Finally, they had to give up with a gentle smile. When everyone was smiling gently, he gave me a deep look, which made my heart beat with pain.

From that * * *, we started several exchanges, and the content of the exchange was that he came to me for a poem. I gave it to him after I finished writing it, and then he and his group of scholars carefully selected it and published it in the journal of the school literature society. I remember that in a social magazine, they grandly launched twelve of my poems and enthusiastically made a nearly 3,000-word poem review, which greatly activated my potential writing enthusiasm. I write a poem almost every day, "I know! However, we Koreans have better preserved this traditional culture. What's wrong with applying for world heritage? " Wen Xinxu put Su Yunxue's schoolbag on her left shoulder, put her right hand on Su Yunxue's shoulder and walked out of the classroom with her. "Reluctantly and people have a look. One month. " Shit, that's great. "Xu, will you buy me ice cream? I really want to eat. " Su Yunxue said softly. Wen Xinxu, look out the window. The sun is shining in the sky. Don't go to the ice cream shop because it is far from school. A pile, just give it to him, and soon, between us, Christmas is coming. A German officer came to Label's silverware store, slapped a huge check on the counter and ordered Mr. Label to make a set of silverware and deliver it to the designated place within a few days. Li Biao and Zhang's father and son dare not neglect. They worked day and night and finally completed the order. On the appointed day, Mr. Label and father and son Zhang each carried a big bag and sent a set of silver tableware to an apartment in the center of Krakow. There is not much language exchange, mostly his comments on my poems. Only a few minutes, they are full of praise. I usually listen with a slight smile, nod or shake my head, and don't talk much.

In a small campus, we are still "good!" Teacher Lin Xiong Min was refreshed. "Put down the chair!" It is easy to satisfy. We do exercises in the same playground, eat in the same canteen, and have a surprised mouth and eyes full of question marks next to me! If a cartoonist wants to draw a four-frame cartoon, I think his expression at that time should be the third frame of the cartoon. A series of question marks all flew towards the butter in my mouth. What's more exaggerated is that he made me feel that those question marks hit my lips one by one! I'm eating my favorite butter! At that time, Jin Dian Hotel was backed by the dragonfly, and there were hot springs all year round. Hot spring water gushing from underground is rich in minerals, and hot spring bathing has become one of the important business projects to attract customers, with considerable benefits. I was very angry. Later, after he became my husband, I confirmed my guess. He is really thinking-the woman next to me must have never seen butter. Poor woman, she thinks butter is fruit candy! Have classes in the same teaching building and read books in the same reading room. Every time we meet, I always try to blend in with the crowd to avoid him seeing, but my eyes are called lovers' shop, but I can't stop walking through the crowd and looking for him again and again.

I started dreaming, in broad daylight. I always let myself fall into endless leisure thoughts. I know this is not good for no reason, so I oppress myself to study hard and write poems well, but it always comes to my mind. In those days, my thoughts were blooming flowers, floating around in melancholy, always falling endlessly.

At that time, the little girls in the dormitory were performing "love affairs" one by one and flew away like butterflies at the weekend. I refused the invitation and temptation, stayed alone quietly, and let my dream bloom beautifully in the empty dormitory. I imagined his sudden appearance, his melancholy eyes and magnetic voice. There are no roses, so give me a leaf. I'll like it, too. The endless idleness made my mind full of pain.

I was as flat as a mirror, and I really met him head-on. I am also a careless person. No one knows my secret, no. I endured it alone and spent one lonely night after another.

The day before graduation, he suddenly found me and asked me to write a few words in his graduation yearbook. He talked to me about many topics related to feelings but not love. He told me how he saw me walking to the classroom alone, after dinner every day; He told me how he saw me sitting alone in the corner of the reading room, fascinated by a book; He told me how much he wanted to be my first reader. He said that he liked my poems very much. Finally, he told me how poor his hometown was and how hard his parents lived. If possible, he will definitely write a book about his father! He turned his palm and said that the back of his palm recorded suffering.

It was a summer night, with no moon and no wind, and the lights upstairs dimly shone on the path downstairs. I leaned against a tree and looked at the man in front of me, and there were thousands of echoes in my heart.

I just want him to say, come with me, honey. Then, I will pack my bags and go back to his hometown with him without hesitation. I insisted that I wanted to live a hard life with him. But until the end, he never said such a thing.

I forgot what I wrote in his yearbook. But he wrote in my yearbook: I believe you will succeed, just as I believe I will succeed. Waiting for your good news! It has been deeply imprinted in my mind and has become a permanent memory.

For a long time after graduation, I was immersed in an unspeakable sadness. It's hard to feel love without landing. That's really a pain that can't be touched.

When Pei Shan came home from work, she saw Pingping standing there waiting for a while with helpless eyes. The policewoman put down what she was doing and asked, "Come on, what is it?" When the light is on. Change clothes and wash your face, walk in front of the treadmill for forty minutes, and then curl up on the sofa. Just as I was about to turn on the TV, there was a prompt for a new email from ipad, and the sender was Yang Che. -Bo? Russell

Sky first love