Xiaoyue mobile phone photography exhibition

The long-lost sunshine divides the sky into two parts, half blue and half white, and invisibly divides the waist into two parts. Obviously, it is not at the seaside, but gives me an illusion that the sea and the sky meet.

I don't know. How are you now?

I wonder, is the Eiffel Tower on the Seine so magnificent?

I collected all the postcards you sent me, including the Eiffel Tower and Louvre in Paris, and lavender in Provence. You will write a paragraph on the back of each piece of paper. However, I don't care as much as I used to, and I won't try my best to think about how to reply.

The last postcard, still my favorite Eiffel Tower, is printed with "Eiffel Tower" on the cover, and you wrote on the back:

GZ, I decided to come back.

I know what you mean. "GZ" is not only Guangzhou, but also my initials, Gu Zhi.

However, at the moment I received it, I was not as excited as I thought. I've imagined you coming back countless times. Should I cry for joy or be indifferent? But when it really happened, my heart was calm and I couldn't lift a ripple anymore.

My friend saw me lost in thought and joked with me, "How did you pull your male god back?" I am very happy in my heart, but I have to pretend to be deep. I think you were still crying when people left. "

I shook my head with a wry smile.

I took Walden Lake in my hand and continued to turn it over. Bookmarks are always fixed where my favorite paragraphs are on that page.

However, the simplicity that I once yearned for is a luxury after all.

Our acquaintance stems from Thoreau's book.

It was a sunny afternoon, and I took my notebook to the library to continue my course design. There were a lot of people in the study room. I took a look at the empty seats and then turned and left. At that moment, I bumped into your arm and the book in your hand fell to the ground.

That kind of voice is particularly harsh in this quiet study room. I said "I'm sorry" awkwardly, and then bent down to help you pick up the book on the floor quickly. In addition to several textbooks, there is also a Walden that I like, so I can't help reading more.

I think there are not many men who like Walden Lake.

Until you took the book in my hand and smiled and said "Never mind". Then he added, "You like Walden Lake, too? I just noticed that you looked at it for a few seconds. "

"Oh, yes, I like it very much." I grabbed the strap of my computer bag and suddenly felt a little nervous.

You smiled, I have to say, you smiled beautifully, showing white teeth and shallow dimples on your cheeks, giving people a very clean feeling.

It was not until someone behind me heard malicious laughter that I realized that there was something wrong with the few seconds I stared at you. I could feel my face and ears getting warmer. I felt a little annoyed, but I pretended to walk to the door calmly.

Unexpectedly, we meet again soon.

When I came out of the gym, I took a casual look at the basketball court next to me. Full house, cheers. I couldn't help complaining to them, and even sarcastically said, "What a nymphomaniac."

However, I caught a glimpse of you before I fully recovered my sight. Eyes like radar, through the crowd, lock you on the field at a glance.

You are wearing a red and white jersey with the words "School of Foreign Languages" printed on it. Here is a French word I don't know.

Looking at you freely, the hair on your forehead is soaked with sweat, and the sun hits you, leaving a bunch of mottled shadows on the ground, which is hard to say.

As soon as you scored a three-pointer, the girls around you screamed and shouted "mixed".

At that time, I knew your name.

I turned around and was ready to leave.

Just in time, you have a rest halfway. Many girls surround you and offer you water to wipe your sweat, but you refuse one by one and go straight through the crowd.

That was the first time I thought your back looked a little lonely. Although there are so many people who like you, you always seem to be alone.

"What do you want? I was so absorbed, "you suddenly appeared in front of me.

I look puzzled. "Didn't you leave the court?"

He seems very calm. "Oh, I found you when I left, so I came to say hello."

I heard your teammate calling your name. You wiped your sweat with the back of your hand and said, "I'm leaving."

I nodded and you ran to the basketball court.

When I went to the canteen to eat in the afternoon, I was looking for a seat with a plate, and then I saw you waving to me from a distance. I wonder if I should go there. You came and took my things, so I had to bite the bullet and follow you.

Your classmates began to smile with malicious intent, and most of them were looking at me. You turn around and let me sit next to you. "Ignore them, they are all unreliable seniors."

Just after you finished, a tall boy leaned over to me and said, "Primary school girl, in fact, he is even more unreliable. Be careful."

I smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

My heart is as sweet as honey.

I think I should like you.

So, if you look at me more and talk to me more, I think you like me too.

That Sunday, the autumn wind started, with a somewhat bleak feeling. However, looking around, the trees outside are still green and have no feeling of autumn.

Yes, it is a typical subtropical monsoon climate here. Even autumn comes later than other places.

I stayed alone in the dormitory reading, and all my roommates went out on a date. Suddenly the screen of the mobile phone lights up. It's you. You said Qing bar near the school, a person is a little bored, so he wants to chat with me.

Putting down the phone, my heart began to beat happily. I don't know what kind of girl you like, but I feel that you have a crush on me.

After getting dressed, I went to the bar. When I arrived, you drank a little too much. You took my hand and told me a lot about you, including your family and your good friends, but when it came to the point, you stopped talking.

I thought you told me so much about you because you were drunk. I am even secretly glad that you are finally going to tell me your past.

It's just that when you look me in the eye, hold my hand and say, "Abortion, you're finally back".

I was struck by lightning.

The color in your eyes can't deceive people, and the tender attachment when you call her name can't be faked. So affectionate, so affectionate, but for another person.

I broke your finger, and the hurt feelings in your eyes were clear at a glance. A little pain floats in the dark pupil, like hot chocolate, so dense and strong.

You just think of me as her.

And I, however, still foolishly thought that you were different from me.

Later, I finally learned about your past.

Her name is Shen Yue, and she is the goddess of your college. Before she chose to exchange in France, you were a match made in heaven.

You only drank that day because her circle of friends updated the photos of her and her foreign boyfriend.

I know everything, only to find that I still love you hopelessly.

It's just that these are all my one-man shows. A person's secret love, a person's game, may not know, may know and pretend not to know.

I used to think that if I moved my heart and moved my feelings, then this is love, and we should cherish it.

Those heartbeats and nervousness make me feel that if I like someone, I should give and not return.

I thought in love, being too rational would only backfire.

On the eve of your graduation, you finally decided to go to France to find her.

You said, thank you for helping you make this decision.

In fact, you don't know, it will only be more painful for me to watch you suffer for her. Why don't I let you follow your heart? Maybe you can save her, and I can let you go.

It's just that the situation is not as simple as I thought.

There is no turning back between you.

You told me on WeChat that she has changed and doesn't care about you as much as before. And you have changed. You don't love her as much as you thought.

I suddenly don't know how to reply to you.

You said that when I arrived in France, I missed the days around you more and more.

What you don't know is that in order to let you sleep a little longer, I got up early to buy you breakfast, took a seat in the library, and even skipped a few classes to watch your game, just to hand over towels and water in time when you were resting.

You don't know, those emotions that I have nowhere to put in the middle of the night. I hold my mobile phone and chat with you from morning till night. At that time, I didn't understand that I, who never liked online chatting, would be so obsessed with a person's words and voice.

You remember everything I did for you, but I will never do it for you again.

I'm not sad that you don't like me; But when you say you like it, I feel sad.

I'm sorry, I have done so much, but I still haven't touched you. And when she was indifferent to you, you remembered my goodness.

Once, you were all to me, and all my actions revolved around you. Now, that passion has long been as light as smoke, leaving only hazy memories and vague melancholy.

It's a pity that I didn't meet the best person at the most beautiful time. When I liked you, you never liked me; When I love you, you like me. However, this is not what I want.

Rather than looking for me as soon as you come back, you want to find my love for you.

What I hope is that you like me, not that I like your feelings.

Finally, I found the little note in Walden.

It says a mathematical equation:

sin2x+cos2x= 1

A formula I wrote down casually in those years, the constant is equal to 1. I thought I felt the same way about you.

Indeed, at the beginning of the story, I thought you were the one I was looking for. Only with its connection did I realize that I was wrong. You don't want me to marry and I don't want you to marry.

I used to think that the best love is that one day you like me and find that I always like you, but later I found that the best love is that you are evenly matched, can fight side by side, and can become a better person who depends on each other.

It's just that I've tried, and you've never seen it.

In this long wait, time has killed my enthusiasm for you. My feelings for you are no longer eternal, and I have worn away all my expectations for you in that kind of waiting without any sense of ceremony.

I will still think of you and the past, but I will not look forward to our future. Just because I didn't put you in my future plan.

I will still recall that time, and my mouth will still rise upwards, but everything about you has nothing to do with me, and my heart can no longer afford the slightest wave.

At the bottom of the formula, I began to write:

I still love you, but I don't like you so much anymore.