Long love is fragrant in the night rain.

Stories are easy to write, but years are hard to sing.

This moment is the least wasted.

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One,

People who stand quietly in stonebridge don't know how to look at a week like January for a long time.

One day in September, 20 12, I sat in a daze in my newly-packed dormitory. At that time, the sky was blue and autumn geese were walking in the clouds. At this time, my mobile phone received a flying letter, which is really modern as an instant messaging tool. The content of Fetion is about "Hello, classmate, I'm Cheng, the party contact. Please give your party-mass relationship to XXX. " At that time, although I thought this classmate's name could be called Xiao Shuxuan's unforgettable work, the magical title of the party's contact was probably more paradoxical than that of Unicom's mobile phone users receiving Fetion. So I asked changchang, who was sitting next to me, what the hell was the party contact? Changchang was absorbed in painting Weibo, just like every night for the next three years. Without even raising her eyelids, she blurted out that it was probably a party stick. Oh, so I silently matched the names with those faces that seemed warm but seemed to be separated by Qian Shan.

At that time, I probably contracted a fashionable lesion called high cold at an inappropriate time, and the complication was another more fashionable lesion called face blindness. I don't know who broke my social antenna when everyone was wandering around making new classmates. I can't remember the name I said only once, even if I do, it will definitely not match my face, and I won't recognize it next time I meet you. When everyone greeted me warmly in the elevator, I couldn't remember each other's names, just smiled bitterly. Most of the applications of friends in group chats are rejected with a shake of the hand. Now that I think about it, it's nothing more than some lingering stale and hard-to-get-rid ideas. The main consequence of this disease is that, for a long time, of course, I have never participated in any group activities such as the class meeting autumn outing, so even though I later learned through the election process that this classmate's title has changed from a very paradoxical party contact to a very normal party branch secretary, even though everyone is in the same classroom, even though I received several flying letters with group activities, I still failed to successfully separate this name from an imaginary seemingly enthusiastic name.

Not all encounters are like reunion after a long separation, but those that last forever are mostly like a rainbow, and you will never know until you meet them. Memory is already a stormy Monday in late autumn or early winter. I am wearing a rose sweater. Before the sleepy evening self-study of President Shen in the science and education 107 classroom began, my good comrade friend Wu, who often hung out at that time, introduced his classmates to me and said, Well, this is Cheng and this is. That day, Cheng Xiaoxiao wore a small smoky suit and looked very friendly. He first made an epiphany like me, then smiled gracefully and said, Oh, so you are Guo. I haven't seen you before. Have you never participated in class activities? Supposedly, my chills were still lingering. However, the sound was just a blow to the head, and I was inexplicably embarrassed, just like how inappropriate it was not to participate in group activities, and I felt slightly sorry for connecting such a good classmate with those enthusiastic faces who seemed to be separated by Qian Shan.

? It's not too late to come back today. The sky is full of rosy clouds and the bright moon is a candlestick.

Second,

A thousand lights boiling pillow peck the withered lotus, and the cold rain warms the deep lane all night.

The harbinger of many things is often ignorance, but the initial courage has accompanied us through Qian Shan. In retrospect, many casual moments at that time have now become auspicious feathers of the years. The first time I passed by Handan East Station, I gasped into ice in the winter night. Watching the lights of the city go out outside the window, I sent a message saying, look, I am passing by your city. Looking at the campus advertising wall, it's all black jokes, but I still vaguely feel that it seems very good to watch the willows by the lake together. There are also rainy nights in autumn in Fangshan and white Dingdal light projected by street lamps. Many years ago, I felt that some people's IQ had a strange aesthetic feeling. Just as you just said that there were seven prime numbers, he knew that there were six drawers. Just like listening to string songs, he knew elegance and meaning, which was unparalleled and irreplaceable. I was just too young and didn't have enough experience to realize that I belonged to such a person. If a person can't bring spiritual beauty, then the appearance is like a weed on the roadside. I will forget it when I see it and won't think about it at all. It was many years later that I realized that some people's emotional intelligence can also have this kind of aesthetic feeling, such as the unique fishing fire on a river boat when the wild trail is dark. And a person with high commercial capital is like a celestial body big enough in curvature of spacetime to me. Once in his sight, he can't help but want to get close and can't escape.

There are not many real turning points in life, but a period of time is enough to change your life. I remember that cold winter, and the lights outside the operating room were dim. I squatted by the wall and plugged my cell phone into the corner to charge. I finally understand why people say that the walls of hospitals can hear sincere prayers better than churches. You are in Yanjing and I am in Qin. People are thousands of miles away, but I hold my mobile phone, and there is a comforting voice on the screen, as if he is holding my hand by my side. He also said that if I wanted to, I could stay with me for one night. Although I said no, it was like seeing a brand-new galaxy at the end of darkness.

The next winter vacation was spent on WeChat chat almost every day. I never thought I could talk to such a person. When I am sleepy every day, I touch my mobile phone and start sending WeChat. Even eating and walking will not be disturbed. I often talk from just waking up to going to bed. The whole day is fleeting, just when Rainbow Zhi met rotten Keqi. At that time, the person at the other end of the phone was facing the night of Qinhe River. I rested by the city river and floated in the wind, talking about those who watched the moon in Dongxi and the sunny haze in Xijiang, and also about those who watched the spring in Beishan and the morning smoke in Heather. Say T-34 and H-6, also say green crop method and Fengtai camp; Some people say that heavy rain falls on swallows, and some people say that Chang 'an Road is covered with snow. He said he wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, and he also said that those juvenile tours were different in the end.

At that time, although I thought this kind of true soul mate was once and for all, I never doubted that we could be true immortal couples together, but the situation was complicated and the fog shrouded the fields. Every day there is an unspeakable worry. I'm afraid the last thing I say is farewell, and I'm afraid Qianshan will disappear into the fog from now on. When the contract is widened, the wind is blocked, and it will turn into rain after a long time. So at that time there was always a sense of urgency to finish what I had said in my life. For this reason, I made two all-night phone calls, each for seven hours. Even for me, the boss of the telephone porridge industry, it is unique. From the cold and frosty midnight to the white dawn in the east, the mobile phone is as hot as a red-hot furnace iron. Finally closed the line and stood at the window. There is a thousand years of Shan Lan floating in the distant sky. The morning star has not disappeared, but the night has passed after all. The meteor has fallen, and the clouds have drifted away, like a Zhu Tian who has been in a coma for a long time, like a Qionghua that shines on the world, and the light sinks and rings in an instant. It is said that we should finish the words of our lives, but after all, it is the heart that Sansheng Shishan can't finish.

Independent people are speechless, and suddenly looking back, the world of mortals is still not home.

Third,

Yesterday, in the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the pastoral of the Ming Dynasty was sung again.

I once wrote in my graduation speech that if you look at the lake with a thousand eyes, it will have a thousand different expressions, or spend all your time on the road and have an infinite spring outing; Or the mirror lake is like a blue, and Botha is like a cloud; Or frost dyed maple red, apricot leaves flowing gold; Or thousands of trees are sparse, and snow is flying in the red chamber. But in fact, if I have to choose, I still think that the first time we went to visit the lake together, the spring that was not light yellow or green at all was the most beautiful. On that day, two people stood side by side on the broad shore of the lake in front of the Flower Temple, which is said to be the observation point where the largest water area can be seen. At that time, the first place in the top ten graffiti of Huamiao voted by BBS, "Peking University, please bless me to be admitted to Fudan", was still discernible. It's not so sunny, and there is even some slight pollution. The water vapor on the lake is dense, and the color of the lake is dark, so it is unclear whether it is fog or haze. Liu Qing has not been peeled off, and the peach blossom has not yet opened. But I think the lake and the tower have never been so beautiful. I thought about it a year ago, and it's not bad to see the willows by the lake together. One year later, this wish will come true, and it feels like a fantasy, like a dream. Then I said, your school is really a good school. People around you can take the next sentence without any context, yes, people who love each other can meet.

In those years, we have seen the bustling Qiongdao spring shadow and the sunset on Jingshan; I have also been to Gong Jianhu Tonghe Justice Temple, which is very remote and has few pedestrians. Like everyone else, I have eaten all kinds of restaurants and watched all kinds of fashionable movies near Zhongguancun. When it rains slightly in Hangzhou, the sound of clouds and bamboo trails is still there; In Nanxun Lianpu Xiangfeng, people in the water town rest by the river. At that time, I felt that every tiny emotion was miraculously taken care of, and every complicated emotion was incredibly observed. Be understood, considerate, accepted, and even those places you can't tolerate are tolerated. The moonlight is fragrant, and the tacit understanding when it is silent is the most touching. And that prosperity has done its best without words, stirring up elegant and vast robes, like a cloud hanging down from the sea, grabbing stars instead of the sun. The Great Wall drinks horses, and rivers join hands with beams. We spent the last period of pure romanticism together, that is, seeking Tao instead of food, and worrying about Tao instead of poverty. Since then, the world has been delayed by years, but fortunately, snow and the sun can bear it together.

That night, Gong Jiu's living room was lit by candlelight. We agreed to be immortal couples for life. Yunzai Qian Shan Wanshui put on my ring for the first time after she sent it. Then we left Brother Tong and Raccoon in the living room to clean up the scene and went straight into the room to talk. After cleaning up, Brother Tong and Raccoon went straight to the door, explained the things perfectly, brushed away, and hid their merits and fame.

No matter how far away the pavilion is, the moon and the sea are boundless. Whenever we cut candles under the lamp and talk about those wind knives, frost swords or beautiful colors, it seems that everything is as young as ever. Evening rain filled the autumn pond again.

Indifferent and calm, the world remains the same. Count thousands of floating lines.

four

There is nothing to say at the end of the flower, and the green window is dusk in spring.

It was supposed to be a perfect day, and we agreed to get the certificate. As a result, we didn't get up until noon, and my eyebrow pencil mysteriously disappeared before going out. The male god said, can't you really go out without painting your eyebrows? I really can't go out without eyebrows on such an important day. The male god silently bought me an eyebrow pencil on Baidu takeaway, patiently waited for half an hour, waiting for the eyebrow pencil to arrive, waiting for me to draw my eyebrows, and finally went to No.58 South Xinhua Street together. I have been laughing like a fool since I finished the formalities. Until the photo studio called and said that the CR2 format of the wedding photo was broken, let's remake it. Life is indeed full of foreshadowing.

During that time, I probably had a slight anxiety, but fortunately, I finally got married in double digits. At that time, my male god looked at me with coquetry eyes every day, always with a smile that we would do whatever you said. When I want to play the piano at the wedding to prevent myself from tripping over my skirt, I haven't touched the piano for many years. I can't do anything when I look at the music score with five notes on black keys. Even my mother thinks I want to jump on the street. Only my male god believes that I can practice well in two weeks as always.

? That day was probably one of the happiest days of my life. My favorite person is standing on the opposite side, and my relatives and most of my good friends are around. The day before the wedding, everyone went to the sea like a hundred rivers. After the wedding, it was like a fire, and it was scattered all over the sky. This paragraph was originally intended to write another long article, but lazy cancer broke out and a flag was set up first.

? Looking back now, even at that time, it was still early, but we didn't realize that we were burdened with a life that would eventually become heavier and heavier. But even if one day, the milky way is splashed and the wind and flowers are exhausted, as long as I think that you are still by my side, I will still be full of spring and heart.

There are two red rooms facing the cold and hidden in the rain. Beads and foils float with the lights, and they will never go home alone again.