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It's already afternoon, Mr. Fireworks. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn

There has just been a heavy rain in this town. Old streets crisscross, still, washed clean and fresh. Today is the Spring Festival. This lonely new area is horribly quiet and there is no noise. I only thought of you yesterday, just like the rain, it just stopped.

Last night was a beautiful sunny day, and a piece of silk and melanin cloth was stuck around the sky, just right. The night scene here is not beautiful and noisy, which is very suitable for missing someone. It is nearly eight o'clock.

Wait, the car quietly began to make a sound, and the original shrill voice became very gentle here. Those prosperous symbols move forward in a lonely manner, like a stage play without an ending. Then the whole night sky wakes up secretly.

Now, I see countless lights running from the earth to its eyes, and none of them try to deviate from the doomed track of life. Then the light flying in the opposite direction opens a lonely flower in its arms and blooms.

Sound. It's just right, and it doesn't deviate from the tone that should be tonight. Everything goes according to the established facts. composition

When I closed the curtains, the sound came from outside, making me silently look at all the gestures outside through the glass window. It's raining, the flowers in the sky are dying at a fast speed, falling petals disappear in the home of the earth, and umbrella flowers bloom in this spring.

In an instant, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the umbrella flowers are getting brighter and denser, and any light refracted on the ground can reveal clear light. There was no lightning and thunder, only a large piece of silence sat, and nine silence became that.

Some fireworks. So many clear and clean crystal colors fell madly on the ground as if to replant an original memory. None of them hurt, but they hurt just the right city. It's everywhere again

Silence, the curtain of the Spring Festival Evening opened a smile in Beijing, and all those who might have said something to the rain had no time to pay attention to this natural funeral. The memory of this year should be updated, and the past should be passed. So it is important to remember.

Remember, forget what should be forgotten composition

It wasn't cold last night, really, the hand warmers weren't filled. You don't need a heater. You don't need hot soup to stay up all night. The thermometer tells me that this year is very warm, and this winter is different.

It is always warm and gentle, extending to spring with the tentacles of peace, and will soon touch the edge of a hundred flowers blooming, completely ending the old bottom line of this year. But my hands are cold. Dry lips. When I want to laugh, I just

I don't have the strength to lift my lips.

If the night wind hadn't blown you away from my memory, I would have put on gloves and made an appointment with all the happiness I should have this night. You see, my life trajectory has been broken by you, so should I bloom alone? Even if the rain floats around, it can only be ambushed by the night sky, and there is no chance to fall home hand in hand.

This Spring Festival Evening has exhausted all efforts to pave the way for the old commemoration. I almost forgot you, too, warming up in the noise, but I didn't miss the time when the dark blue vortex solidified everyone like a virus.

Wait a minute. Faye Wong's deep, confused eyes were like a terrible light, which made me realize. I didn't pay attention to the change of the background, only to see that she couldn't settle the dust. She left a careless face and thin bones, and everything melted in.

Song. So ethereal, so quiet, let all the memories that are about to fall asleep come back to life, like a curse, and refuse to miss the vague peace.

"Just because I saw you in the crowd, I will never forget your face. Dreaming of a chance reunion one day, I began to miss it alone-I would rather believe that we had an appointment in previous lives and the love story in this life will not change; I would rather spend my whole life waiting for you to find that I am always by your side. Never go far. "

With so many classics, she chose such a simple and terrible song. All the world of mortals flew away, and all the prosperity knelt before her, in her noble smile and in her singing.

In four minutes and twenty seconds, I went through the things for so many years over and over again. What's more, the short and concentrated years when I met you. I recall the past as much as possible. A song is so sloppy

Finally, everyone was silent, and there was no suspicion of dragging the bottle. I feel dizzy because I am too fast.

Finally, after listening to Little Tiger's words, the expressions of the three people obviously didn't change, but they didn't know how they captured their old flavor. Is the brow, is a glance, or momentum. -"This season, things are different."

I didn't watch the whole process. Just like Janet, if you can't control yourself, you'd better keep silent. Otherwise, a casual word will seep out according to the arrangement of fate, and all carefully sewn nets will be hazy and gentle. Some words are not buried, how to save them? Some keys are not sealed, how to escape the shackles?

I went into the innermost room, pulled the unfamiliar blindfold and closed the heavy wooden door. The whole room is as thick as black fog. Inadvertently found that everything was as quiet as death.

Sample. Like a wound robot, he tugged at the thick and heavy quilt and closed his eyes to sleep. I suddenly fell in love with this shade cloth. If I am at home, the lights and moonlight outside will come in and make my head uneasy.

Points, so you suddenly sit up and think, and then sit and sleep in a daze. Then I will be awakened by a severe cough and forced to swallow a big bowl of bitter and terrible Chinese medicine. -You don't have to worry here. I accept

I fell asleep quickly with joy, which didn't excite me.

The dream is white, and I am the only one. I also trudged with cold hands and feet, because I didn't wear cotton boots, and those black shoes that didn't fit my childhood made me feel terrible. Handsome and hard.

Great, every step I take, my feet get stuck in the thick snow, and then the snow melts into water by my bad temperature, and my white socks are soaked. My suspicious long hair was blown away by the fierce and stinging wind.

Suddenly, I almost froze into a puzzling state. My clothes fit me well, but they are not warm at all. I don't wear a turtleneck sweater, so the wind can naturally blow in and show my roots.

Collar. I don't know the destination, but I walked forward without hesitation. Suddenly, a fear attacked my nerves like a virus. The earth began to shake, and my firm position began to be uncertain. Fortunately, this winked.

My eyes disappeared. I balanced them with my arms and found that my hands were chapped and ugly because I didn't wear gloves. I put these scarred hands in my pocket to protect them and sat on the snow carefully.

Breathe the biting air here quietly. Is your face tight or not? I had to squint my eyes to relax my bad muscles and turn over from the front with my arms against the cold wind.

This posture is not strange to me at all. Countless idol dramas

There is always a large lawn in the park, and then couples sit back to back and watch the sunrise and sunset like me. There will also be lovely children flying swallows and kites and running in a beautiful posture. The sky is clear, showing off its brightness endlessly.

Beautiful and lovely. The sunshine in midsummer smells hot and warm, making the surrounding air warm and peaceful. I was alone in my dream. There is no one to accompany me through the journey. I shed tears sadly, the temperature of tears

The tension on my face eased a little, so I cried more recklessly. I put my finger on my cheek and struggled to get up and walk forward. At this time, a ray of sunshine suddenly rushed to me from a far place, with

My feet move forward. It keeps my feet warm and makes me very comfortable. I walked forward happily, and it followed me with surprise and joy, actively dancing its mood to me. Suddenly, this ray of sunshine

The light has gone back, leaving only its residual temperature to support me forward. It's calm around, the wind is sharp and mean, the snow seems to be a little lighter in an instant, and the shoes are a little dry at first. I use my fingers.

Tidy up your hair, pull it to your chest and do it slowly.

Just then, a large bright light came into my field of vision. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Mrs. Wu struggling to pick up the quilt. The curtains had been hung. The soft sunshine is all over my body, but my hands still get cold easily. I rub my hands against each other to get more obvious heat.

"I think you have caught a cold and been coughing," Mrs. Wu put the quilt on the bed, folded it slowly and said to me in her usual calm voice, "How can you lift the quilt to the ground? The cold wind must have been blowing all night. Get up, it's dawn. "

I took the coat my mother-in-law handed me and put it on, and went into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, I looked at myself seriously: my face was ruddy because I just woke up, my big eyes were full of parting light, and my long eyelashes were delicate and soft, egg-shaped.

There are faint tears on my face, which are refracted by light and crystal clear. The complexion of this face has turned a little pale, and only the inherent reaction after sleeping is supporting the situation. The white cotton socks on my feet are still warm and dry, just because the wind blew all night.

Just cold. Fortunately, the dream just now was just a dream.

Not bad, not bad. I don't know whether I am afraid of loneliness or glad that I haven't forgotten you after blowing the wind all night. You can make me think over and over again. In fact, even if we can't face each other day and night, we can still supply my thoughts. How nice.

Mother-in-law Wu went out to pay a New Year call. I took care of my waist-length hair and tied it into a thin ponytail without wearing a simple light pink hair accessory. Put on a black and white plaid coat. I didn't have enough appetite, so I heated a big bowl of soybean milk to fill the feeling of food and clothing in the morning. Then leave a note and walk. Downstairs, there is a flower shop.

The flower shop is too narrow, and the flowers are crowded. Only a young girl wears an apron and takes care of it with scissors. He looks ordinary, but full of temperament. Seeing me, she patted the flowers and leaves on the apron and cuffs and greeted me shyly: "Do you want to buy roses?"

I looked at her inexplicably and reacted to today's date.

"Yes, I want eleven roses."

The girl smiled shyly and insisted on giving me a 10% discount. She turned to pick out roses and showed me her brand-new bright clothes. Bright yellow thin cotton-padded jacket with white belt, slightly bright jeans and white boots. Her clothes are very cheap, but they are all carefully selected. She held the rose in her arms and showed her face. She looked at my skirt and looked less restrained.

"You are dressed beautifully," the girl said to me with a smile, "but why don't you wear brighter colors?"

"I just wanted to go out for a walk, so I didn't take it seriously."

"Flowers always bloom in the morning, and the natural dew on them is too beautiful to spray out." The girl looked at each rose and slowly cut off their roots with scissors. "This is a flower that has just arrived. Roses on Valentine's Day always fetch a high price, but you are different. The first guests will be rewarded, and I can't accept all your money. "

"Do you know any place around here where I can take a walk?"

"This is the new district, it is estimated that there is no place to take a walk. Behind the residential area is a villa, where there is a small and boring playground-I think that's just an excuse for the builders to deal with the residents.

Besides, it is raining. "The girl tore off a lavender wrapping paper." If you don't mind, you can sit with me. Now is not the time to get excited. I was really surprised to see you just now. "

At her request, I sat on the stool at the door and looked at the flowers around me. They compete to provide their latest fragrance, and this mixture lingers in the air and refuses to dissipate. After the girl packed the flowers, she carefully put them in an idle big porcelain vase.

"Remember to take it with you when you leave. I put it here. I just wiped it. This is beautiful, isn't it? Roses are always in season. Such a bright red color is elegant and romantic. "

"Don't enchanting? That kind of red is very conspicuous. " I tested her.

"Maybe, it's just an old, thick-colored rose. Like a pink old woman, she was destroyed inexplicably. But the young rose is full of energy. "The girl jumped up happily. "Although the color is a little lighter than crimson, it's too delicate to hurt. Much like love. "

I looked at her with casual eyes.

"Do you think I'm dressed beautifully today? I got up early to clean my new boots. "

"It looks very energetic."

"I just opened this flower shop. There are many residents in the new district, but there is no place to buy flowers. " The girl carefully smoothed out any fine wrinkles on the cotton-padded jacket. "There is not much money. Your clothes are simple, but obviously expensive. Let me take a closer look-you don't look like a small town person at all. It looks elegant and clothes don't need bright colors to dress up. What a beautiful skirt. "

She obviously liked my clothes, and then said happily, "My boyfriend helped me choose this bright yellow cotton-padded jacket. He likes this yellow color, so I knitted him a scarf of the same color and asked him to come and pick me up for the holiday. Crossing this bridge is the city center. I think we can go to the movies, pack some fast food and eat on the stone chairs in the park. " Then her mood was full of excitement. She asked me, "What about you?" Why did you buy roses? "

Mr. Fireworks. Fate always wants to play some practical jokes to remind me of you. I looked at the roses in the vase. The eleven flowers that should be exchanged are destined to get the final destination in my arms. Like you, nothing happened, but I still can't forget it.

"Because roses are beautiful," I quickly covered my awkward silence with a natural tone. "Your greeting reminds me that today is Valentine's Day. What a coincidence. The atmosphere today will be great, won't it? There will be many people crossing the bridge to visit the city center later, right? "

"I think so. It's romantic. If it doesn't rain tonight, I'd rather not have a reunion dinner and put on lanterns. I think my boyfriend will come. He will open a flower shop and we can enjoy one after twelve o'clock.

The next day. God, I can almost smell happiness, floating in the air! "The girl flushed with joy and soon forgot the silence just now." My boyfriend doesn't need to bring flowers, so you

Yes, because there is an ocean of flowers here, he can bring me a bunch of roses at will, and I will thank him very much and love him more. "

Suddenly she was silent, but the expression on her face flew higher.

It makes her look beautiful. She ran past me quickly and immediately heard her stop. I looked back and saw a boy, a thick black trench coat, very tall, with a square face and a dark face and a gentle forehead. He handed it to her.

A bunch of beautiful red roses, and then hug her tightly. The girl shyly let him hold her for a while, then slipped out like a happy loach and scolded him: "Why did you buy roses?" I thought there was one here! "

"No," the boy admired the way the girl smelled the flowers. "I gave it to you."

Girls don't care about such simple and inconspicuous words at all, but they are embarrassed. When the boy saw me, he said politely, "Are you a friend? Get up early. "

"She is very young," the girl turned, put the flowers in a delicate empty vase and began to talk to me. "I see you are sixteen, right?"

"Fifteen years old."

"I can guess the age."

"Well, I should go back," I said, and the girl hurried back to get the bunch of flowers. I took the bouquet and took a deep breath. "The flowers here are very fragrant. Have fun. "

"Thank you." The girl waved politely, but the blush on her face still lingered.

I took a big bunch of flowers up the stairs and opened the door. A man knelt on the cold tile and analyzed the eleven roses. Each petal is thin, as soft as a ballerina's waist. Keep your head down, and there will always be familiar but not strong memories around you.

Just like love.