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图解上完，最后给大家来一个爱尔兰小花片的教程，赶紧钩起来！ ▼ At noon today, in the university dining hall.Sitting opposite me is a boy, his eyes were small, gentle, and handsome.Well, it is my shadow.He ordered a album noodles, watch mobile phone while eating, a lot.Neighbor has several foreign girls in the talk in English, must be college students.I'm thinking, time really changed.The dining hall dishes become full of beautiful things in eyes, the taste of the atmosphere of the dining hall seems to have become international. Life is like a dream, how time flies.At the moment, I live in the light of the university of fragments, seems to replay in my mind. I remember the summer of 1980 on the first day of college, 110 people were packed into a very large bungalows, amid a cluster of people, is very scary.Afterwards just know, this bungalow is the dining hall, as students' dormitory.A few days, the thief came to visit.As a result, only my suitcase had disappeared.Point of view, I am very unlucky, perhaps because of my bed near the door.110, a perfectly match with theft alarm message number number, unexpectedly cannot live rogue mouse line. It was a pleasure to university life.Take rice basin a meal in the dining hall queuing, window throw old book from the library in naha, carry a stool at the weekend to go to the open-air movies, all full of fun.The dining hall that MAO five points of popular food, eat with relish.Night reading in the library, but also add a romantic.I often met pretty girl classmate sitting across the table for the same.A look, a smile, a goodbye, all into the power of reading.Film lushan love \'I love you, and do you love me?\'This sentence classic lines left a deep impression on me. Graduated in a blink of an eye, I stay in school work.The blood of youth is boiling hot.1986 winter vacation.One afternoon, I eat in the dining hall, a beauty sit, gently soft language: \'the classmates, how to get to yuexiu mountain?\'\'Are you ask me?\'I said confused. \'Well.\'She nodded. (prose net: www.meiwenting.com) \'Is very simple, I'll take you there.\' \'Really?\' \'Really.\'I said in a firm tone. It turns out that she is a junior at wuhan university, winter vacation with classmates came to guangzhou.She, the size of 1.68, graceful, white and ruddy, face, eyes a bit.C. ideographic, see the love, a good love is so germination.I give up the plan for a home for the holiday, to accompany her view mountain water.The grand view garden, shenzhen shekou sea world have left our footprints.Good happy time is short, the holiday is going to end, she had for her return.That day, the rain has been the sky, I use the bicycle carrying her, from school to the railway station, tireless running all the way, let the rain wet our clothes.Although is winter, but we have no cold, completely immersed in the warm love.On the platform, I already prepared roses from the pocket, deep feeling ground looked at her, said: \'I love you!\'The moment she had no words, just took the rose, but see the tears of two stars glittering and translucent.Collecting tickets began, we said goodbye.The train slowly start, all of a sudden, she opened the window, the body out of the window waved to me.My feet gave birth to the wind, gone with the wind in the past.I embrace her, she is wayward kissed me.Face on the face, tears of communion with rainwater flows into my heart.Then, a fierce han drag me away, bad to ruthlessly say: \'you this boy, fuck you!\'I looked at her receding figure, dazed, callous, and heart ached, his.Because I don't know, take my love where on earth the train. Is to break the old bungalow in the student canteen and staff dining hall, already did not have to be seen.Capacious and bright dao yuen court, qinyuan, elegant garden instead.Inexorably, now the university campus is more beautiful. Harvest moon spring breeze, the years of growth rings in silently draw the outline of its original design, a lap after lap, towards the infinite.Like yifan boat, the flowing river, quietly into the distance.In memory rings with years too much imprint, and the imprint is full of helpless, too much tears and joy.It is every time meet, every encounter, fragrance of our time. The notes Years aloes, this period of beautiful sadness, often taps with my soul.Cherish yesterday, I think, may we know the songs today, flavour, blossom years rings will be more beautiful. |
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