Rose, like the girl
life sometimes is so short, and what are the pass, but hh, but can sometimes have a feeling that will last forever. First met her and pass her the moment, indeed a kind of feel her like a paper umbrella propped from Chiung Yao's novels to come out from the rain, like the girl rose, although not a rainy day, is not met in the Rainy, but that moment in my memory is always wet. Indeed, the moment a kind of immersive feel she does have the same color of roses, fragrant roses distributed, although only the moment, but covered with eternal life in the memory imprint.
there is so beautiful, such as poetic start, and I believe there must be a poem at the end so I try to take her written my story so she insisted on paper umbrella, exudes the fragrance of roses into my story to each evening evening I would sit beside the altar of roses on campus, such as paternity memory rainy season, she insisted on walking paper umbrella, so I feel that the real Rose in the same sense. no longer makes me feel so Piaomiao nothingness. But the fact that not a few days under the sun too long toxic rain, God did not he just gave me a real feeling, written my story, but I still waiting for paternity, paternity and other rain,Timberland 14 Inch, paper umbrella She, as well as the fragrance of that rose, rose the same girl.
fate let us pass. like letting her poetry into my story, I believe that fate will certainly also true It went into my story, there will be a poem at the end, though the memory of rain has not come, but in my story she gradually clear up, I remember secretly monitor her name, as I imagine, as fresh and elegant, edge we created a multiple pass of the plot, she always exudes the fragrance of roses from my side and had, with her many times to get to know all kinds of impulses, but are in the initial shyness in Dan Ma away, I just peeping in beside her beauty, feel the fragrance of her roses. every time she gave me the same feeling of poetry, verses speak of the numerous emission: Rubao long hair, bright eyes water, the body as one pleases Liu, a beautiful poem hh.
Finally one day her real gift to edge in front of me, let her in my story has been substantial development.
that is a party, me and her chance encounter, it was that night is the most chewed my memories and I do not know how depressed I was kind of feeling the heartbeat of the calendar harm to get to know her. that night she gave me life has been difficult remember to forget the first time in the life of a boy holding hands in the first dancing girl, is how difficult he has to forget her generous and elegant took my hand and walk in music, this moment came so suddenly, I could not believe, I stepped on her tight I do not know how many feet, she was always light and smile patiently taught me, I do not know if she felt my hands shaking and dancing experience harm sinking heart.
Legend of Cupid has two sky, a Golden Arrow, a copper arrow. was shot in the gold will be able to get it. and was shot in the copper that is unrequited, will have a painful ending. I I do not know in what is an arrow, shot just feel this deep well deep well, it hurts it hurts.
days later, I do not know the pain, or happiness in learn to get along with her days. she is in my story gradually enriched. write down every piece, every one. are so very difficult to have forgotten, I always pick her dedication to every smile, every a gazing, like every one on the beach picking up pieces of beautiful shells, treasure in the depths of my memory each time and she met with her a moment to talk to.
can make me very excited, food for thought, but still can not stabilize the heart of the historical victims of the kind of feeling, generous almost to calm her, she seemed like a lovely little butterflies, flying in front of me, but I still can not let it stay a while in my side, or network is to catch it in, I can not believe he could have always have this beautiful. so beautiful if I do not belong, but also can not forget that roses always the same feeling. not so her sleeping in my story go on, I want to write down the original will be very beautiful and very beautiful, must also have a beautiful ending. I believe she read my story, read my heart, she would really come in. into to my story, will write down every word will be very beautiful.
God gave me so I look forward to a margin, so she read my story, read my heart, I try to do the chasing girls all the way, I have conceived a romantic scene with a beautiful together, but I still can not get rid of their own too many worries, I was afraid I was ruthlessly put an end to the story, that's too cruel, too unacceptable, perhaps hold a little bit of hope in the vision, the continuation of the story but also a little bit, so I delude themselves, indifferent to her face, should she so faded in my story do?
I finally have a unforgettable experience can not go on like this. It is time to pitch the ball. game over, I do not know why the sudden disturbance, avalanche of people look at me turn red in the ground. numerous stepped foot from me, I have been unable to back up again , desire to survive will be off, in that moment I realized I would never see her again, an over all the power can not help me climb up into the sky I know this to my real life, she I hope indispensable.
After this time, so I was determined, we must summon the courage to frankly told her,Timberland Roll Top, you are my heroine of the story may lack. I feel like I will be no avoid pushing the story climax.
I beg God gave me a margin of hope, but I know edge is the opportunity which can not.
but I want to go and grasp the edge, I always try to her place to wait for her to go to other edge, but God seems to like but had to make fun of me,Timberland Roll Top, I do not know why I always wait until the edge. every time always pass rush. just let me feel again and again the remainder of her roses had Xiangpiao However, I still can not comfortably cover the kind of feeling the heartbeat of the calendar harm. edge again and again and I always pass by every time we would smile and nodded will make a move almost , several times more than a day, will smile. I can not bring psychological pressure to bear. the possibility of failure even more I can not accept, but I was finally getting down to the deep depression, eventually it difficult to set aside, perhaps the same kind of feeling just a clove feeling of nothingness , but I still can not convince myself to forget this feeling, I found this feeling that I feel has never had, from deep inside. finally a chance opportunities is not, in this opportunity, I look at the climax of the story brought to inevitably go down and that was dinner at a classmates birthday, she and I went, this is not how much alcohol I drink, I do not know after a few glasses , drunk hazy. head first heat, the hearts of sudden, a head, but more to the strong, kind of her to say all the words and a strong desire in the way back to school, I walked behind her and I want to again and again the courage to mention, but I still also contradictory for the ideological struggle in pain and finally getting the chance to quickly gone. soon broke up. This little bit of hope soon to be nipped in the last hesitation in this, but At that moment, I feel in my soul there is a strong voice in the call report. do not hesitate to go and you still not a man! I finally broke their own, courage surge, so I walked quickly forward, separated from the crowd , when she was only in my eyes, only I want to say. walk in front of her, told her solemnly and steadily, but the voice trembled a little, I said to her: ; she was very surprised, what did not react under a little panic, this sudden abnormal behavior, she also seems to feel anything, and then very calmly told me came to the side, said: !. hh. I said, how is it?. heard, in this look, my mind blank, can not remember anything in short yard mind confused mess now think of it should probably have a lot to say about, but Then I remember nothing. previously just had the courage to tell her how, no thought, how she would say, how should I answer. just felt a sad sense organs of the thorough dirty wells . is lost. feel Yanhong Hong and I could no longer continue to face, and I bowed my head burst into squatting down. I do not want to let her see my face. it's all coming I really find it difficult to accept. I trying to avoid her body next to me kept saying: but I am really unable to stand up again to face her and finally she said something she said to me: So I stood up, turned to the left did not say a word, perhaps it is this last sentence gave me hope, but it stuck me endless pain, perhaps my story is not this sentence can not be extended down that night how I could not sleep, I do not know she would bring me tomorrow what kind of answer I do not know my story in her answer tomorrow or the next is put an end to a separate line.
but The next day I was in a beautiful and painful story looking into the swamp can not be allocated from the next day she was as if nothing had happened, I can not do that to that day told her that sentence when my mind is absolutely clear sleep.
is absolutely serious, perhaps in a wrong place, then said something very offensive, but I think that as long as the words are sincere, what occasion places that have become less important. now I nor for the circumstances in which the time to feel sorry too say I do not know I have to say it was not, I do not know what the outcome will be back I do not know since there is the courage to speak out, perhaps a lot of people silly silly feel this way. such things should be said,cheap uggs, drawing near, but I think everyone has his own way and if caught in film and television in both the textbook-like frame in which I would like to they would become boring.
in which each person has his own unique environment to be revel in their individuality from the flow. why but also to insist that the deliberate pursuit of the so-called romantic.
she always did not give me a reply, I'm just looking forward to a better vision day by day, she rose, as I walked into my story to. it rose again in the same sense of time and time again brought me into that Rainy and her pass by and I look she gave me the answer, but I really can not take the initiative to let her give me an answer I really afraid of going to accept that it is really difficult for me to accept the cruel results. I really The share can not believe he can have beautiful only way I can keep a little hope linger my story, which I have been unable to get rid of sorrow.
I traveled to the city's flower market selling a pot of the best Rose, it is no pot of flowering roses only leaves I do not know when Rose opened, I have not asked flower, I just carefully nurtured quietly looking forward to it blooming, flowers are the same as I look forward to looking forward to I answer her, but I afraid it will not wait for flowers will wither.
thousands of times and I like haiku irresolute in her garden of love, can not find that the total bundle of love roses I do not know that there is no open or hidden deep.
she was like I was drifting across the sky, a cloud inadvertently, so ethereal and elegant. how can I not caught her hint belt, I but one day she can look forward to the next Hua-yu and love filled my cup.
only in the evening every day of my hours, waiting for the dormitory window. looked at her through the rose bushes holding a lunch box to Dafan , as if that moment she is not holding a lunch box but a walk in the Rainy paper umbrella. as fresh and excellent course.
so those days of light sweet and painful death of. have to leave time for me to She said a winter not see how long I entrusted to the basin of the gatekeepers of the old man rose to his careful care, I want to see it bloom next year to the day.
home day, I do not know Why it is always filled with fragrant roses in my feeling, so that the total hard-ming not help but miss the heart attack on the heart thorough the heart, and I never watch TV to see weather, often when I began to see a read to that she always a small town where I slammed heart, a hearing that wind and rain also makes me worry about her well-being is.
cold was getting to be a snow day, but I thought her heart is always the warm and sometimes go to bed think of her, always brought me into the Rainy Rose to feel that same feeling, in a dream I will have with her in that Rainy pass. Finally one day I no longer feel the pain in the utopian fantasy, I want to give her a call, so I truly feel her, I was not home telephone, and I only ran the post office to play card, remember to get snow day good good great excitement in the phone booth where I struck my heart that beat for each figure, afraid of the wrong call, even though my back was very familiar. very lucky just to listen to her, and made me excited is that she actually still hear my voice, she also seemed a bit surprised, but the voice was very calm, but I was excited about the historical victims of heart beat so I have to say that some stuttering, hard to calm down and we paid a courtesy greeting each other moment, then also talked about the broken lock on the school thing, she's very friendly calm and easy-going tone. talk about a little while, she said on the long-distance calls are expensive here, I look anxious, and I really Gum listen good like her voice, I said there are a lot of fear card, you can talk about for a while, then we talked for a while and she said it, like they have that and I played under the big snow. then talked about playing in the snow on some of interesting. talked very happy.
phone also played a good while, and finally she said something we should hang on to here, and I excited I want to say that I have words She said then I can not remember what to say, they say these days to feel the deepest words I say I really miss her and she was silent for a while child, said: I will not have results. I was sincere,cheap timberland sale, we will have results. give me a chance, but she did not give me that opportunity. insist on repeating, I finally lost its dignity, as if by a tone almost pleading tone. but in the end she or mercy did not give me that opportunity. Finally, I despair. simply said: When we arrived at the door when I really want a glass crashed it. a beautiful dream about that moment as if broken. I just feel very lost feeling kind of mind afflicted a very tough battle.
a good day great big snow, cold is good cold, I lost in the street, marginal shop filled the snow-free to me. At that moment I really want the snow to bury me, I left that I lunged to the overwhelming snow, Ling north wind stinging my calendar, but the moment I heart cold than snow. the feeling of my heart more than the north wind stinging my heart and my world has become even more than the cold snow days.
Finally, I still retained the last reason stumbled back home.
When I got home I turned into a snow man. were icy cold, cold cold heart even more. on a cold night my fever, and that one night about her nonsense.
good when I was sick some time, is what happened a few days later, but my heart hurt that road trauma is very difficult to have a deep deep healing and I will not be able to keep up with her face in the future most days I can not let The story so ruthless draw a sad conclusion, so I almost irrational impulse to casually took some money left a bar to set foot tall town south towards the train, I think I can hear her say face to face time. If you still do, I think my heart will completely dead.
New Year many people south, as empty as my car is a heart empty of feeling. I do not know how long to go. what train themselves in an unfamiliar street only felt at a loss, but seem to recall her address, I even have the courage to fight and then that phone, at the crossroads faced with a big crowd really do not know where she was, once again asking passers-by can also I do not know if remember correctly, every time the results are disappointing. Chuang blind so blind to ask until dusk. I do not know where they were in her where. evening the streets were numerous floating snow, a loss-stricken hearts, Finally had to find a cold dinner and night to share. just looking for a hostel a Shuidaotianliang, began milling around aimlessly. just want to have the street may be destined to meet her, I do not know God can Weimang the edge of the charity to me,timberland boots cheap, I sincerely pray, but maybe I missed it with the doomed! God has not been able to give me the edge, until then I had no money to live in boarding houses, leaving the train fare to go back, I was finally completely in despair embarked on a return trip. home I contracted cold down, well almost, when will school I thought I would also like to face her, I felt a silent sadness to depression in the heart can not be relieved. Here I might write this sad story is destined to end, and then write a sentence for each one is hurt my heart sad, but I wish no one did, that is to one day see her in a truly rainy day Chengzhaoyusan came from my side, I feel the genuineness of that rose-like fragrance. I think this is my final outcome of the story, so I keep a dream a little bit better writing my story.
When I came to the school report, the basin of rose can not survive the winter and froze to death. It may be a symbol of my hopes, I think I want to forget her, I told her I swear not to say then, try to avoid her. maybe this way I just want to let her mind to disappear little by little. so that my heart is no longer so painful. no longer lingering in the fragrance of her roses in the same can not be allocated since, but the fact that failure to do so I can not think about her, I could not let me forget her, like the fragrance of roses, but I was never able to have. just feel very lost and suffering. University of boring days off relatively lightly in the endless empty days, I finally began to fall in this situation. drinking hard liquor drink worse, perhaps only drunk in order to experience pain, numbness harm my sinking heart. suck the smoke choked me to death, I may only smoke in order to make myself get nothing. I have always been those from the previous few. and finally the alcohol often smoke every day to make me a skinny down, very haggard. have abandoned a lot of studies. finally to be a few subjects to make-up, was also criticized, I think this will go on like this ruin my life, I began to be awakened. crazy to learn to numb themselves. finally at a ball, I summon the courage to please the her to dance and I say that we can be friends do? She nodded, but was always with us a little bit embarrassed. seemed a bit embarrassed and I just put all my heart Xuanxie on paper. just remember there are One night dreaming. dream that we can together, really happy in a dream, but wake up is futile.
leaving only endless recall the next day class, I told the students to sit beside her to give up position, I sat beside her looked at her lying on the table. In the past I have not the courage to how to do it. did not say a word on this morning she looked, she did not say a word. everything is not made in in.
roses campus opened, and fell. down another opened. Time passed away with all the light, though inevitable in life she also has the memory alive.
that the fragrance of roses When the memory is still strong when the light when the time is far past, but has not a strong as before. leaving only a faint wisp of fragrance occasionally diffuse in the wind.
between tilting moment will go to waste, leaving a . but sometimes walking in the rain kind of sense of loss.
in later days, I do not intentionally or unintentionally, will always help her some, she may not know some I helped her and I do not know that this is Why, just the subconscious hope to be more happy happy, sometimes like a man, but not together. you just want her happy also satisfied. Perhaps it is just kind of helpless sorrow of love, perhaps I was into this This is the kind of sorrow. to chew a little bit lost these days. With the blossom Yunshu cloud development.
Finally, I wrote the story only when they graduate to an end and now no longer appreciate the time that less than kind of feeling. Before he left college students always have to stay in the next few words on this in the future may be far apart from one another what life can look back, perhaps this is destined edge off my life with her in her last message I wrote the beginning of this article that period, I think our story is only a good start to write that beautiful and I think I do not know whether she was destined to read my story.
read that part of the sky snow day, I read the moment that feeling.
at that time I have left a message in her dorm room the hope she can give to leave a word in only, so remember when she was looking through, open period sense of smell, like a ray of roses day, but I do not know she was busy looking for work, or did not pay attention.
the last quarters of the message of the table in her dusty one week nothing left.
I have only the regret to secretly get it back, I think she even wrote a perfunctory words are also a number of meaningless, perhaps after a while I remember it was only falling in her corner gathering dust.
knew the days of separation had arrived. 收拾好行李 also packed lost heart to go home, maybe time will fade everything. even if the memory was unforgettable time will be weathered. When I left school and fellow classmates carrying luggage on the bus, step onto the door the moment there is a sudden feeling good its like. feel that this generation has perhaps never see him again. can no longer feel the same feeling that rose. kind of sad hearts can not be relieved. So I student said something I did not get to be at the station I told them I knew she was not I go first, but also the moment to go, so I Tizhuohangli her out of school must pass through to find a corner to sit down I do not want her to see me so I waited quietly for a moment, I do not believe God would give the edge will last. Let me once again last time I felt that Rose the same feeling. really live my day, a little while she and several companions from a distance came leisurely, and this time God and I actually joked. Just then a burst of melodious and off rain .
I do not know is not God have pity on me in this last delete delete from. in the rain I can feel the genuineness of the feeling that, like roses. just let me confirm that the initial rub shoulders with her and feeling. on so she Chengzhaoyusan full path of the trail from falling to the leisurely, walked behind the leaves like rain. that Rose broke the same feeling to write in the wind on the Man in the wind. go away. as if that moment she is not step down the road but a step away on my story and finally the back and gradually disappeared in the story she was away in the back, I think I can forget to use a generation. think my life will not to see her again. deliberately do not want to go see her.
she so out of my story, but I hope she went into another boy's story there would be a happy ending. Although some sad ending of this story.