Someone taught him what liking is, someone taught him that liking requires courage, and someone taught him that courage alone cannot be called liking.
The boy didn't understand why the relationship between the two of them ended so abruptly. It seemed that no one cared about the friendship they had.
The boy is full of affection and feels that he can give the whole world, he will correct all his shortcomings, and he will work hard to become a qualified partner. The girl quietly listens to the boy's fantasies, and her goodbye tone is calm when parting. When it enters the boy's heart, it seems to have gently patted his head. In the boy's memory, only the girl's back is left.
Boys don't know how to describe the feeling of confusion after their sincerity fails for a moment, then anger, and then regret for the anger. It took a long time for the boy to understand the words hidden in the girl's wave behind her back. The boy was still naive and immature, but the girl had already determined her goal. The girl had her own understanding of love and the future. The girl did not face the boy's blazing gaze, but firmly gave her answer.
A long time later, the smile of the boy in the crowd after class suddenly froze. He had imagined many fantasies about girls, but he had never thought of this scene - the girl leaned quietly on the table, the midday sun and the open umbrella cast a shadow, the pen in the girl's hand was shaky, the cramped small table, and the silent writing one by one, were the girl's pursuit of the future, and the boy's perseverance that he had never considered.
Someone pushed the boy, and the boy turned around and continued to smile. The boy felt very sad, but he smiled.
Live a good life, we will never meet again
Reader comments
"Yesterday Was Summer" is a short narrative that uses delicate brushwork to carve out the hidden sorrows of youth, like a long plum rain, moist and heavy. The novel takes Xu Qing's three emotional bonds as the axis - the unfinished agreement with Xu Yi when he was a boy, the silent gaze on Yan Wan in high school, and the gentle and misplaced approach to Ye Wancheng after college - and unfolds the individual's struggle between love and inferiority layer by layer. The author makes good use of imagery and synaesthesia: chirping cicadas, daisies, blue jacarandas, sunrise on the western mountains... Every scene becomes a metaphor for the mood, making regret concrete as tangible moisture.
The words flow with the introspection and sensitivity unique to INFP. Sometimes they are as light as prose poems, and sometimes they fall into the stagnant whirlpool of memories. The story does not pursue a sudden turn in the plot, but uses immersive psychological description to capture those moments of "one step away from perfection" - it is these steps that have not yet landed that constitute the most authentic vibrato of ordinary people's youth. In Xu Qing, we see our own cowardice, persistence, and those unspoken confessions.
"Yesterday Was Summer" is a text message written to all those who "have long lost it but never had it". It does not provide redemption, but uses sincere sadness to allow people to reconcile with themselves in the silent resonance.
This is a very nice youth campus themed novel. On campus, love stories inevitably happen. In such stories, someone teaches us what it means to like and how to fall in love.
Just like the title of the last picture, this is just a story about an ordinary person. Although many of the words seem awkward, it does not hinder the expression of emotions when writing the story. I liked it three times, and ended up leaving three times. I regret it, but not regret it. The story is very short, but it suddenly reveals more than just youth.
The author has opened another book and retells the story. Obviously the new one is much more detailed [I almost cried]
"Yesterday Was Summer" is a short narrative that uses delicate brushwork to carve out the hidden sorrows of youth, like a long plum rain, moist and heavy. The novel takes Xu Qing's three emotional bonds as the axis - the unfinished agreement with Xu Yi when he was a boy, the silent gaze on Yan Wan in high school, and the gentle and misplaced approach to Ye Wancheng after college - and unfolds the individual's struggle between love and inferiority layer by layer. The author makes good use of imagery and synaesthesia: chirping cicadas, daisies, blue jacarandas, sunrise on the western mountains... Every scene becomes a metaphor for the mood, making regret concrete as tangible moisture. The words flow with the introspection and sensitivity unique to INFP. Sometimes they are as light as prose poems, and sometimes they fall into the stagnant whirlpool of memories. The story does not pursue a sudden turn in the plot, but uses immersive psychological description to capture those moments of "one step away from perfection" - it is these steps that have not yet landed that constitute the most authentic vibrato of ordinary people's youth. In Xu Qing, we see our own cowardice, persistence, and those unspoken confessions. "Yesterday Was Summer" is a text message written to all those who "have long lost it but never had it". It does not provide redemption, but uses sincere sadness to allow people to reconcile with themselves in the silent resonance.
This is a very nice youth campus themed novel. On campus, love stories inevitably happen. In such stories, someone teaches us what it means to like and how to fall in love.
Just like the title of the last picture, this is just a story about an ordinary person. Although many of the words seem awkward, it does not hinder the expression of emotions when writing the story. I liked it three times, and ended up leaving three times. I regret it, but not regret it. The story is very short, but it suddenly reveals more than just youth. The author has opened another book and retells the story. Obviously the new one is much more detailed [I almost cried]