Ivy's Thoughts - Middle School Era

Get up early in the morning and the sunlight is spreading outside. I habitually turned on my phone to read your text, and suddenly I saw this sentence: I received a light letter, with a cut out of the clear sky inside. I remember how you and I were when we were young, and what I also remember is the scene when you were writing letters by the window. I still remember that you always liked to choose an afternoon with warm sunshine, sit in front of the window, spread out the light blue letter paper, and outline it one stroke at a time. You like to write letters, I like to read them. You like the feeling of laying out your mood when writing a letter to someone. In the hazy blue, numerous thoughts are jumping, capturing the aura of life, and feeling the feeling of being connected and attached like a kite and a string. You always write calmly, because you know in your heart that the person who reads the letter is the person who understands you. Just like a pebble thrown into the lake, no matter how light it is, it will cause ripples. The beautiful lines gradually spread out and swayed under the golden color, depositing the joys and sorrows of life. A sudden sentence reminded me of the old days. Youth is gone, but friendship will last forever! You are writing your letter in one corner of the city, and I am reading your letter at the other end of the city! Until the spring comes and the flowers bloom, until we are too old to go anywhere, as long as you write, I will keep reading... Until the spring comes and the flowers bloom, there is you and me.

I was bored at home for two months and almost went crazy. I went to buy some fruit today and saw a pile of advertising fans on the boss's desk, so I grabbed a handful. It was only when I got home that I discovered the Men's Specialty Department of Yanhe Hospital. . . . . Damn it, I actually rocked all the way back.

The clear sound and quiet rhyme quietly convey the love Yan Dan with green temples and a hazy heart Everything can be heard and looked at Snow, moon, wind and flowers pray for a lifetime

The memory of youth, in middle school, is a piece of green grass, a string of pleasant bells, a gentle breeze, and a light mood. They rest peacefully and lastingly in the four seasons, just like the long-lasting thoughts of ivy, which are unforgettable.

The beauty's refreshing and smooth writing style took me back to my green middle school days, when I walked around the campus holding her soft and boneless hands under the sycamore tree in that summer. It was warm, romantic, youthful and innocent. A good book, endless aftertaste! ! !

Seriously? I contributed 133 points? ?

It's really 666 I didn't expect your grades to be so good. Thinking that I had given you some advice, my face turned red, hahaha~

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Two years old, with picturesque eyebrows, long hair reaching waist, and youthfulness. May Xiaoxue remain as youthful as ever, with a childlike innocence, a smile as bright as a flower, and full of vitality in every year to come. Healthy every day.

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Graffiti at Yunling Middle School

The letter paper was spread out on the table and the pen was put aside. She thought for a long time, not knowing how to write the word "Ajie". The wind outside the window blew up a corner of the letter paper. She pressed it with her hand and saw that there was only one line written on it: "Hello, I am Ling Shuchu." It was not "Xinyu". She thought that one day, she would finish writing this letter and deliver it to him personally. Tell him that the person who wrote to him is none other than her. Tell him that those sentences "In the Rain" were all written by her one stroke at a time. The beautiful scene in her heart was not that he had received the letter, but the moment when she finally had the courage to tell the truth. The sky outside the window was very blue. She picked up the pen and put it down again. Tomorrow. I will definitely finish writing it tomorrow.

It was light yellow and contained letters that she had revised again and again. She stuck it in her textbook. Every day when she turned the book, she would touch the corner of it. It was hard and cool, as if she was holding a small piece of courage. She didn't know his name yet, but she only knew that he was sitting in the back row of Class 11, senior high school, with a small face and crooked eyes when he smiled. She wanted to ask his name, what school he was admitted to, and what she wanted to tell him - there was a girl who was a sophomore in high school. When she saw his back in the corridor during evening study, she felt that spring was coming. The letter has not been sent yet. She was in no hurry. Because the most beautiful part of the scenery is never the ending, but the flickering light in your heart while waiting.

She still remembers Wen Qingxuan's back as he turned and left. Before self-study that night, he stood at the door of the classroom and took out a squarely folded reply letter from his pocket. He said: "Come on. I will take the college entrance examination in two weeks. I will contact you again when I have the opportunity." She took the letter, her palms feeling hot. He turned and walked towards the stairs. The lights in the corridor stretched the shadow of his school uniform very long. She stood there, watching the figure disappear around the corner, and suddenly felt that this was the most memorable scene in her youth. It's not an encounter, it's not a confession, it's the flash of seriousness in his eyes when he said, "I'll have a chance in the future." She later read the letter many times. There is no love or miss in the letter, only "make friends through writing" and "wish you a bright future". But every time she reads it, it feels like spring is back. When the figure from behind said "get in touch", she did not catch up. Because she believes that real beauty can withstand the wait. Real people are worth waiting for.

She smiled and looked out the window, and she remembered the way he stood at the door of the radio station. That day when she went to deliver the letter, he smiled when he took the envelope and said, "The kid from Class 5, Grade 2, is quite awesome." She never saw him again. But every time she passed the radio station, she would slow down. The warm yellow light coming from the window and the blurred silhouette in front of the microphone reminded her of that afternoon sunshine - he was standing in the backlight, holding a light blue letter in his hand, with a smile in his eyes. He is a senior in high school and is about to graduate. She never thought about asking for contact information, nor did she think about seeing each other again. I just left a place for that picture in my heart. Occasionally pass by, occasionally think of, and occasionally laugh. That's enough.

At noon that day, she just came out of the cafeteria and was looking down at the road when a small thing suddenly fell at her feet. She looked down and saw that it was a paper airplane, crooked and crooked, with a line of writing on the wing. She bent down and picked it up, and it read: "Hello, classmate Geng Xinyu - I am Zheng Yifan's physics test paper." She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and saw Zheng Yifan standing on the steps not far away, looking towards her. Seeing her raise her head, he waved to her, smiling proudly. She held the paper airplane and wanted to throw it away. But she didn't. She just waved her hand vigorously and threw it over - her accuracy was bad, and the paper plane spun in mid-air and landed at the foot of the steps three meters away. "It's not accurate." He put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her. "Throw it yourself." She threw it away and left without looking back. His laughter came from behind. She didn't look back, but the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously. She didn't know whether the paper airplane was blown away by the wind or picked up by him. But every time she walked on the road in front of the cafeteria, she would unconsciously look down at the ground. However, there is no longer that crooked paper airplane on the ground.

School ended late that day and there was no seat in the car. She stood in the aisle holding the rings. The car bumped, and someone next to her gently held her arm, and then quickly let go. She turned her head and saw Ke Mengnan standing diagonally behind her, holding a canvas schoolbag in her hand and looking out the window. Seeing her looking over, he nodded slightly. "What a coincidence." He said. "Yes." He Shiling also nodded, not knowing what to say, and looked away again. The bus drove slowly in the dusk, and the street lights lit up one after another. She looked out the window, but she could feel him standing next to her from the corner of her eye. There was a fist's distance between the two people. The car passed a big bend, she lost her balance and fell towards him. He stretched out his hand to block it, without touching her, but just gave her a fulcrum to hold on to. "Thank you." She said. "Yeah." Then there was silence again. The wind came in from the window and blew her bangs into chaos. She raised her hand and plucked it, and suddenly heard a very light laugh from beside her. She turned to look at him. He had already turned away and looked out the window, with a smile on his lips before he could hide it.

She looked at the pot of pothos on the window sill of the office. Yan Xu gave it to her. The day before he left, he put it on the corner of her desk and said, "Pour some water on it and it will survive." Later, she returned to Normal University and took the pot of green radish back with her. Every morning when I water it, I will think of that summer in Yunling Middle School - the wind in the corridor, the chalk dust on the podium, the way he stood by the back door and watched her smile. A year later, she placed another pot of pothos on the windowsill of her new office. The boy next to her looked over and said, "Teacher Su, this flower looks familiar to you." She smiled: "Well, someone gave me a pot." They made an appointment to return to Yunling to be teachers together in two years. The green radish on the windowsill is the beauty in her heart and the promise she made.

In early June, Yan Xu was packing his luggage for home when his cell phone rang. It was Lin Xiaoyao: "Cousin, when will you come back? My mother asked you to come to my house for dinner." Yan Xu was stunned for a moment: "Go back? I haven't had a holiday yet." " I know you're not on vacation, but aren't you doing your internship at Yunling Middle School? It's not over yet. My mother asked you to come for dinner." Yan Xu listened to the matter-of-fact tone of his cousin on the other end of the phone and smiled: "How do you know? " "That's what you said last time." Yan Xu held the phone to his ear and continued folding his shirt: "Okay, I'll go there tomorrow." Lin Xiaoyao came over to read the book. Voice: "Then it's settled - by the way, cousin, how is your internship school? Are the students easy to take care of?" The movements of Yan Xu's hands paused, and the faces of the children in Class 5 suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled: "That's natural, it doesn't matter who your brother is." "Then will you stay there after graduation?" Yan Xu looked out the window, the dusk was just right: "Yes." The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds, and then Later Lin Xiaoyao said: "Okay, then you know..." Yan Xu interrupted Lin Xiaoyao: "The college entrance examination is in three days, won't you concentrate on your review?" Lin Xiaoyao: ... My brother has always had the ability to tear down bridges and knock people down!

Zhu Yan is cutting watermelon in the kitchen. Xia Yang leaned halfway into the living room: "Yanyan, are you going to watch a movie in the afternoon?" She didn't look back: "Didn't you say last week that you wanted to work out during the summer vacation?" "Then we'll cut back tomorrow." She smiled and stuffed a piece of watermelon into his mouth: "Then you go buy a ticket, buy it later, it's too hot in the afternoon." Xia Yang chewed the watermelon and responded vaguely, then turned to get the phone. Take two steps and then look back: "Buy the last row?" Zhu Yan rolled her eyes at him: "Buy the middle row, the air conditioner in the back row is too cold." Xia Yang smiled and left with the watermelon. Out the window is a bright summer. The sun shines brightly on the pothos on the balcony. They have been together for many years. From campus to now, summer vacation is actually nothing special for them. It's just that you don't have to get up early to go to class. Going to the supermarket together, cooking together, lying on the sofa together reading a book with the air conditioner blowing on, or going for a walk in the library are no different from when we were students. But Zhu Yan felt that such ordinary days happened to be her favorite summer vacation.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, the sunlight passed through the large glass windows and sprinkled tiny patches on the table. Yan Xu was sitting in the library of Normal University, with a book "On Chinese Teaching" spread out in front of him. He didn't read it because the phone screen was on and there was an unsent message in the dialog box. "Did you go to the library today?" He deleted it and typed it again: "What are your plans for the summer vacation?" He deleted it again. In the end, he only sent one line: "The gardenias over at Yunling must not have faded yet." Su Qingyi replied quickly: "How do you know?" "I guessed it." She sent a smiley face, and then said: "Next summer vacation, we will go back Let's take a look." Yan Xu stared at the line of words three times, and then replied with one word: "Okay." The chirping of cicadas outside the window mixed with the silence in the library. He glanced down at the "Chinese Teaching Theory" and suddenly felt that the summer vacation was not that long.

Outside the window, cicadas were chirping in the leaves of the forest. Fang Di was sitting on the balcony, holding an old photo album in his hand. She stopped when she turned to a certain page. That was taken at the door of the radio station a month ago. She was standing at the door, with Yang Yi next to her. She smiled silly in the photo. He looked at her sideways, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved. She stared at the photo for a long time, then closed the album and put it on the highest shelf on the bookshelf. The wind blew in outside the window and puffed up the curtains. At the end of the summer vacation, she will be in her third year of high school, but Yang Yi has already graduated and will probably never meet again in the future. Although, he said that he would call her after receiving the notice, but it was only the beginning of July and there was still some time before receiving the notice. She will wait slowly. Waiting for his call, waiting for an unknown period of expectation.

The second day of summer vacation, Taekwondo gym. As soon as Geng Xinyu changed into her gi uniform and pushed out the door, she saw Zheng Yifan leaning against the glass door of the training room, holding a bottle of water in his hand. She was about to walk over indifferently, but stopped because he was blocking the door. Excuse me, she suppressed the words that almost blurted out and asked: "Have you filled out the application?" "Well," Zheng Yifan said with a smile, "Big N, we agreed." "You..." Geng Xinyu swallowed what she wanted to say and nodded, "Pretty good." If there weren't a group of people around who looked over, she would have kicked him out, who made the agreement with him. Zheng Yifan smiled and handed the water over: "Here." Geng Xinyu glanced at the bottle of water. It was the brand she usually drank. She hesitated for a moment, then took it: "Thank you." "You're welcome." He watched her walk in, and added: "Yes, I will bring it to you tomorrow." She did not look back, but when she walked to the door, her steps slowed down a little. The air conditioner in the training room was on full blast, but her ears were still a little warm. She put the bottle of water on the windowsill, took a look, picked it up again, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. A hint of sweetness instantly reaches from your mouth to your heart.

On the first day of summer vacation, He Shiling went to the ancient bookstore in the city center to buy books. As soon as I put the book on the counter, I turned around and almost bumped into someone. "... It's you." She was stunned for a moment. Ke Mengnan was holding a thread-bound book in his hand. When he saw her, he was slightly startled, and then hid the book behind his back. He Shiling smiled: "Song lyrics?" "No." He denied it too quickly, "Yes... Just take a look." She didn't reveal it, just smiled: "You still read books during the summer vacation?" "Aren't you too?" The two stood at the door of the bookstore, and the sun shone in from outside the glass door, making the floor shiny. No one took the first step. After a few seconds, Ke Mengnan said: "That book of Song poetry... I found it." He Shiling raised her eyes to look at him. "The exact same version is on the old bookstall." He said, "Do you want to read it?" She thought for a while and smiled: "Then you can keep it." He nodded and said nothing more. When they turned around, neither of them said "goodbye", as if they knew that the summer vacation was still long and they would meet again. The cicadas chirped outside the window one after another. She opened the door and walked out, and the sunlight fell on her. He did not leave immediately, but stood there for a while, looked down at the book in his hand, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

On the eighth day of summer vacation, Tang Ji rode for fifteen minutes to the door of Ling Chuyang's house. After calling three times, Ling Chuyang came out wearing slippers and said expressionlessly: "What are you doing?" "Go to the river." Tang Ji landed on one foot. , "There is a new trail, it's cool." "I'm not going." "Not going? There's mold at home, let's go." Ling Chuyang looked at him for two seconds and pushed out the bicycle. Tang Ji was riding so fast that the wind blew his hair into a mess. Ling Chuyang followed leisurely, looking at the slowly retreating sycamore trees on both sides, and suddenly missed the Central Avenue in the school. It's really cool by the river. Willow branches hang down on the water, swaying gently in the wind. Tang Ji took off his shoes and stepped into the water: "Come down!" Ling Chuyang hesitated and did not move. The water is cold, up to the ankles, with the soft touch of fine sand. Tang Ji kicked around in the water, causing a series of splashes. Ling Chuyang stood nearby and did not say "childish". The wind blows from the river, carrying the fresh air of water plants and the lazy warmth unique to summer evenings. The clouds on the horizon are burned into a layer of orange by the setting sun, and break into thin gold foil on the water. It's like the evening before the holiday.