I wrote these poems during this period of time, and I sent them to Xiaoya. When she received it, she was very moved, originally she thought that my cultural level was not too high, so she had no illusions about me. I never thought that at my level, Leng could write this, but it was much beyond her expectations. So she suggested that I express my feelings in words. Try writing a novel. Write as a hobby. I took her advice. Wrote some short stories and sent them to her.

The one who loves him the most

The boy and the girl are classmates, they are in the same school, he likes to share a table with her, he will often politely ask, "Classmate, is there anyone around?" The girl always replied gently: "Sit down, there is no one around." ”

Gradually, they got to know each other, and the boy found the girl's strengths difficult to describe in words, he was understanding, humble and generous, sincere, kind, and talented. Girls are also gradually attracted by the boy's chic and handsome appearance.

So the two fell in love, the man and woman in love are happy, they confide in each other the world in the depths of their hearts, reminiscing about the precious watery years. The boy always looked at her with a pair of large, charming eyes, and poured out his thoughts in a deep, magnetic voice, which fascinated the girl, and she listened quietly, laughing out loud when talking about the joy, and sighing when it came to the sorrow. Every night flies by like water, and the two are immersed in the world of mutual appreciation.

The girl recites her poems to the boys, who revel in the dreamy days with a flute and tunes. The sentimental poems, the mournful and amorous natural sounds, made the mood of the two unprecedentedly high, the girl hugged the boy tightly, buried her head in his chest, felt the boy's strong chest, listened to his powerful heartbeat, the boy's mouth close to her head kissed affectionately, kissed.

In the eyes of girls, boys are the best, he is handsome, generous, and erudite. Inspired by the girl, the boy tried to write his feelings with a pen, and the girl must be his first reader for each article he wrote, and the girl read it over and over again, making slight changes with the pen from time to time, and with her encouragement, the boy regarded writing as important as eating and sleeping. He kept writing and writing, and kept throwing it to the website, and finally the boy's article was published on the Internet, and he happily told the girl the first to tell the news, just a short article of less than 800 words, he entrusted the boy with all of his sincere and kind heart, and the girl read it word by word, although the length was very short, but read a lot of sadness and tears, and the words and sentences condensed the boy's infinite expectations and desires. Maybe this website is just a fleeting little meteor in the vast night sky, maybe this small literary column is just a very inconspicuous small topic in the website, this short article is just a trivial small article in this small column, but he carries all the boy's hopes, and the girl is far away from the endless love and lovesickness of the boy, the boy is greatly encouraged, and from time to time he has to look at it on the Internet, compared to the other editors' recommended big strokes, this article is too inferior, the number of hits on the Internet is less than thirty, the number of comments is zero, the number of flowers is zero, the boy is very depressed。 But all this did not escape the girl's eyes.

She has registered many new users on the website, and every day she keeps clicking on the boy's article, praising it in beautiful poetic language, proposing many methods worth learning, and giving the boy a rose from her prop box every day.

Gradually, the click-through rate of that article increased, the number of comments was also the most on the page, and the number of flowers went from zero to three, far exceeding the editors' recommendations. The boy was very happy. He began to be dissatisfied, he would not be satisfied, he continued to work hard!

Three years have passed, and the boy has published dozens of articles on the Internet, each of which is the most popular.

The girl is still in love with him, but the boy is not as good as before, he will not be satisfied, he will not feel happy, and his amorous character will undoubtedly be exposed. He fell in love with a slender young girl again, and the boy chased after this fairy-like figure with all his might. He fantasized and chased. Abandoned, bored. For countless days, the girls sat alone in the place where they first kissed and cried secretly, igniting those passionate little poems, paying tribute to that beautiful love, and the poignant moonlit night was sad and bitter.

The boy's article was published again, and the popularity of his articles has always been very good. This time, though, he was wrong, and he missed. His articles are worthless, and who will read his articles but her. He missed the love that was most cherished, the person who had been the best to him. His article will never have applause and flowers, those three beautiful roses once represented "she loves him", there will be no more, never. The boy blew the long shaw bitterly, and there was no longer the girl's poetry to accompany him.

Chance encounters

I looked out the window in a daze, inadvertently looked up at the crowd at the front door to get on the bus, my afterglow felt a long-term sense of freshness, this feeling, is the kind of special sensitivity that every young person who is in the golden age of love will have, the kind of bright eyes, if no one is around, I saw a girl in a denim suit walking with the crowd towards my row of seats, the age is twenty-two, Three's situation, which makes me feel excited, I am very calm on the surface, in fact, my heart has already been stirred up, uneasy, I looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, the white face is embedded with a pair of jewel-like eyes, between the eyebrows is a little delicate, straight nose, the cherry mouth slightly pouting with crystal clear teeth, seems to be smiling at me, I didn't dare to look at it, just pretended to look out the window first, and then looked at the ceiling, and gradually secretly looked at her, maybe I had some self-inflicted affection, but I found that I really had a good impression of her, different from the feeling of interacting with other girls, I seemed to be moved by her fresh feeling, I waited for the opportunity as I wished, and the eldest lady sitting next to me stood up and was about to get off. The girl sat next to me, very close to me, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of lilies wafting from her, and this feeling intoxicated me. Infatuated, I speculated on the girl's mind, guessed whether she had a boyfriend, my heart was very messy, her expression was a little out of shape, the girl smiled at me from time to time, I was deeply immersed in the ethereal fantasy, the car was driving slowly, the girl twisted her head from time to time to chat with her girlfriend, but she seemed to be drunk and did not mean to drink, while chatting and smiling at me, and try to put her body and head close to me very close, because the car was very crowded, her actions were logical, my heart was beating, I was overwhelmed, my mind was blank, I didn't know what to do, I was usually smart, I was like a fool at this momentIn order to avoid my abruptness and recklessness will scare her, the brain has an idea, and the boy must take the initiative to break the deadlock, I pretended to show an anxious look, and mustered up the courage to ask: "This classmate, are you wearing a watch? What time is it?" He was startled, his expression turned from expectation to disappointment, as if he was not very satisfied with this way of breaking the deadlock, and subconsciously looked at the watch and replied indifferently: "5:30 minutes". "Oh, thank you!" , She thought I was going to say something, I didn't think I bowed my head and pondered, she helplessly said goodbye to her girlfriend behind her, got up through the crowd, I felt that my performance was not good, and I followed her two stops in advance, followed her closely, but always kept a distance, she did not look back, looking at her long flowing hair, slender figure, decided to pluck up the courage to run up to talk to her again, just as I was about to take action, I saw the girl run two steps, I felt that she would not be noticed by following so lightly, why did she run away。 In contemplation, the scene in front of me made me laugh helplessly, I saw a young boy in front of me, dressed in a denim casual suit, holding a helmet, leaning in front of a prince motorcycle, smiling at the girl, the girl ran over in three steps and two steps, the two hugged each other, laughing, and the boy stepped on the motorcycle. The girl sat behind her, wrapping her arms around the boy's slender waist, and the boy stepped on the accelerator and carried the girl away. I smelled the familiar smell of smoke from the exhaust of the motorcycle, stood there in a daze, and it took a long time to wake up, take off my heavy legs and walk towards the station, silently take the bus for two stops, and go home in a gloomy way.