The sky is clear and blue, and the white clouds are rolling up and down.

They never feel joy or sorrow, and they are not as sentimental as humans.

Many people envy the white clouds when they look up at the sky, because no matter where the white clouds drift, the blue sky will always be behind it and will never give up, but only the white clouds themselves know how far away she is from the sky.

Fang Ning lay on the grass by the river, his hands resting behind his head, looking up at the sky.

The sky is so high that people's hearts are open, watching the white clouds slowly move from their feet to the top of their heads, an indescribable feeling comes to mind, smelling the faint fragrance of the girl next to him, closing his eyes, not thinking about anything, letting the light particles blow in the wind.

The dandelions in the distance also fluttered, and the soft dandelion umbrellas flew among the white clouds, coming from the edge of the sky and going to the edge of the sky.

"Ahead is a sea of roses.

The sky was sprinkled with boundless dust.

In this era when no one is blowing the trumpet.

Silent time can only be spent alone.

The glory and solitude of being with flowers.

There is no pilgrimage road to St. Jacob.

But there was hope looming in the fog.

It was the anticipation of the end of the darkness.

This will eventually be the era of the brave.

If the trumpeter weareth at all.

I will take my shield and my sword.

Overcoming obstacles.

In this cool time.

In this old long street.

In this splendid sea of flowers.

In the middle of this sixteen-year-old summer. ”

After Fang Ning improvised the poem, he felt good about himself, feeling that the sky was clearer and the clouds and shadows were whiter.

He rubbed his hair, suddenly got up and sat up, turned his head sideways, and chuckled at Cheng Xi, "I'm finally a little young." ”

"Do you like Wenqing?" Cheng Xiwan pointed at him.

"What should I say" Fang Ning shook his head and shook it with one finger, "I like Wenqing, but I don't like Wenqing's illness, I like traveling, I love photography, I love style, I love poetry, this is not wrong, but if I am too literary, it will always make people feel hypocritical and moaning." ”

"Hmm. She nodded.

"But man is always a contradictory animal, criticizing these things for being useless, and on the other hand, secretly feeling sad, saying, Ah! What a hypocritical thing, and at some point reciting hypocritical things. Fang Ning said.

"There's some truth to what you're saying. Cheng Xi said, "I often hear people say that Wenqing is divided into real Wenqing and pseudo Wenqing, so what do you think?"

"This is a grading question. Fang Ning bared his teeth and stood up, "Zhen Wenqing, playing with his mobile phone in the café and reading a book in bed, pseudo Wenqing, reading a book in a café, playing with his mobile phone in bed." ”

"Your explanation is interesting. ”

"Hehe, what I just said about 'Sixteen-year-old Midsummer' is actually just a patchwork, and I don't have that much ability to improvise poetry. ”

Fang Ning stood still, waved his hand, coughed his throat, his voice was high and powerful, as if the Renaissance poet Dante was full of romanticism, but hidden nonsensical grotesqueness, "Like me, I can probably only improvise: the sea, you are all water, the horse, you have four legs!"

"Poof!" Cheng Xi covered his mouth and smiled, he had never been so happy.

Time passed slowly, the sun slowly set, and the sunset was red.

Fang Ning: It's time for them to get up and go home.

Binjiang North Road, on the banks of the pontoon river, the willows hang low, and the lake water is clear.

Fang Ning pushed the bicycle and walked slowly, humming a song that I didn't know where I heard it, only a few words. Cheng Xi also walked side by side with him.

The two walked a long way, neither spoke, and occasionally looked at each other, with a faint happiness.

It's not far from Cheng Xi's house, only a kilometer away, and it takes less than ten minutes to walk, passing through the crowded streets and dense old bus stations.

The White Dragon Temple community has arrived.

Cheng Xi took a deep breath, his eyes were tactful, he hadn't felt that time had passed so fast before, but he really felt it, and he felt that no matter how eternal things were, they couldn't withstand the ravages of time. But today is beautiful and unforgettable, and she will always remember what happened on Peach Blossom Island, and she will not forget it until many years later.

"Then I'll go home first. Cheng Xi whispered.

"Hmm. Fang Ning sniffled, thought about it, gave her the oranges, and said with bared teeth: "Take the oranges back, my grandparents don't eat sour, I'm afraid of sour teeth, and I don't like to eat them." ”

"Good. Cheng Xi didn't refuse, took the bag of oranges, and raised his lips slightly, "Then you go home and pay attention to safety." ”

"Okay. Fang Ning nodded, "Then I'll go first." ”

"Goodbye. Cheng Xi waved his hand, and his soft facial features looked good in the sunset.

"See you tomorrow!" Fang Ning smiled slightly and rode his bicycle towards the Pinghai Bridge.

Cheng Xi carried the bag and watched Fang Ning's back as he left, with a different idea in his heart.

She understands that what is too easy to get is always not cherished, and what is not obtained is always in turmoil, and that's it.

What's more, for her, the days ahead are still very long, so long that her life is less than half gone.

Once you agree too early, what you will face when the time comes is no longer the imaginary wind and snow, but the rest of your life......

Cheng Xi went home and went in to change her shoes, and just happened to meet Cheng Ying drinking water at the water dispenser, so she said, "Where have you been, your parents were still asking you just now." ”

"I'm out there for a little bit of a thing, give you your favorite orange. Cheng Xi calmly gave her the oranges she was carrying, the age difference between the two sisters is only one year, and they both like to eat fruits, but Cheng Xi likes apples and Cheng Ying likes oranges.

Cheng Ying took out a ripe orange from the bag, peeled it and ate the orange flesh, "You want to buy me with a little orange?" You still want to think about how to get past your parents' level, today Teacher Lin from the piano interest class called and asked why you didn't come, and thought you were sick, but your parents said that you went out in the afternoon. ”

Cheng Xi sighed and said to her sister, "Fang Ning and I went to Peach Blossom Island." ”

"No wonder you bought oranges and came back, it turned out that you were going to Peach Blossom Island, waiting? No, who did you say you went to Peach Blossom Island with?" Cheng Ying hadn't reacted before, but she reacted quickly, and almost bit her tongue.

"Fang Ning. ”

Cheng Ying was stunned, her black and white eyes turned, she hesitated slightly, and said resolutely, "What is the matter with the two of you?" I can tell you, parents are absolutely not allowed to fall in love, even if it is to tease him, it is just a joke. ”

Cheng Xi looked at the old lady's nervous appearance and was a little funny, as if she was worried that her cabbage would arch Fang Ning's pig.

"Don't worry, we're just going to run errands. She explained, "Your sister and I are such a big person, we can handle everything." ”

"That's good, no, I'm still a little worried, warn Fang Ning that stinky boy not to hook up with you, at least not in junior high school. Cheng Ying ate another orange, thinking that her best friend had been hooked up with by his friend Yu Xiaole, and if her sister was also hooked up, then she would really become a loner.