Light snow on November 17

The northern winter sky is always ambiguous and hazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's past the snowy season, but there is no sign of snow. Every day is gloomy and foggy, and from time to time there is a haze. It's as if God has just broken up with his first love, and his emotions are down to the extreme.

The classrooms, cafeterias, and dormitories that rush to the scene every day seem to be the walking dead who have escaped from the Busan train.

Spring is lacking, autumn is sleepy, summer is sleepy, and there is winter and March when you can't wake up.

This kind of weather, such a cycle of learning, is so monotonous that it makes people drowsy.

Leave a message in the morning to the warmth of the bed, in the morning the teacher reads PPT like singing a lullaby, at noon food fans hate to sleep and no longer wake up, in the afternoon lie on the desk to continue to listen to the teacher chanting, at night self-study Baba looks at the point of going to bed, all washing stop and put yourself on the bed, sleepy but suddenly get off work!

So I had to hold a talk.

The girls' talk, from ancient times to the present, is nothing more than which boy is a, which film and television drama is obsessed with, and which emotion is missing, and it is inseparable from a love word.

Immersed in the dark, no one can see anyone clearly, no matter how red your face is and your neck is thick, whatever your eyes are shining all over the ground, whatever you are sad and thousands of arrows pierce your heart.

The night is the best way to deceive the eyes, the best prayer room, and everyone is telling it speciously, perhaps exaggeratedly, perhaps remembering.

For example, the first love confession that just ended tonight. No, it was last night, and it's already the early hours of the next day.

No one can remember how this topic began. In the end, they were all put on the shelves, and the Sleeper Talk became a confessional and lenient interrogation and confession meeting.

Yingying became the target of public criticism first, because she had just collapsed and cracked the mountains and the sky and the earth once this month. The dark night gave us curiosity, the courage to ask questions shamelessly, and of course, the courage to peel off the cocoon and learn from the pain.

Her first love confession was very concise, and the boy went straight to the yellow dragon - the boy said you close your eyes, I have something for you. Yingying closed her eyes as she speculated about what to give, and then she didn't wait a few seconds before she felt a softness in her mouth, and the hot breath sprayed on her face, with the sweat and fragrance of male hormones. - This guy is a man of action, but unfortunately this time the action was too big, and it scared Yingying and everyone.

The world's radish and greens have their own love, don't think that Xuemei is as strong as a bear and can't get into the eyes of men, no matter how strong a woman is, she also has a heart made of water.

Her young man is also a man of action, and he went to harvest corn for her family during the summer vacation, and in Yao Minggao's cornfield, the young man also took Xuemei's hand and wiped the sweat from Xuemei's dirty forehead with his dirty sleeves. Then, there is no then. -- Maybe the young man found that Xuemei's cornfield was too big, and he couldn't harvest so much corn in the future? Maybe the young man found that Xuemei's big black face couldn't be wiped clean? Anyway, he was blind at such a good time and place.

Bai Xue's first love confession is still a princess. The whole thing is as ambiguous as Audrey Hepburn's Roman holiday. The young man had no gifts, no action, and nothing seemed to have anything to do with her. But Bai Xue said that they were affectionate and polite, and their eyes met to be clear. To say that God is Shinto is equivalent to not saying it. But in the end, Bai Xue said that she was waiting, and he was waiting. What are you waiting for? Waiting for a moment? When the time comes, who knows?

As for me. In fact, all men are action-oriented. However, Yingying and Xuemei's "men" started from "playing hooligans", and Bai Xue's "men" and I were closer to literary and artistic youths. Someone once folded a thousand paper cranes for me. Then, I dismantled all the paper cranes and found no handwriting or confession. So, I can't give any response or reply.

In fact, the boys and girls in the flower season can't bear it for a long time, but they need to be ignorant and palpitating. The past that came to an abrupt end, many years later, may laugh dumbly at the naïve absurdity of the year, but it is inevitable that the face will be red and the heart will beat and smile.