To the north of the senior high school building, there is an abandoned basketball court, where the basketball hoop is still placed.

In the evening self-study of the third year of high school, he did mathematics, physics and chemistry problems. There always seemed to be a problem that could not be completed, and he did it darkly. After studying for a full class, he has a habit of walking downstairs and under the basketball hoop every time he gets out of class. Sometimes hang your hands on the iron rods above the basketball hoop and relax with your whole body. When you go back to the classroom, you'll be refreshed.

From the end of a night self-study class one day, he found that she and her classmates often walked unhurriedly by the side of the basketball court.

Later, it was the case almost every night after self-study. Each time, they just walked by unhurriedly and didn't stop. Talking as he walked.

From the voice, from her clothes, he knew it was her.

At night, it is always a little dark, and the lighting effect is not good, so you can't look at each other and stare at each other.

He felt a little regretful.

The night, he thought, had swallowed up his wonderful moments and robbed him of his wonderful feelings.

He still didn't know what her name was, only that on the road, someone called her "Xiaoqin".

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the second semester of the third year of high school.

Studying is more intense, and the teacher is always pressing.

Some students began to feel anxious and began to have insomnia.

He has never been allowed to study, and his thinking is unrestrained, but he has also turned into a nervous review, and his exam status is not very stable, sometimes he gets high scores, and sometimes he is very average.

In the third year of high school, he only tested Chinese, English, plus mathematics, physics and chemistry, he had an advantage, and the best result, he actually entered the top ten in the grade.

Although his results fluctuated, overall, he was full of confidence. More often, he only knows how to learn knowledge in a laissez-faire manner, as for what university he can get into and what university he wants to go to, he doesn't think much about it, and no one at home has told him.

He didn't even know which university was a good university. The teachers were so busy explaining the knowledge that they didn't make any introductions at all. At that time, there was nowhere to find information about the university.

In the wide and quiet campus, there are dozens of towering trees, accompanied by the lights projected by the classroom at night, exuding a beautiful and mysterious color, and the stars in the sky, reflecting each other, a unique quiet, and special rhythm, naturally generated.

In late spring, countless unknown flowers bloom on the campus, the wind blows, and the ground after the rain is covered with small flowers of various colors.

The campus is so beautiful, even he who only reads physics and chemistry, and who doesn't use words to describe things and moods, wants to write a poem to praise it.

Of course, it proves that this flower is indeed beautiful. Because of what, so what. Because it is a flower, it is beautiful.

He thought it was funny, and finally he didn't know where to start writing, so he gave up.

Once, when he saw her, he lifted up lightly and crossed over the little flowers, which she was afraid to step on.

That action is really gentle. It's beautiful, too.

He looked at her stupidly, and could no longer tell whether the flowers were more beautiful or her people were more beautiful.

He finally came up with a poem: because it is her, it is beautiful.

Is this poetry? He didn't understand.

At that time, he didn't understand, he was not good at choosing words and forming sentences at that time, he never thought of writing love poems, everything is mathematical, physical and chemical logic to prove thinking, but inadvertently, he wrote the simplest, most beautiful and most expressive poem: because it is her, so beautiful.

Because it is a flower, it is beautiful. Because it's her, it's beautiful.

Because it's her, that's enough.

He didn't expect that his simplest poem would later be quoted by countless people and become a classic of love poetry.

When a boy expresses his love directly to a girl, it is written: "Because it's you, it's beautiful." ”

It's just a word change, but the depth is much different. Because when the word "she" is used, it is equivalent to showing the world a natural axiom. And when the word "you" is used, it is just a whisper between two people.

For a while, he seemed to meet her rarely, but when he met her, he still looked at each other and stared at each other.

From her eyes, he seemed to read some of her stress.

Her smile didn't bloom like the first and second years of high school.

Is she under pressure to study, and what are her grades?

All this, he didn't know.

He vaguely felt that there was some joy and sorrow in her eyes.

The time will soon be in the hot July, and there are still three days to go, and the college entrance examination will be held.

That night was the last night of self-study.

He still came under the basketball hoop, walked around, and relaxed.

She and her classmates are here again.

The light was still not good, but he still knew that they were coming.

This time, they were closer to him.

But they didn't stop.

He heard them both talking:

"I'm about to leave campus, why hasn't he said anything?"

He was stunned. Is this sentence addressed to him?

How to represent?

What does it mean?

Where to go to indicate?

He didn't even think about it.

He was able to write the proofs of many math problems flawlessly and flawlessly.

But this process of representation or proof to her, he could not complete.

Will it never be done?

Time is back to the present.

Zeng Danqing, who was on the recliner, opened his eyes and sighed slightly.

That night was the last time he saw her.

It was at night that I didn't see her very clearly.

There is neither staring at each other, nor staring at each other.

Didn't even see her face clearly.

The two of them talked, and walked away as they spoke.

How he wanted to see her face one last time.

Look at her bows, her fluttering skirt adorned with small flowers.

Look at her white calves, look at her socks.

In the dark, all this is not clear.

Everything about her, finally, is back in the blur.

This is what frustrates him the most.

For many years, he had been trying to find her, to see her, just to ask her and confirm some of the processes.

proves that each other's eyes were right back then, and they were all in love.

The completion of this proof question is the imagination of many innocent teenagers many years later.

The completion of this proof question is far more meaningful in the minds of many people than the realization of tens of millions of fortunes.

Many people spend a lot of money for their first love, but it is not money, but the silly innocence of teenagers in those years.

Many people weave 10,000 paper cranes for their first lovers, but they are not cranes, but the thoughts that girls have been cutting over the years.

At that time, there were no mobile phones, no QQ, no WeChat, no network, and even landline phones.

As soon as I graduated, I left the campus and went my separate way.

Many of my classmates lost connection.

Many years passed, and he did not know any trace of her.

Of course, I never looked for it again.

Because, he has his beloved wife and lovely daughter.

What's more, he didn't even know her name.

To lose it is to lose it forever.

If you don't see each other, it seems like you'll never see each other again.

Over the years, he never thought that he and her, perhaps, would be able to meet again.

Thinking of this, Zeng Danqing sighed again.

What's going on today, she seems to have come to my house.

Yang Tianjiao is really too similar to her. He almost exclaimed Yang Tianjiao in front of him as "Xiaoqin".

For many years, he has always been very calm, but when he saw Yang Tianjiao for the first time, he was a little shocked.

In this world, how can there be two people who are so similar?

Could it be that "Xiaoqin" is Yang Tianjiao's mother?

Did she live here?

Even if Yang Tianjiao is Xiaoqin's daughter, it is impossible to be so similar to Xiaoqin.

It's incredible.