Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The golden autumn sun, like the years we pass by, will rotate with the wheel of time, and in every beautiful angle, the surface will show her changing colors.

The wind blew through the sky, the blue sky, even the clouds were blown away, beautiful like a piece of freshly polished and cut diamonds, the blue wrapped in the diamond mirror, through the golden light in the sky, which had already broken a little, in her most elegant posture on the ground, drew a beautiful and cruel cutting line, this is already the afternoon road, drawing the part of light and shadow.

Jin Hong and Chen Weiwei, who walked out of the campus, did not go far, but stayed at the school gate, and in the staggered place of time and space, a somewhat sentimental yellowed old picture was reflected.

The gate of the campus is the dividing line between youth and maturity, the moment you stride out of the school gate, the reverie that stops under the plane tree, the laughter and worry-free from the classroom to the playground, will be grabbed by a ruthless hand, placed in the door wall of the campus, with the time of festering and fermentation, and finally only the taste remains in the memory.

Our courageous and bloody years, the adversity and friendship that once swore to live and die, are like a ripening lime, which has been invisibly injected into a thick syrup by a needle, and these sweet syrups, with the passage of time, eroded, fused, and diffused in our sour nerve cells, turning into a taste that we can't even say when we reminisce about it.

Jinhong stood at the gate of the campus, in the shadow where there was no sunlight, and Chen Weiwei was standing, where the sunlight could reach, projecting her elongated figure on the ground.

This scene reminded Jinhong that he and Chen Weiwei were also like this in the year of graduation, standing at the gate of the campus with their graduation certificates, it was the fate of the uncertain future, and the two people who should have been one and the same, were placed in the dislocation of the cutting at the intersection of life, in different black and white pictures, in the autumn of that year, there was no possibility of continuing between each other, and there was no eternity that looked forward to the wishes of the heavens.

Just like all campus couples seem to know from the beginning, falling in love means that a certain year and a certain month will eventually separate, just like the thick and huge plane tree in the campus, those couples who promise their lives, just like those sycamore leaves that bloom with the spring flowers of each season, are destined to be in the golden harvest season of autumn from the beginning, with all the luxuriant maturity, helpless to leave, even if there is reluctance, can not escape the fate of falling.

In our surging youth world, no one wants to admit that we can't stay together forever, but no hero can change, God has already written the ending for us, the youth love that was once desperate.

We used to think that the solid-for-money feelings in the world, when parting in a sea of weeping, were called separates, and they were broken up.

There is nothing cruel in the world that goes from strangeness to the feelings of love for each other, and then to being ruthlessly beaten back to the prototype of friendship one day, and even losing the intersection forever on the two-way line that is like a stranger.

Jin Hong stood in the black shadow, there was no sunlight, there was no sound of wind passing by, even the breath in the air, it seemed a little sluggish, on this black ground, he could never project his own figure, in this black shadow, only the imprisonment and bondage of feelings, only the sigh of loneliness and helplessness, in the black shroud space, there was all the expectation of quiet.

From the bronzing has collapsed into a deep orange sunshine, sprinkled from the sky, Chen Weiwei touched the comfortable and warm, wearing the coat that seems to be a school uniform, dotted with the breath of sunshine, that delicate and still face, looking at it will make people feel that there is really a thing in this world, called young, can continue to work hard to run through time.

Chen Weiwei stopped at the school gate for a long time and did not leave, nor did she speak, but raised her head slightly, looked at the sky, and stood there with a shallow smile.

The sun turned into a hand that warmly brushed her face, and all the air was willing to stay in her silent smile.

Maybe it was too many good campus memories just now, and the moment Chen Weiwei walked into the school gate, they were all awakened by the fragrance on her body, which surrounded and melted her dark and melancholy mood before.

At this time, Chen Weiwei was standing at the gate of the campus, letting the sunlight in the sky constantly change the angle and shine on her body, and everyone would not think that this was the feeling that a depressed patient would show.

Chen Weiwei moved her soft steps, walking on this road that precipitated all the memories of youth, sleeping under the asphalt, not only the memories of Jinhong and Chen Weiwei, but also the memories of his generation of students, as well as many well-known and unknown memories, are buried here.

There are countless youths without tombstone inscriptions on this road, buried here silently, with a lot of past, blown by the wind inadvertently, like countless tiny dust, blowing up and falling.

The yellowing leaves on both sides of the road, carried away by the autumn wind on the branches, danced and swirled in the air, and finally slowly landed, so quiet that people who did not want to have any passers-by silently felt sad for it.

Jin Hong and Chen Weiwei looked at these leaves lying alone on the road, trampled by all the footprints they walked, and their hearts could not be calm at all, especially Chen Weiwei thought that if some memories were not taken away, the rest could only be ruthlessly ravaged, thinking about these withered yellow fallen leaves, which were once full of vitality and bathed in spring rain, and also once scattered with emerald green fragrance sprouting on the branches, and also used to be shaded by green trees on this road, and the students who came and went sheltered from the wind and rain. But when they fall lonely in this harvest season, who will take them with memories, and even sympathize with the collection, although these leaves are not as civilized as the red leaves of Xiangshan, but the same are soaked in the memories we have accumulated over the years, and even the fallen leaves on this road are more worthy of our youth to miss the collection.

When we are young, we always like to engrave ourselves and the name of the person we like on the tree, but who ever knew that the tree is also a life form with emotional load, she can not carry all the memories into it, the reason why she can sprout new life to store the new memories when the spring flowers bloom every year, is because she will be in the autumn sunset, in the snow-covered winter, will be all the previous memories, will be dissipated with the advent of spring, as a nutrient fertilizer deposited in the earth, waiting for the next year to give birth to the nourishment of new life.

Only the fallen leaves are the most real memory of our youth, after she carries our memories for a whole year, when she can no longer continue to bear, it will fall heavily, and all the water in each yellowed leaf fades, and it is really condensed, our laughter and sadness crying.

Chen Weiwei deeply felt that those memories that did not know how to cherish could not be picked up today, although the residual taste can be evoked, but the thin ones cannot be restored after all, the three-dimensional of those past pictures, but the remaining memories will also be like these fallen leaves, and finally turn into ashes between a merciless sea of fire, scattered into ashes and floating in the air, no one will remember them.

"Jinhong, I want to go to the stationery store before, I don't know if it's still there?"

Different from the silence along the way before, Chen Weiwei moved her steps at the gate of the campus and asked Jinhong beside her.

Jin Hong didn't say much, he hadn't been here for a long time, but he had always liked to use actions instead of words, and he walked directly towards the security room, he wanted to ask the security guard if he knew that the stationery store was still there.

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