I often have a similar dream, dreaming that I am surrounded by a group of girls, walking on a straight and spacious road, with an empty lawn on the right and an office building on the left that is covered by a bamboo forest and a green vine promenade.

At the end of the office building, there is a lecture hall, where there are old flower stands, polished pianos, carved iron windows, and old mahogany doors locked by an old copper lock all year round.

When I recall the scene in my dream, I always have a sense of déjà vu, and when I think about it, I think of my middle school days. "Xinglai Mei is alone, the victory is empty, go to the poor place of water, and sit and watch the clouds rise."

Later, I began to forget the dream that had appeared frequently, in this foreign land in the south of the Yangtze River, I unexpectedly saw rain one after another, noisy or silent, cold or silent.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River drifted year after year.

Until one day, a hard-cover insert notebook that exuded the smell of memory suddenly appeared in my left-hand sight in the early morning when I combed my hair, and suddenly appeared, and I began to have the dream that had been lost for a long time.

How did it suddenly appear?

I looked at you and you smiled and shook your head. I'll go through it myself.

I opened it and saw you and me yesterday, and it was very clear that it was frozen on February 9, 2001. It, in a quiet attitude, waits quietly for a while, ten years later.

On the title page of the diary is my favorite little poem, which was originally finalized in my sophomore year of high school.

At that time, I liked to read, I liked Song Ci very much, and I was quiet and beautiful.

I don't know what day it was, I suddenly found that looking out of the window, I actually saw you, the blue clear sky, the sunset about to fall, the straight campus path, familiar you.

The light clouds, the blue sky, warmed the winter of that year, and when spring was coming, I chose to remember, so the color of the clear sky was fixed in the little poem of that year.

You say, I don't see who this little poem is for, it's my style.

I bowed my head and smiled, a small poem of twenty-two lines, leaving only the taste of memory, outside the window, there were light clouds and blue sky.

And at this moment, you and me, who have already bid farewell to the young middle school days, pick up a warm memory in the yellowed poems full of clear skies, and recall a long-term Qingteng heart to find, where there was once me and you in the blue and clear sky......

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Readers who have read me and read the text above, do you feel that the writing of the two is not at the same level, and the gap is so big?

That's the truth, I'm better at writing prose than writing.

Therefore, in this book, there is no so-called golden three chapters, golden ten chapters, and the opening chapter is narrated in a self-righteous literary and artistic slow way. Even if I only have a single computer, I will insist on finishing the article, because I lost the manuscript ten years ago, and the desire to replace it ten years later has been troublesome.

So, please don't ask me, why did the male and female protagonists in the book only meet once when they reached 260,000 words, because it was a story that happened in 2001, at that time, there were no mobile phones, at that time, they could only meditate on the computer, but the campus of the middle school did not have it, so they liked to write letters.

So, please don't ask me when the male and female protagonists in the book will be able to love each other, because in this book, love is like the title of the book, a heart like a green vine, green, simple, and beautiful, just like the inadvertent blush when I first saw you.

From prose to, there will be a lot of things that need to be processed and carved in the middle, and I will slowly improve, thank you for your company and witness the transformation of my writing!

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Finally, thank you without hesitation!

Thank you for your affirmation and support!

I would like to thank the editor of China Literature, and especially my editor-in-charge Lu Weida, for his affirmation and support to me, I still remember that when I posted the article for seven days and less than 30,000 words, I was excited to come to the station for a short time, and I was also excited when I was recommended!

Thanks again to the editor Reed for his great insight! Hahaha.

But there are also mistakes, and there are also some readers and literary friends who are concerned.

Thank you for your investment, rewards, recommended votes and collections!

Thank you for wishing, 2019 cold as ice, hot mom who loves to read, silver candle drinking tears, forty degrees summer popsicle, Qingtianning, Zijing Hongchen, Yi Mingyu, forty degrees of air conditioning, Qianyun Baoyu, after writing this book, who is 1991, Night Joy, 20190415113528312, Yabanning Peninsula, poor monk Zhizhang and other readers.

It won't be broken! What has been invested can be harvested!

Thank you again.

Clear face Lingxue

2019.9.27

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