(a)

After the fireworks stopped, the ground was covered with debris. She sat in the middle of the colorful books, which were as thick as large bricks, and could be used to build a unique desk.

The joyful fireworks finally stopped for a while, and she looked at her pile of books, which could finally be sold as scrap.

It was these books that devoured a year of her youth. "Embellished and Fragmented", Zhang Sheng sang about his hard work in reading. Wearing a wide robe, he probably didn't expect that hundreds of years later, the pages and covers of the books would be smooth and complete, and they could almost be used as paper cutters when torn off, so that the fragments of time would float behind them. Hundreds of years later, the book will still have to be read "to learn to be rich and five cars".

According to her test scores, she estimated that it was not the first place in the major, or the second place in the major. If she was on the stage, she would be like Zhang Sheng, who was the top student in high school, excitedly babbling and singing with eight feet on her water sleeves.

Unfortunately, this is not on the stage. She soon discovered that she was mentally retarded. In "Good Soldier Shuaike", it doesn't matter if he is really stupid or fake, anyway, he hopes that the cat and the golden bird will make friends, and kindly locked the cat and the golden bird together, but as a result, the cat spit out his cute golden bird friend into his stomach in one go.

As for her, she locked the little achievements that belonged to the past and the delicate future in a cage, and the future was almost swallowed by the big mouth of the past. Thankfully, she found it just in time.

Because of exam preparation, it has been isolated from society. When she was as arrogant as Cheng Khan Sihan conquered the entire grassland, she was shocked to find that the so-called firefly window snow case, scraping and polishing, only took a year to pass four courses. What I have been doing for almost a year has been done since I was in the first grade of elementary school.

And the senior brother who led her to graduate school left the campus three months before she started. I've heard that finding a job isn't going well. This can't help but make people worry about the prospect of graduate school entrance examinations.

Although the effort is perhaps a futility. Because after being admitted to graduate school, it is not as good as we imagined, because we still have to face fierce competition for employment, and the employment situation is getting worse and worse. Perhaps life is an illusory futility. Nietzsche said that life consists in a kind of transition and destruction.

But at least, we still have laughter in the struggle. This kind of laughter, the joy in the sad song, is what life is worth remembering!

(b)

The university campus is quiet, like an invisible screen blocking the dust outside. The maple and cypress trees are shady, and the figures walking under the trees from time to time are wandering.

At this time, a clear and beautiful girl walked not far away, holding a book in both hands and a high smooth forehead; The slightly curly black hair falls like a waterfall on the shoulders, like a primeval forest in the sun. The complexion is bright, the skin is porcelain under the tips of the hair, and the cheeks are like rose juice.

The eyes are clear and active, like joyful birds jumping around; There was a hint of a smile on her lips, and her face was full of life, as if the blue sky of the future had been reflecting her face. His chest fell like two small balls. Her spring is like dew drops sliding on the tips of grass. It was an irresistible breath of youth, which seemed to knead the grass juice and the coquettishness of a young woman.

As she walked, she seemed to smell the scent of flowers. This osmanthus fragrance is refreshing, but if there is nothing. Full of dark fragrance and sleeves. When Chang Xia went to look carefully, he saw a cluster of osmanthus trees at the bend, and the twigs were decorated with dark yellow-white millet grains, which looked inconspicuous, not delicate or glamorous, but it was it, hidden with a weak and powerful.

A shallow childlike smile curled into her lips, and she glanced down the steps that she hastily descended to the basement if it had been last year. Only there, it is open to members of society.

But now, she can walk up with agility.

You should know that almost every slightly better university has a group of graduate students from all over the world. They rented a house near the school and came to the school library to read books. It's hard to tell the difference between the students of the school. In this university, the most obvious difference is that when students approach the library, they can walk up the steps with a relaxed pace, walk up dozens of steps, step up the stairs, hold the reading card, swipe the card to enter, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of spring breeze.

And the social idle people who do not have a reading card, with a lonely and sad face on their faces, step down the steps, walk down dozens of steps, go down dozens of steps, dirt steps, to the basement with turbid air, where they lie down and taste their gall, hanging beams and thorns, and sacs reflect the snow.

Just as she walked to the top and was about to enter the door, the turnstile at the door waved a merciless steel arm to intercept her through. Hell, card! Forget to turn the card out beforehand. A few boys who came from the front and back next to him had already swiped their cards in. She hurriedly looked down through her bag for the card.

Just as she lowered her head and hurriedly rummaged through the bag, a few meters away from her, a man who was also holding a bunch of books in his hand, striding forward, while looking at her busy silhouette with his head down, his black hair was almost wrapped in the bag belt, and he wanted to turn the bag upside down, and he wanted to pour out the contents of the bag.

The man, more than 1.7 meters tall, the thin body of a southern man; square face, thick black eyebrows, glasses, and Sven looks; Wearing a long dark gray trench coat with a shirt and trousers that are ironed; The leather shoes on the feet are polished. Everything looks refreshed. Radiant. This style is obviously different from those half-grown boys on campus, and if they are not picky about their looks, they can be regarded as handsome talents.

The handsome figure standing at the foot of the stairs stood there, looking at her figure, the apricot lace shirt with the hem tucked into the cold green half-lived polka-dot layered mesh skirt.

(c)

When Zhang Jiangfeng stood under the steps of the library in the morning, the autumn sky, the sky was high and the sun was crystalline; The maple trees on both sides of the road, clear and windy. Seeing the familiar figure of Manli walking in front of him.

He savored the word "classmate" in his heart. These two words, two simple words, mean a lot to them. Life is full of drama.

Once, when he, like her, approached the library, he could not go up, but could only go down, to the basement of the library. These people from all over the province have abandoned the first part of their lives and become members of the group of people who rent houses near the campus. Cut off from the spring and autumn outside, hiding in the basement of the campus library, seeking the unknowable future.

Recalling the years when he grabbed the seat with her, and then looked at her not far away looking down for the bag to find the reading card, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, he smiled genuinely happily, and the silhouette of her looking down and turning over the bag seemed to be playing a cheerful allegro to him on the piano keys. The flowing water is murmuring, and life is beautiful!

"Hey, Chang Xia." He tried to play a high note, hey, no, and closed his mouth again. These people give up so much and re-enter the school, and they can't compare to the children who are already on the campus, who can spend a lot of time. This light is what they have given away elsewhere, so don't waste it. Thinking of this, he decided to put away the strings for the time being.

After rummaging for a long time, the card is estimated to have been found. I guess the bag was turned over in a mess. With a swipe of the card, the turnstile flashed its big thick arms, and the sky was clear, and he watched the beautiful figure flash into the library. Make an appointment in the evening, he thought to himself. The eyes behind the glasses were shining, and the corners of his mouth were always smiling, and he almost whistled into the library.