Ling 000) Introduction - Meteors cross overlooking the rolling red dust, and the flowers bloom to ask why they withered

culture

Like faith, it is stubbornly inherited, continued, promoted and evolved.

An unfinished online posthumous work by a middle school student,

A famous private secondary school after a hundred years,

A group of teenagers and teachers with their own characteristics of the times,

Achieve a relatively closed, earthly paradise,

Form a complete set of miniature rivers and lakes in the present world.

thereupon

The influence of each family on future generations is everywhere and at all times.

Whether you want to admit it or not, your whole life will be bound and controlled by it.

It's always been there, quietly watching you,

Watch you stage:

absurd, illusory reality;

Watch him perform:

True feelings and false intentions, life is like a play-

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, most memories reside in a dedicated storage area of the brain in the form of fresh, pleasant, and happy symbols. When we enter our old age and are no longer busy for our livelihood, or when we are about to die and time becomes long and weak, we are half-lying in a rocking chair, with thick blankets on our legs to help us shield ourselves from the wind chill that can penetrate our joints at any time, and the green tendons on the back of our dry hands are exposed, all warmed by a large cup of hot wolfberry tea.

Bathed in the afternoon sun, drowsy, this storage space that has been well preserved for decades will automatically output a piece of data to you from time to time, projected in your mind, and the image is clear, the details are intact, still vivid, and even no error correction is required. In this half-dream, we vaguely returned to the past.

In this set of replays of the flower season as if it were yesterday,

How much whimsical trial and error,

How many abrupt people don't know the height of the sky,

How many unspeakable teenage thoughts,

How many self-defeating Werther troubles,

How many more people have woken up with regret?

Of course, what can never be avoided is that there will always be some special fragments in this memory, gray, sour, and anxious, just like the trace of bitterness in the coffee, which is always stubbornly left between the roots of the tongue and teeth after the milky aroma, lingering for a long time, but it is always extremely resistant to aftertaste, which makes people want to stop.

However, perhaps because of this, this cup of bitter coffee is rich in layers, full of experience, and more valuable experience.

It was the end of summer, and Bible Lun Middle School was already preparing for the summer vacation, and the children who had received their grades were packing their bags and saying goodbye to school one after another. This time, the teachers were extremely nervous, arranging various safety matters during the holiday, and repeatedly telling the children to keep in touch, especially if they are traveling, they must pay attention to their own safety; At the same time, I was still worried about the latest news from the hospital.

A flight from country Y had just landed smoothly, and a pair of passengers who got off the business class hurriedly ran out of the airport terminal, got into their long-waiting luxury car, and rushed all the way to a tertiary hospital in the northern suburbs of the city.

Due to several red lights, the car was finally stopped by the traffic police. The middle-aged couple in the car tearfully told the reason, and also took out more than 30 text messages, WeChat and pictures sent by the school, proving that the situation was extremely urgent and could not afford to delay at this moment.

So they were driven by police cars and they were taken straight to the hospital. At the same time as they drove through the gate, everyone on the scene, together with the couple, witnessed their daughter fall from the sky, that last second moment.

In the evening when the ginkgo biloba leaves shake in the breeze, the glow is shining, the purple air is rising, and the beautiful sunset of the day is quietly receding.

A beautiful girl in a wide hospital gown with colored Tang makeup on her face floated down from a window upstairs and fell into the thick grass where ginkgo biloba leaves were piled up. Closely following her was a large purple-red silk peony that silently covered her slender pale neck.

On her smooth and full forehead, there is a plum-shaped crimson flower, the color has faded half-faded, which is very similar to her lip-biting makeup.

There was not a trace of pain on her face, nor was there any blood, she looked completely asleep, but with a shallow smile that she had fulfilled her wish. This smile looks clean, pure, tranquil and serene, but it is so beautiful that it is cold in the heart, and it is quite mad, making the viewer's eyes sore and unbearable.

In this world, exclamations and cries have become background sounds, and countless faces quickly poke out from each window, forming a battle of onlookers. The adults were busy, and the police car quickly whistled its horn to arrive. However, all this noise and noise is no longer related to her on the ground.

Although the sunset is reluctant, the blue sky is full of stars without a moon.

The sunset finally put away with a grinding chirping, the last weak and reluctant afterglow.

The gloom, still impatient, struck quickly, quickly regaining lost ground from the east, and soon occupied the entire sky.

Night fell, and the stars in the clear sky, forever like angel eyes that do not eat fireworks in the world, began to twinkle naughtily again, scattering the silly white sweetness of the day's cuteness and cunning.

Li Jing, the monarch of the Southern Tang Dynasty, composed a poem of "Spreading the Break-Huanxi Sha":

The incense is sold and the green leaves are left, and the west wind is worried about the green waves.

is also haggard with Shaoguang, unbearable!

The internal school magazine "Yue Linglong" of Bible Lun School has been dedicated to a whole issue, setting up a special topic to mourn her death, with an elegant cover, which is a budding ink lotus flower waiting to be released, which is classified and contains many students' contributions. Its opening chapter is this poem by Li Jing. And on the back cover of this monthly issue, a fragment of a thousand-word sacrificial essay written by a girl in the same class as this Tang makeup girl is used as the closing remarks at the end of the magazine:

This is the most common separation for ordinary people.

There is no western Yangguan who does not see the deceased, and there is no cup of turbid wine to persuade the monarch to do more;

There is no grassy long pavilion ancient road, and there is no scattered cape world.

There is no Xiaoxuan who is grooming in the window, there is nowhere to talk about desolation, and there is no thought about being unforgettable;

There is no boundless falling wood that falls down, and there is no endless Yangtze River rolling in.

And just, on a peaceful and quiet morning,

Walking on the road of turning a blind eye, we suddenly found that

There is a familiar person by my side, forever left yesterday......

The girl who fell from the building, her real name: Liu Yiyi, has just turned 16 years old, just as she is blooming, with dew and condensation, and the beginning of Shaoguang. Such a simple and beautiful life, but it ended so hastily that the dear family members were caught off guard, and the friends and teachers sighed.

Before her death, she had just entered her third year of high school at an international school called Bible Lun. The teachers all said that Liu Yiyi was a good student who was particularly worry-free, a talented woman whose academic performance was not very outstanding, who was not active or conspicuous on weekdays, who would not be criticized and rarely praised.

Because of the good family environment, she was obedient and sensible since she was a child, and her parents were very relieved, and they originally planned to let her study abroad after high school. I never expected that I was waiting for such an ending when I was about to graduate. No one knows, what the problem is?

When the case is solved, the adults find a notebook she has locked in a drawer, which contains some strange things, including: inexplicable names, symbols, numbers, and short poems, as well as some homemade dried flowers, leaves, and butterfly specimens.

After further sifting and deciphering, the secret behind those things was finally solved: it was some shorthand of writing inspiration, mostly handwritten symbols, as well as the ID accounts and login passwords of several literary websites, as well as the number of followers increasing and decreasing.

It turned out that Liu Yisheng had used "Mo Shang Meteor" as his ID number to serialize a series of novels on several literary websites, with a total reading of tens of millions, more than one million mobile fans, and many die-hard fans who enthusiastically followed, actively discussed, and faithfully maintained.

Her works are mainly time-traveling themes, and the latest novel has been stopped before it is finished, which has attracted a lot of urging and suspicion, and even abuse, curses and slander, and the language is vulgar and unsightly, and there are still people in the message area every day to ask and denounce.

The title of this work is "Linglong @ Youth", and the content is based on a middle school called "Holy Angel" as the background of the campus, and the novel depicts a large group of teenagers with different characteristics that she is familiar with. It's a pity that it came to an abrupt end near the end. Readers who don't know the truth have been waiting for the finale, until they are impatient, and some bad words have appeared.

A recent message in the comment area, "The messy canopy is flying around" wrote: Didn't you say that you won't be a eunuch or a pit? Why did you take so long for no reason? You tricked our feelings, won our trust, but you made a lot of money, and then you licked your sour face, ran away, and signed contracts with publishers and operators, right? ……

In the novel, there are so many smart, witty, erudite, brave and uninhibited sunny boys, but none of them are yourself. We don't expect you to be the God of Sleep, Sanmei, or one of Tianxin CP, even if it's just Wei Wei'an, Yu Baozhai, and Qi Yilun, at least you won't be so realistic and vulgar, and your face will be hateful.

Mo Shang Meteor, you are destined to be a passerby in the world and a scum in the world all your life.

Let's go to the, you super invincible liar who sells your reputation and deceives the world!

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Campus Literature: "Linglong in Youth", original creator: Stargazing in the White Night (Mo Shang Monk).

A. This original story is really a leisure pastime, and all kinds of plots are purely fictional.

B. Please be affectionate, why not abandon the treatment and other patients, do not catch the right child to compare the number of the seat, with the sense of the year, BLX self-deprecation is boring, in vain to increase trouble.

C. This article rejects any "reprinting, plagiarism, plagiarism" and other infringing scum behaviors without the consent of the original creator, and reserves the right to pursue its responsibility.

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