When I got home, I took out the notebook and wanted to write a small note on the title page to record the origin of the notebook.

Who knows, I saw a page of beautiful and powerful small print, and wrote a frontispiece.

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The wind blows coldly and coldly blows the cherry blossoms by the river,

Petals by petals were sprinkled on the muddy ground.

I can't see the sigh,

I can't see crying,

Only faintly bleak.

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Sitting alone on the stone under the cherry blossom tree,

The cold after the rain,

Can't resist the chill in my heart,

There is only heart-wrenching sentimentality.

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Perhaps, a casual touch of wind and rain,

Let that soft pink,

Falling into the Abyss,

It gradually turned gray and yellow.

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I really want to take care of the only remaining beauty,

can be the result of greenhouse cultivation,

The most fragile.

Only experience,

to know more about the wind and rain,

Face strong.

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I bowed my head,

Whispering to the cherry blossoms under the tree:

Don't be afraid,

next year

You will be,

The most beautiful view!

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After reading this little poem, I actually had some tears in my eyes. Between the lines, my sadness and encouragement to me are all written between the lines. I couldn't help but write down my current feelings with my heart beside me: scattered into mud and turned into poetry.

At this moment, I deeply felt that Xiao Ranzi, he understood me. He was pampering me and treating me with all his heart.

These lines of small words are touching and warm...... However, why does this word become more and more familiar the more you look at it? Where have you seen it? For a moment, I couldn't remember anything. I just think that this font is not the font that Xiao Ranzi uses to write homework on weekdays.

I quickly took out his homework book and compared it. Sure enough, to write this little poem, he deliberately changed a word. Unexpectedly, this boy, who looks rough on the surface, is so delicate in the details.

The wind outside the house is getting stronger and stronger, and the branches of the trees are blown against the wall by the wind, and there will be a clanging sound. Like a roaring beast, struggling with its neigh.

At this moment, the sky is getting dark.

I was a little scared in my heart, and I was always a little scared when I was alone in an empty dormitory building. This building is full of students, and the holidays are basically gone, and there are probably not many people in the whole building. On the first floor, I was the only one left.

I quickly turned on the light in the room and let the brightness drive away the fear in my heart.

I closed the window and closed the curtains, and I felt much more at ease.

The new notebook was still lying on the bed, and I pulled out the box under the bed, ready to put it in. As a result, I saw the useless study materials at a glance, and suddenly remembered that there was still a card in it. It was a card that appeared on my desk for no apparent reason, and I never knew who put it there. Thinking about it now, my heart is pounding.

What's the situation? What am I worried about? What am I afraid of? Even if that card was written by Xiao Ranzi, so what?

Taking a deep breath, he nervously took out the card, but he didn't dare to open it. I was about to sweat when I pinched it in my hand, so I made up my mind, slowly opened it, and secretly looked at the contents inside:

On that day, the sky was blue and the clouds were white,

I walk down the road, looking back at you.

You can't see me, but I only see you.

Thank you and I for meeting each other, and I hope that in the future, the years will no longer be lonely.

Reading this passage again is very different from the beginning.

I can deeply feel the mood of the writer at that time, and I can even associate his expression. Why is it so empathetic? Is it because I know this is Xiao Ranzi?

These two paragraphs of words are the same font, including the temperament revealed between the lines, which are the same.

At this moment, Xiao Ranzi has completely changed in my heart. The daily debauchery and informality have become a cover and concealment of his true self. He, like me, keeps everything in his heart.

No wonder Xiao Ranzi is so unreserved about my doting, at the beginning of our acquaintance, he had given me his heart, but I didn't know.

Thank you, Xiao Ran...... I can't give you anything in return, I can only let this gratitude be kept in my heart. Forgive me for my selfishness, I don't want to upset the existing balance between us yet, I love the warmth and the feeling of being cared for, can you forgive me? I'm sorry, but I can only silently apologize in my heart.

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On the weekend, my dad was at home, and it was another happy day for me.

At lunchtime, my father said to my stepmother, "I want to discuss something with you?" ”

The stepmother looked at her father with a smile: "Well, you can talk about it first." ”

Dad put down his chopsticks, helped his stepmother fill a bowl of soup, and put it in front of her, "Well, I want to ...... I won't take a vacation for the Chinese New Year this year, and I'm on duty at the unit, okay? ”

When the stepmother heard this, her face immediately became unhappy, she didn't clip the dishes, she didn't eat the rice, put down the soup bowl she had just picked up, looked at her father, and asked seriously, "Why?" ”

Dad smiled and said, "Oh, don't be angry." Because there was no one on duty for the Chinese New Year this year, Xiao Liu, who was on duty in previous years, was going home to get married this year, so ...... I just want to be on duty at the unit. The leader said that the person on duty would be given three times his salary, plus a reward of 1,000 yuan. In this way, you can get a month's salary for one week on duty. ”

The stepmom rolled her eyes, "Sounds like the treatment is good, but ......"

"Oh, don't worry, it's more practical for us to take the money. It doesn't matter if I'm at home when I'm young, you can do whatever you want, there's no one in the unit, if you want to come, you can do it. ”

"What's the point of your unit, we don't even have a place to eat." The stepmother said unhappily.

"No, I can keep the small stove in the canteen for the New Year, and we can just cook by ourselves." We have a TV to watch in the conference room, and there is a table tennis game to play, which is also very good. ”

"Cut, I'm too troublesome, I'm too lazy to go." As soon as the stepmother's voice fell, the younger sister said to the stepmother: "I'm going to go, I'm going, if my father doesn't come back for the New Year, I'm going to go to my father's unit to play, I like it." ”

The stepmother looked at her sister helplessly and said to her father: "Look, Yingying is reluctant to let you be on duty, otherwise, forget it." It's a lot of money, and it's a bit reluctant. ”

"Yingying, usually Dad only comes back once a week when he goes to work, and it's the same for the New Year, don't worry too much, Dad hasn't come back for a long time, you and your mother and sister are at home, you can be happy during the New Year, okay?" Over the years, my father has been honest with Yingying and me, it is really a bowl of water, and he has never been biased, if he wants to say biased, it can only be an eccentric sister. After all, she is young, and, because she is not her father's biological child, in order to avoid her stepmother's opinions, she must be better to her sister.

Actually, I am reluctant in my heart, but I never participate in any decisions made by adults, and always nod in agreement, even if I am reluctant, I will not say.

When my sister heard her father say this, she pulled her father's arm and coquettishly said: "Dad, then you have to come back on vacation, otherwise I will miss you." Dad smiled and agreed to her, and looked at the stepmother again, and the stepmother nodded, and the matter was settled.

I've always wondered how my sister has such a good relationship with my dad. Her own biological father, she never mentions. Perhaps, at that time, she was too young to know what biological or non-biological is, only that her father was good to her, and she was his daughter.

I envy my sister for having such innocence, and in her small heart, her life is at least happy. Take a hundred plating of the latest chapter of "I cook green plums and wait for you to come to the Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.