In dreams

You haven't left yet

Or you come back again

I happily put the dream

Painted with color

I haven't waited for me to say what I miss

The dream has woken up

At midnight

You're already gone

Or you have not come

I put the cigarette sadly

Spit all over the room

I haven't waited for me to resolve my regrets

It's dawn

I say this to the whole world

Already forgot about you

Dreams do not negotiate with others

He turned around and betrayed me

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"Dream Betrayed Me" - Zhang Xuan

On the Friday afternoon of the week after the snow, Zhang Mian rode his bicycle alone from Gaojia Village back to Zhangjia Village, to be exact, back to Zhangjiacun Middle School.

Zhang Mian and Teacher Xue lied that a classmate at home who hadn't been back for a long time was back and was leaving on Saturday, so they would go back early in the afternoon to talk to him more, and they scratched their hair with their hands after speaking, and Zhang Mian liked to scratch his head when he was nervous, lying, or embarrassed.

His hair is very long, because he doesn't wash his hair often, and he can't float in the wind, in the autumn, Zhang Mian will find a particularly sunny afternoon, put a newspaper in front of him, and then keep scratching his hair, and a song in the sentence "My world is starting to snow", dandruff is like flying in the sun, that scene can not be accepted by anyone except Zhang Mian himself, once Zhang Mian is artificially "making snow", his eldest sister saw it and completely subverted her worldview, from surprise to doubt that his sister only took three seconds.

According to Sister Zhang Xuan, when she saw that scene, she didn't eat that night, and her head itched for three months.

Teacher Xue agreed to this lie, because Zhang Mian didn't lie often, and he couldn't tell the difference between what he was telling and the truth like Hu Dong, and that kind of frankness could not be learned overnight.

The first snow began to melt the next day, and now only a few trees and some grass could be seen before it had time to melt, and the snow-covered land was once again truly bare, and the birds were happily moving from tree to tree, tree to sky.

How do you know how a bird is in flight?

Zhang Mian's heart has long since flown into the sky like a bird.

He was going to see Yanzi before school today and asked her for a photo, and in the last letter, Yanzi said that he would go to the photo studio to take pictures, even if he couldn't get the photos, Zhang Mian could go to Yanzi this time in the name of his classmates.

Zhang Mian and Yanzi are in the same town, they have known each other for at least five years, and they are still classmates in junior high school, but in Zhang Mian's feeling, this is not an old classmate at all.

It's all a date. After Zhang Mian arrived in Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian was no longer the same Zhang Mian as before.

Excitement and excitement infected the bicycle, just like the cartoon that Zhang Mian watched when Zhang Mian was a child, the bicycle was blessed and full of power.

Usually a 20-minute journey, Zhang Mian rode to Zhangjiacun Middle School in less than a quarter of an hour, during which Zhang Mian also copied the path to avoid running into family and acquaintances, after all, it was not the time to go home.

In Zhangjiacun Middle School, there is still unmelted snow on some of the wild grass on the playground on the right side of the east gate, and the green patent leather on the parallel bars and horizontal bars has peeled off, and some places have rusted. On the left is the farmland, in the spring is a sea of rape flowers, in the three springs of their classmates in Zhangjia Village, the swallows read in the morning among the flowers, and now that the crops have been harvested, you can still see the abandoned soybean stalks scattered messily on the side.

Zhangjiacun Middle School, Zhang Mian is back again, and there is a hint of strangeness in the familiarity, there are still many of his classmates in this school, who remember him or forget him.

Zhang Mian is not afraid of running into the teacher, Zhang Mian has no sense of existence in Zhangjiacun Junior High School, the only exception is Teacher Liu, who opened the game room, he is very blue-eyed to Zhang Mian, and every physics exam is for him to pass.

Finally stayed up until the second class of Zhangjiacun Middle School in the afternoon, when the bell rang, Zhang Mian's heart also mentioned his throat, he pretended to be calm and found the class where the swallow was, and saw the swallow sitting in the second row of the classroom at a glance outside the classroom.

Yanzi was wearing a white cotton jacket, in fact, Zhang Mian really couldn't remember what clothes she was wearing that day, but in Zhang Mian's memory, Yanzi had a white cotton jacket, Yanzi quietly looked down at the book, his neck was so white, Yanzi was so young and beautiful, Zhang Mian felt that his vision was particularly good, and he fell in love with Yanzi at a glance in the crowd.

Zhang Mian shouted a swallow at the door of the classroom, and the swallow looked up and found that it was Zhang Mian, and her face turned red inexplicably.

After Zhang Mian finished shouting this swallow, he waited under a tree not far from the classroom. He didn't even bring any gifts this time, just according to Yanzi's reply, maybe Yanzi just said it casually.

When Yanzi came back from the classroom, every step forward was like stepping on Zhang Yan's heart, making him nervous and breathless.

Yanzi seems to have grown taller, there are several clearly visible freckles on her fair face, at that time they were all without makeup, according to the current aesthetics, Yanzi is the kind of intellectual woman.

The swallow who walked in smiled at Zhang Xuan, the swallow's eyes were not big, and she smiled very charmingly.

"You, how are you doing?"

"Okay, how are you doing at Gaojiacun Middle School?"

"It's not much good or bad, the foundation is too poor, and it's hard to study a lot of courses, that, have you taken pictures?"

"It's photographed, it's just not good-looking," after saying this, the swallow's face was red like a ripe persimmon, in fact, the most vivid image was that the swallow blushed like a drunken Zhang Xuan.

The blushing swallow is so beautiful, just like the shyness of the cool breeze like a water lotus.

After saying that, she took out a white paper bag from her pocket like a trick, and sealed it with duct tape.

"You go back and see, I'll go back first." Yanzi put the white paper bag in Zhang Xuan's hand and walked quickly into the classroom.

Holding a white paper bag with a photo of the swallow in his hand, Zhang Mian watched the back of the swallow enter the classroom in front of him.

This back is the back that has been lingering in Zhang Mian's mind, the back in memory overlaps with the back in reality, Zhang Mian doesn't know that the back is more real.

Sure that the swallow had disappeared from his eyes, Zhang Mu involuntarily put the white paper bag under his nose and smelled it, there was a faint fragrance.

When Swallow is loading photos, is she as attentive as she is reading? Is her head down, her hair scattered to the side, and the bare white nape of her neck, which makes people want to go forward and hug her from behind, and then put her face against the back of her smooth neck.

Zhang was stunned for a while, put the white paper bag in his arms, and rode his bicycle out of the gate of Zhangjiacun Middle School.

He was so excited that he almost hit someone.

"Waiting to be reincarnated." The man who almost bumped into him scolded Zhang.

"Don't bother with you fools." Zhang Mian's excitement and excitement at this time belonged to him alone, and in the eyes of others, he was a nameless and excited young man.

Zhang Mian rode his bicycle like Gaojiacun Middle School and galloped away

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Many years later, when Zhang Mian first knew the poem "If life is only as first seen", he was amazed like many people, and Zhang Mian knew that this poem came from the genius poet Nalan Rongruo's "Magnolia Flower Order, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words", the full poem is as follows:

If life is only as it first sees,

What's the autumn wind sad painting fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts,

But the old way is that people's hearts are fickle.

Lishan language is half a night,

Tears and rain rain bell will not complain in the end.

What a lucky brocade Lang,

Wishing on the day of the wings.

Nalan Rongruo died in the spring of the twenty-fourth year of Kangxi, that is, in May of the year when the poem was written, it can be regarded as a real decisive word, and he died in the best season, and the poems that circulated warmed people who believed in love.