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The breeze passed, and the wind chimes hanging in the air of the hut swayed with the wind. This is a special wind chime, it is said to be special because it is a wind chime, swaying with the wind but "speechless", but it carries a sad and soft past...

My puberty came early, but there was no trace of cultivation, just let it ferment in my heart. Because everything has to make way for the dream in the heart, I am afraid that the slightest indulgence will be like a floodgate, and it will not be able to be controlled. However, when I was nineteen years old, just as the "black July" was approaching, my emotional world bloomed into a beautiful little flower, although it was only a flash in the pan, but it was amazing. Dickinson once said in a poem: Wait for an hour, too long, if there is love, it is just after this; Waiting for 10,000 years is not long, if there is love, as a reward for this waiting. Min'er is the girl next door, and without warning, she intrudes into my long-sealed world of feelings, causing my feelings to collapse.

The beginnings of love stories are often hazy and beautiful. In that rainy season, our love grows and sprouts quietly in our hearts like silent seeds. My first love wasn't perfect, but it wasn't romantic either. I still remember that afternoon, when the clouds were thick, shrouding the wilderness, and passers-by were in a hurry, but I was complacent, because this was about to rain my long-awaited "sweet rain". I carried the umbrella that I had prepared a long time ago, held it up for Min'er, walked hand in hand in the rain, and enjoyed the warmth under the umbrella, and I got my wish that time. Thank God for the romantic opportunity I have created. "I knew you would come," Min'er smiled happily like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er casually handed over an item, "This is for you." "A heart-shaped wind chime made of lots of beautiful pink flowers." I spent a couple of nights doing it specifically for you. "Happiness flows like a trickle of water in my heart. Since then, I've been keeping it in my sights, watching it fall asleep and watch it wake up.

Occasionally, Min'er and I walk in the evening when the sun sets and the sun sets, we hold each other comfortably, enjoy the dreamy love among the trees covered by the sunset, and look forward to a better future. However, the good times did not last long, and Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Crane City", woo woo...... She's leaving me.

The night before we left, we met and looked at each other in silence. I don't know what to say, and I don't know where to start. Just hugged each other gently and kissed gently, who knew that this gentle kiss without a sense of direction turned out to be the "absolute kiss" of this poignant love. That sleepless night, not to kiss the fragrance and leave lips, but to be afraid of the arrival of dawn, afraid that the delicate figure is about to leave me, afraid that the fragile line of love will not be able to withstand the destruction of the wind of time and break. But what should come will still come, what should go will still go, Min'er is a train at one o'clock in the afternoon, and that morning has become a blank in my life, like a white horse passing by, flashing. When I packed my bags (Min'er's, of course) and saw her off, our tears were sprinkled all over the way to the train station, cherishing each other, saying goodbye to each other, remembering each other, and treating each other again. The train going east pulled away everything that had been, and the kite thread that maintained love was finally torn off in torment, and it couldn't stand the polish of distance like clichéd love. Although, almost every day, I can receive letters from Min'er, in which she misses me, I always feel that this miss is like a misty smoke, which can be seen and cannot be grasped, and the relationship is sentenced to life. I always felt that Min'er didn't love me anymore, and I proposed to Min'er to break up......

My first love was unforgettable and youthful. My first love began in a haze, ended in an inferiority complex, seemed to touch an angel's wings from panic, and fell into the abyss from destruction. I love sensual love. Because sensual beauty is dynamic, rational beauty is static, if there is more rationality and less sensibility in love, and the two have to be well balanced, there will never be eternal love. Just like the wind chimes floating in the wind, they are still swaying with the wind, perfect as ever, but they are only wind chimes that imply sadness, and they no longer have that subtlety and charm......

That night, Min'er had an early dinner, and we met for a walk, chat, and a walk. The sun has long since lost its shadow, and the colorful glow of the west is full of red, and Min'er and I seem to be in a fairyland. Gently holding Min'er's hand, those hands were like congealed fat, slender and lubricated, I had never seen such a hand in my life, Min'er's head was buried in my shoulder, and I walked comfortably like this. At that moment, the world seemed redundant, and the two of us were the whole world. Min'er's face was full of happiness, and her pink face was like a blooming peach blossom. What college entrance examination, what university, everything is gone with the clouds in the western sky, and there is no trace. The mountain town is very small, there is not much to go, needless to say, just the tacit understanding in the bottom of my heart

That's enough. Min'er and I walked slowly along the mountain road, as the sunset slowly faded, the hill was slightly hazy, the wind blew, a little cool, Min'er and I hugged each other tightly. Shenglin Pagoda stands lonely and lonely on the top of Nanshan, losing the smile and hustle and bustle of the day. Min'er and I climbed up the stairs and up the handrails, one and two floors...... We counted the steps under our feet, and we were at the highest point of the mountain town. With the hazy night, the mountain city is full of shadows. The cool breeze was blowing, Min'er's clothes were fluttering, and her slender and petite body was curled up in my arms. We admired the beautiful night mountain town together and looked forward to a better future. At that moment, happiness flowed in the blood of my whole body, and I don't know where the poor boy got that blessing.

The train stopped at that small station, where I would part ways with Min'er. Actually, Min'er never appeared, but I imagined that Min'er would continue to move from here that day and leave me. Few people got off at the small station, and it was sparse. I'm like a defeated rooster, unable to lift the slightest bit of spirit. Transfer to a minibus, and after several bumps and turns, it is considered home. My hometown is located in a mountain col, a small village with 100 families, and there are hardly any people on the street. I was born here. Seeing my parents' aged bodies, my heart was sour, and I knew that I had failed them, their full hopes, and their hardships of snatching food in the snow in the cold wind. The people in the mountains have no dreams, and all their hope in life is that their children can break through the mountains of many obstacles and never live the same life as them again. During that time, I was hovering in guilt and loss, even though I knew everything, my heart of waiting for Min'er's letter every day still couldn't change, as if that was my life. Min'er understands me, and letters are full of thoughts about me, and I have tears in my eyes every time I read them, and the man's tears can't resist the parting of his first love.??

That night Min'er said that she liked me and was willing to be my girlfriend, my heart was flustered, rubbing my palms, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to face Min'er, in my heart, Min'er is as beautiful as a white cloud floating in the sky. Holding her hand and jumping over the little puddles, as if that was all I could do. The first time I held Min'er's hand, I knew that a woman's hand could grow like that, with slender fingers, round and full nails, and delicate and smooth skin, as if it had just been soaked in milk. At that moment, I felt that I had the most beautiful love in the world, the most beautiful hands, and I felt that I was the happiest. Looking at Min'er's departing back, until she was completely hidden in that hateful door, she didn't come to her senses.

Some things are predestined, no one knows when it will happen, and Min'er's appearance and departure are things I never expected. She was given to me by Heaven and sent by Heaven to punish her. Although there is no joy of being together without the sorrow of separation, no one likes to be separated. I look forward to receiving Min'er's letter every day, but I know that the letter is a scimitar full of happiness piercing my heart. Every time I received a letter, my heart doubled by one point. At this time, I always want to look at the wind chimes swaying in the wind, thinking about what Min'er in the distance is doing at the moment. It seems that Min'er is right in front of me and has never left, but at this time, longing has become a beautiful torment, and the wind chimes have become my only spiritual sustenance for Min'er.

The wind swept up the dark clouds, and in an instant the rain poured down. It's been a heavy rain for a long time, and it's raining hard and comfortably. I rushed into the rain, and I felt that the rain washed over my face and let the rain wreak havoc on my body. I shed tears mixed with this rain, maybe it was tears of remorse, maybe it was tears of sadness, maybe it was tears of grievance after my father's scolding...... Anyway, I have fallen into the name of Sun Mountain, and the gold list is untitled.

It's been a year since we broke up to see Min'er again. Her long hair is fluttering, and she is still so beautiful and delicate, but she is a little more mature in her innocence. I know she's no longer the Min'er I am. Walking on that mountain road again, there is no longer the joy and comfort of the past, and I only feel that the short road has been walked for a long time. Min'er stopped chattering, we just walked quietly, reliving everything that had happened in our hearts. Min'er finally spoke, "Do you remember this sunny forest?" It once witnessed our love, and we made a promise here that the mountains and the sea swore and the sea withered and the rocks rotten. "Time seems to have traveled to the past, the sunset is shining, the afterglow of the sunset, warm, and it is useless to say much at that moment." Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first. "I know our fate is over.

The scattered wind chimes have long been scattered fragments, and I don't know when, and somehow, the wind chimes are already scattered. Once upon a time it woke me up, fell asleep with me, and spent many long, lonely nights with me. The wind chimes are speechless, only a thousand lines of tears. That day, I just aimlessly accompanied Min'er on the path I had walked, and no one knew why. Thoughts are messy, and the camera shuttles. I still remember a few days after she left, and her birthday was approaching, I went to the department store in the mountain city, and used the poor boy's only savings to buy a couple watch, and calculated the time to send it to the "crane city" where she was. Min'er clearly still had the watch on her wrist, but I didn't have the courage to look at it.

With my face facing the loess and my back to the sky, the curved backs of my parents flashed in my mind from time to time. I knew that going to school for the children in the mountains was the only way to get out of the mountains, and I didn't know how to save a few months of "food rations" for my parents

”。 With gray hair, waiting silently, waving my hands to send each other off, I can't bear to let my parents down again. You can only hide love in your heart. I sent Min'er home early that day, and I knew that we would say goodbye and never see each other again, because I was afraid that I would not be able to control the fire that was still burning in my heart.

After graduating from college and returning to her hometown, I heard that Min'er was married and a mother, so I don't know if she was happy. I also have my own love. The wind chimes are long gone, only the shadow of Min'er's parting still lingers in my mind, and sometimes I wonder if Min'er really exists, or if it's just a beautiful and sentimental dream woven by myself.

The breeze passed, and the wind chimes hanging in the air of the hut swayed with the wind. This is a special wind chime, it is said to be special because it is a wind chime, swaying with the wind but "speechless", but it carries a sad and soft past...

My puberty came early, but there was no trace of cultivation, just let it ferment in my heart. Because everything has to make way for the dream in the heart, I am afraid that the slightest indulgence will be like a floodgate, and it will not be able to be controlled. However, when I was nineteen years old, just as the "black July" was approaching, my emotional world bloomed into a beautiful little flower, although it was only a flash in the pan, but it was amazing. Dickinson once said in a poem: Wait for an hour, too long, if there is love, it is just after this; Waiting for 10,000 years is not long, if there is love, as a reward for this waiting. Min'er is the girl next door, and without warning, she intrudes into my long-sealed world of feelings, causing my feelings to collapse.

The beginnings of love stories are often hazy and beautiful. In that rainy season, our love grows and sprouts quietly in our hearts like silent seeds. My first love wasn't perfect, but it wasn't romantic either. I still remember that afternoon, when the clouds were thick, shrouding the wilderness, and passers-by were in a hurry, but I was complacent, because this was about to rain my long-awaited "sweet rain". I carried the umbrella that I had prepared a long time ago, held it up for Min'er, walked hand in hand in the rain, and enjoyed the warmth under the umbrella, and I got my wish that time. Thank God for the romantic opportunity I have created. "I knew you would come," Min'er smiled happily like a blooming peach blossom. Min'er casually handed over an item, "This is for you." "A heart-shaped wind chime made of lots of beautiful pink flowers." I spent a couple of nights doing it specifically for you. "Happiness flows like a trickle of water in my heart. Since then, I've been keeping it in my sights, watching it fall asleep and watch it wake up.

Occasionally, Min'er and I walk in the evening when the sun sets and the sun sets, we hold each other comfortably, enjoy the dreamy love among the trees covered by the sunset, and look forward to a better future. However, the good times did not last long, and Min'er's family found a job for her in the distant "Crane City", woo woo...... She's leaving me.

The night before we left, we met and looked at each other in silence. I don't know what to say, and I don't know where to start. Just hugged each other gently and kissed gently, who knew that this gentle kiss without a sense of direction turned out to be the "absolute kiss" of this poignant love. That sleepless night, not to kiss the fragrance and leave lips, but to be afraid of the arrival of dawn, afraid that the delicate figure is about to leave me, afraid that the fragile line of love will not be able to withstand the destruction of the wind of time and break. But what should come will still come, what should go will still go, Min'er is a train at one o'clock in the afternoon, and that morning has become a blank in my life, like a white horse passing by, flashing. When I packed my bags (Min'er's, of course) and saw her off, our tears were sprinkled all over the way to the train station, cherishing each other, saying goodbye to each other, remembering each other, and treating each other again. The train going east pulled away everything that had been, and the kite thread that maintained love was finally torn off in torment, and it couldn't stand the polish of distance like clichéd love. Although, almost every day, I can receive letters from Min'er, in which she misses me, I always feel that this miss is like a misty smoke, which can be seen and cannot be grasped, and the relationship is sentenced to life. I always felt that Min'er didn't love me anymore, and I proposed to Min'er to break up......

My first love was unforgettable and youthful. My first love began in a haze, ended in an inferiority complex, seemed to touch an angel's wings from panic, and fell into the abyss from destruction. I love sensual love. Because sensual beauty is dynamic, rational beauty is static, if there is more rationality and less sensibility in love, and the two have to be well balanced, there will never be eternal love. Just like the wind chimes floating in the wind, they are still swaying with the wind, perfect as ever, but they are only wind chimes that imply sadness, and they no longer have that subtlety and charm......

There will never be eternal love. Just like the wind chimes floating in the wind, they are still swaying with the wind, perfect as ever, but they are only wind chimes that imply sadness, and they no longer have that subtlety and charm......

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