Words are a kind of love, belonging to the past, belonging to sorrow. After the college entrance examination, I burned the text I had written for two years, thinking that I would not write anymore, but I couldn't do it, and it was very painful, and sadness and memories coexisted. Even now, when I go to self-study, I write poems inexplicably. The grades are terrible, the sky is terrible, and youth only leaves memories.

There was a desolation behind this screen name, and Lu Feng thought, "What major are you studying?" ”

"Mechatronic Engineering." After listening to Cangcheng's answer, Lu Feng was shocked: "I thought you were a Chinese major, but unfortunately I didn't go to a real university, and I haven't experienced how beautiful it is in an ivory tower." ”

"I'm not a standard university, and it's not easy for me to get a job after graduation." Cangcheng lamented. Recently, I just stayed quietly in the dormitory to watch "Grassy Years", the story of North X University, it was a feeling that I had not seen for a long time, chaotic, confused, and a little depraved. In fact, we can't learn much here, but we want to live the best years of our lives here.

"Well, but I still plan to choose a Chinese major after graduating from computer science, although it is a bit boring." Literature has always been his dream.

"But language is for experience, and it would be painful to study it. For example, I love to write poetry, but I still hover at a high level throughout my life, but I believe that there will be some real poets who will let us know that poetry is not a simple thing. ”

Cangcheng's words were so powerful, his enthusiasm for poetry made him secretly admire, Cangcheng was puzzled: Actually, I don't know what to learn specifically, I am very desperate to choose mechatronics, because now there is a shortage of electromechanical, and there will be a greater chance after graduation, but unfortunately I can't learn well. ”

"Why despair?" Lu Feng was puzzled.

"I didn't get in, I wanted to be admitted to Xi'an, but who knew that education would not allow it." Cangcheng said again: "Brother Feng Wu, I am very calm now, poetry has brought us very little, as long as we persevere, everything will be clear." Believe in the future, the index finger has long said, believe through the eyes of the dust of history. In particular, I was very moved when I watched the long story of the fish drinking coffee. ”

"Who's the fish that drinks coffee?" It was the first time Lu Feng had heard this name.

She is now a student at Tsinghua University, a freshman in her freshman year. I was the first reader of her novels, and from her words I finally knew what it meant to be more desperate than me, a girl, a journey of suffering. ”

I learned from Cangcheng's mouth that this fish often comes to the forum without a trace, and it seems that I must talk to her if I have the opportunity. Lu Feng thought for a while and said: "Brother Cangcheng, your words are still so sad, maybe you are still young, you have read all the vicissitudes of life, and you can see through the heat and coldness of the world." Anyway, I really like to read articles like yours and silently share the joys, sorrows and sorrows with you. ”

"Hehe, I like the feeling of someone to share, it's very warm."

It's warm, the days with Momiji are so warm and bright, or she wouldn't have called him one after another when he was the saddest now, reading him warm text messages and beautiful singing. Lu Feng thought secretly, and couldn't help but rummage through Yu'er's article. Looking at her "meeting too late", there was a faint pain in his heart.

Yes, if it is not too late to meet, we will not be sad, and we will not be ashamed to hold hands with you. If it is not too late to meet, we will not regret it, we will not be entangled in happiness, and we will live a simple life.

It's too late to meet! Not everyone can explain it this way, at least I don't quite believe that the phrase "it's too late to meet" will solve everything? No, have you ever thought of dropping this sentence "it's too late to meet" and let me carry it alone! Don't say I'm sorry, in fact, you have taught me a lot, and also made me understand that love is very pure, as you said, love is like crystal.

Maybe love is such a tormenting thing! It's hard to love someone, and it's hard to be loved, I understand, I understand! I just can't bear to see you so hard, just believe in a "too late meeting" for you, if it's really too late to meet, I don't want to investigate, maybe this is your fate and mine, all I can do for you is to silently wish you happiness!

Lu Feng's thoughts were surging and he was struggling. Is there really a so-called fate, no matter how hard you try, you can't change it? If love is not something that two people have, then what is? Is it really happy to see her happy with others, and she can only watch from afar? Falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved, is there really only a blessing left?

Pieces of flowers rain, faint and dark fragrance, and what fell suddenly were the tears that the flowers poured into their hearts and condensed for grief. Floating in is the fragrance of the flowers, the sigh of pursuit.

Half a month later, his father's hard work finally paid off, Lu Feng was transferred to the business center, engaged in computer printing and other related work, and at the last pre-shift meeting before leaving the housekeeping department, at the invitation of colleagues, there was a faint smile of red leaves.

Lu Feng glanced at the girl affectionately, and mustered up the courage to sing the song "Persistent for You", even if you don't understand my heartache and my fragility, I just want to be persistent for you. No matter how long it takes, I'll always be in this corner. If you look back one day, you don't have to say anything, just sit quietly and let the wind blow side by side.

The soulful and beautiful voice, coupled with the persistence and waiting in the lyrics, moved Momiji. At each intersection behind me to the left and right, how many people have been met, how many things have been met, and how much love have been met, if there is really a you in my life, I am waiting for you at the next intersection, may you be like me, there is a love at the next intersection.

That night, Momiji looked at the essay that the boy handed him before leaving, which recorded the years they had walked together, as well as the boy's persistent heart, and burst into tears.

I can't describe how sad I am now / I can only hope for the future

I can't ignore your presence / indifferent appearance to cover everything

The pain in my heart is not felt / Your prose has soothed me greatly

Joys and sorrows are the cycle of life

The acquaintance of you and me / has achieved eternal beauty

It's like a meteor piercing the silent night

A moment of sparkle / forever in the heart!

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The wind blows

Nine Heavens

Look up at the sky

Haoran Guangyu

Suddenly looking back

The heart is like water

Traceless

The wind blows without a trace – let's learn to forget. Let the wind gently smooth the scars in our hearts, let us understand the ruthlessness of the years, and let us know the cruelty of the weak. It's been a long time since I've had the upper hand on the Traceless Forum, which is his spiritual home for spiritual rest on the Internet, and every article will be a baptism of the soul.

Especially tonight, he saw the 'one-man feeling' of the trench coat, so real, as if it were right in front of him: 'I like computers, although I don't play very well.' Sometimes I will sit in front of the computer all day until my right hand holding the mouse is sore and sore, and my eyes are astringent and want to cry.

But I still don't want to leave, I think the world here is beautiful, and there is no end to what I can learn. Also, because I am immersed in the computer, my time will be very fast, and I can put my unstable thoughts on hold for a while. Although I knew in my heart that I had a lot to do, and that there were things to do that could not be done by a computer, I described my approach as numbness.

I am a person, an ordinary man, and since graduating from school, I have stepped into the society to participate in work. At that time, my heart was higher than the sky, and I was arrogant in the eyes of others, but I understood it as cool. I like to do things and think late at night, and the early hours of the morning always get me excited. I have my philosophy of life, which I developed at a very young age, that I don't care if the place I'm going to go to heaven or hell after I die, I just want to have my own life.