In the sunlit vegetable garden, I once chased a purple butterfly vigorously, and I didn't think too much about it at the time, but I simply thought it was beautiful and beautiful, so I wanted to grab it and put it in the palm of my hand to look at it carefully. Of course, the result was a failure, and it soon flew with the wind to the yard of the other family. I remember that I was very sorry and stood there and stared in the direction it was going for a long time, until my mother called me to eat......

Chasing butterflies is the joy of childhood, but chasing is the joy of life in itself, and this fun will be more vivid, lively, and unpredictable when chasing girls. Whether it's a high school teacher or a college teacher, the last and best advice for us students is to fall in love while in college.

The physical education teacher at the university said that the reason why you can't get off the list is because you lack the courage to confess, and I believe it without any doubt, I really think that chasing girls just needs courage is enough. Maybe youth is so simple, so simple that it is like clear water, and you can see the heart contained in it at a glance.

The situation in my freshman year was no better than that of Ming Feng in "Home", and I was already very wronged by being timid and not good at communicating, and the intensified aggression of others exacerbated the sadness in my heart. I also longed for ethereal love to give me comfort and pull me out of a situation of misery and sorrow, but it was difficult, no girl liked me like this, and even many girls in the class didn't know my name at all.

A desperate person will always put all his hopes on the line, just as a flooded person weighs his whole body weight on a straw. I was so mad that I saw my radio master as the light that saved me, but it caused her a great deal of trouble, and every time I heard from me there was no news, I was always plunged into a more violent restlessness, which was only in my own heart, but still so calm and kind on the surface. I've been desperately looking for a lot of topics for this, but what's the use? It's just a lot of troubles for nothing, and it's for her and it's for me. After such a long time, as my knowledge increased, I finally knew that I was my own light. But before that, there is always a long detour to take......

After that, I fell in love with a girl, a girl who could talk to me, a girl who looked good and good in my eyes. She likes to wear white clothes, so I feel that all the light in the world is emitted by her, bright and beautiful! But how dare a coward in normal times! I can only use the slight drunkenness after drinking as the biggest protective outfit, and say the things I usually dare not say unscrupulously to prove the existence of courage that I have never had.

Of course, the result was not an unexpected failure, but there was not too much cynicism, and he released his liking through the embarrassing and ordinary actions in a plain tone, and became an ordinary friend from an ordinary friend. Everything is like an empty chase, I thought it was a race walk where you chased me, but the fact was a wishful thinking. Walking to the front, out of the darkness, the white light in the sky radiated from other places, but it never blocked the light that never disappeared.

I thought I didn't have to say goodbye, but when we met in the classroom, "creation is often designed for mediocrity", so that mediocre people like me have to face their stupidity and stupidity again. One day in the hot summer class, she wore a purple dress, and when she walked, when the breeze blew the folds of the skirt, she was like a purple butterfly playing in the world. The purple butterfly in my memory seems to come from distant eternity, overlapping with her in reality, I can't tell the difference between butterflies and people like Zhuang Zhou, just the sparkling purple light in my eyes tells me the real existence.

No matter how beautiful the butterfly in my hand was, it was nothing more than a lifeless specimen, so as I had when I was a child, I could only stare blankly in the direction she was going again, only this time there was no longer the sound of my mother calling me home for dinner.