Quiet autumn, starry in the sky, some thoughts in my heart, missing your face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI can pretend not to see it, or I can secretly miss it, so that I can touch your wet face. -- Inscription

Autumn carries too many memories for me. I can always look back in autumn, from the farther and farther steps, to find the long-lost deep touch. In the long aftertaste, smile alone or involuntarily shed tears.

Distant thoughts

I love the blue, the rich blue of the sea, the pure blue of the sky after the rain, I am delighted. In the blue fairy tale, I weave my own dreams. In the eyes of my classmates, I was a lonely, secluded, like a lone ranger in martial arts, leaving everyone with a lonely back.

Actually, I liked a girl. Her name is Wen, quiet and easy-going. But I knew I was in love with her blue shawl and the Smurf-like purity that flowed from her eyes. Our first conversation was during a post-rain recess. I was walking in the playground by myself, but Wen, who was playing with my classmates, ran up to me. The raindrops on the blades of grass were kicked by her feet, like I was panicking. Unexpectedly, Wen fell. I couldn't react for a moment and hurriedly helped him up.

"Thank you, Li Zhixing!" Wen's face was bright.

"No, no. No. "I'm going to do it. God, she actually knew my name, it turned out that she knew me!

When I got back to the classroom, my heart almost jumped wildly. There was no reason, I filled in a poem based on Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring" and wrote a prose poem. When I got to see the two of us at the end of class, I handed her the letter and ran away. Actually, I was hiding around the corner of the classroom and secretly investigating.

At that time, I was studying at the most famous boarding school in the city. This school is known for its rigorous teaching style.

The secret is out

One weekend afternoon, we were studying for self-study when suddenly a woman shouted outside the door. We were all curious and eagerly waiting. Later, Wen greeted her. Stand in the doorway. I know the end has come.

"At a young age, I think crankily and don't study seriously, it's terrible!" Wen is the pearl of the family, she has always been very well-behaved, and her mother couldn't accept this for a while.

"Wen, who did you tell me?"

"Mom, go home. I'll tell you when I get home. This is what one of my netizens wrote, deceptive. ”

"No, I'll definitely find out who it is today. It must be from your class, don't you say yes? Okay, then your homeroom teacher must know who he is. ”

I sat down, hunched around my waist, my eyes suddenly mysterious, vague, and yet the sunlight outside was so dazzling.

The head teacher and the principal rushed to hear the news.

"Teacher Wang, can you take a look at which student's handwriting this is?" Wen's mother handed the letter to the head teacher. Mr. Wang took the letter, and the pink mass was like a cluster of flames. Mr. Wang carefully checked the workbook, and then, he glanced at all the students and said loudly, "I'm sure this is not a letter from my classmates." ”

I stared at the teacher and Wen, but suddenly my eyes were blurry. I don't know for whom the tears flowed. escaped this turmoil, but Wen was transferred to another school. Later, Wen sent a letter saying that she was sorry, and in the middle was the lyrics of "Quiet Summer", but "summer" was replaced with "autumn", and her address was attached at the end. But I didn't reply to her and didn't go to see her.

The autumn sky is cloudless and unobstructed, like a large flat piece of glass, without even the folds of threads. Discrete, no matter what kind of words it is, in fact, what is written behind it is still the helplessness and sourness of a dreamer. Yes, still sour.

Back in time

After the college entrance examination, I got the admission letter as I wished. One day, at the homeroom teacher's house, Mr. Wang said to me mysteriously, "Come, I'll give you a gift." With that, he took out a letter from the bookcase, pink. My face was red to the base of my ears, but I didn't know why. Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Boy, you can still hide it from me! I knew it was you when I saw it." I was full of gratitude, secretly admiring the teacher's wit, and the words "extinction" (the nickname given to Lao Wang by my classmates) kept popping up in my mind.

The past is gone. The memories of youth, like a piece of chocolate that has been left for a long time, slowly melt in the body temperature of the years, turning into a ball of amber, flashing with a faint echo in the deepest part of life. The branches and branches of the emotional forest of memories are full of heart-shaped fruits. And the happy times forgotten in the grove, although transparent, have never been forgotten. Because there will be no darkness in the spring of love, because you are the fairy tale of my youth.

In married life, there is a kind of touching called loving each other, there is a kind of touching called mutual affection, and there is a kind of moving called understanding and tolerance. Marriage is like a small sail sailing in the sea, sometimes the wind is calm and smooth sailing, sometimes there are storms and reefs, only by paddling the oars of tolerance, hanging the sail of understanding, and working together can we reach the other side of happiness.

When a pair of lovers, with the vigor and warmth in love, and the sweet vision of the future life, enter the marriage, they will find that in married life, the embodiment is more bland. Although love is very romantic, but marriage is very real, no matter how wonderful love is, when you wake up from a dream, you must always return to the reality of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

If love is compared to a romantic serenade of wind flowers and snow moons, then marriage is a symphony of pots and pans fate, playing the most simple music and composing the warm tune of an ordinary but intoxicating home. Love in marriage will eventually stop being mentioned often, each other is more about waiting for each other, supporting each other, it is not enough to keep love in marriage, but also to manage and maintain it with heart.

Marriage is not a one-person affair, and everyone in the marriage is responsible for the marriage. There's a punchline: "Marriage is the only alliance without a leader, but both parties consider themselves leaders." "Just imagine, a pair of men and women who meet strangers in marriage will have to go through ups and downs under the same roof for decades, and they have their own sex. When there is a personality conflict, it often brings family friction, and many families turn up a red light because of personality conflict, at this time, it is more necessary to understand and tolerate each other. Love is like water, marriage is like a cup, when love precipitates, when there are twists and turns in marriage, we should gently shake the cup and precipitate with understanding and tolerance

If marriage is compared to a car, love is the light, and tolerance, forbearance, and consideration are the oil. In a specific married life, when a man is furious, a woman's patience can defuse the war;