Winter this year, moved by a summer you are summer flourish of camphor, rooted in my heart. Warm. Dont know from when beginning, no end of learning seems to be fuzzy in my line of sight, even in the sight of a small moved suddenly loom, so for a long time did not tried the moved like. Dont know since when, the fast pace of life changing my attention, for detail place even with the more moved, and in the sea, my heart is only a temporary, after the wave, all calm down. Dont know since when, when guo the summer solstice not to appear in my sight, always unconsciously pick up reading, even from any page of the look, also can realize, the filar silk touches, the in the mind is like a transit
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ant, stranger. I felt again. A touching story, is always a surprise to me, I can also took pains repeatedly reading once, twice, three times, feel it is not just a simple plot environment, Id take a fancy to this novel shows a you I have never set foot on a world, in the fate of the characters in the book were beat the hand, I turn my back, tears of canthus efface remains quietly; When they laugh, I also will follow laughed. Tears in life have a laugh, this is the sense of real life, isnt it? On them from the bottom of will to climb step by step, I was thinking, I need, is their tenacious spirit? Whether you are plain sailing or muddy, as long as the stick to belong to his that a clinging, eventually will surpass themselves. When they face a difficult choice, think about it, in fact, human life is not a choice of life? Constantly thinking, continue to measure and choice, thus constantly repeating again and again to the choice of meaning is different for us. I think that such a novel, taught me, is not only these! In my heart, always looking forward to have such a novel, it can make me walk in quietly, looking back on the way, and then slowly recall of some year one day what happened, and then again because they touch the moved. I want to, "the summer solstice is not to" may be able to fill the gap! It is made of one of my favorite writer guo jingmings, when I quiet reading on the summer solstice not to, as if also from the real world, to return to their world, time seems to be passing just like that, is towards a more long in the future, or go back to the once makes me heartache of the story? In the process of reading the book, I am always a bystander, unable to touch them, also cant communicate with them, can do, also is just a witness to the fate of how the wheels rumbled toward another unknown, but they know nothing. Witnessing how they like pull puppet was playing god was black and blue all over, and unable to fight back. Also witness how they perfect deduce a slow and sad story. Life is like a changeable wind and rain, everything is unpredictable, perhaps is a moment, is enough to ones life upside down. Although Im just a bystander, but also enough to make me feeling very to cry! Meet meet, the stubborn like a proud and noble swallowtail butterfly girl, give me the deepest impression, maybe as her name, constantly meet, constantly let every one who knew her casual remember her strong. Remember to meet every time a person back to the dormitory drench the rain, she doesnt like an um
ella, the beginning is always at the door waiting to meet again, and pass a dry towel or something for her, she said a word: "perhaps know waiting for the people in their own time, people would become extraordinarily
ave." we are hard to avoid can have can not find the time to follow the direction of, this kind of circumstance, if everyone around him to give you care and love, maybe we can pick up already lose courage! A dream since I was a child, she was her first CD can appear on the album sales list, therefore, gave a lot to meet the happiness of the abandoned with boyfriend qingtian, alone to Beijing to pursue dream
avely. When leave qingtian, meet closed the door, dont look back that put a sweet past and hopeful is a door of the unknown future, she said: "if a person is nostalgia for the past, then the future will be weak." sometimes, we all live in the past memories, and could not help but sigh. In fact, since the past cant change, why not focus on the present, look to the future again? Is actually the most let me sad sad, Leon in order to best friend of small division and become the most wanted man, over the years has been living on the street when a beggar, the vigorous young face, have disappeared, he ran into the bookstore picked up a small fu department of art, unexpectedly blare of the crying, the police arrived, looked at the proud head stomp on by the police, and accompanied by a burst of tore heart crack lung of crying, I suddenly feel the cry like this around the sky over my head, wandering, wander in my ear. To cry as the end of the end, should be the most sad!!!! Whenever the Leon remembered his in prison and a small companys greatest friendship of the world, is always the torrential rain of tears, Leon should very sad! I hope like Leon said "things that did not finish, hope to have the next life, continue to complete." postｓcript: the boy, the church I grew up with that girl, the church I love they had appeared in my life And then disappear But, I dont believe that they are angels they are the most common boys and girls in the world So I have been standing under the camphor tree waiting for the so Because I believe that they will come back someday come back to me, taught me a lot more