My first love

I think I am a sentimental person who is easily infected by the environment and touched the scene. Especially in the sentimental June, I often remember many beautiful past events and a kind of good wishes and sustenance will breed from the bottom of my heart. The mood is like the weather. Siyi penetrated into the dense air, just like a vine, and extended to the blooming season. The summer of that year was particularly beautiful. I was eighteen years old. Jiao, still in the second grade, she came to her grandmother’s house in the countryside from the city. Her grandmother and my family were neighbors. Rural people are used to walking with their neighbors. The first impression she gave me was love to laugh. Laughing is as comfortable as the spring breeze. Neat white teeth, clear eyes. Light pink coat, graceful. In my opinion, she is pure like the lotus in the lotus pond. Young Heart is easy to give birth to hazy favor, I am to Jiao. Self-abasement heart is often self-made high, and Jiao pure drive straight. One day, she handed me a note slightly shyly and ran away. I know you are very talented. I hope you can teach me how to draw. If I like you, will you ignore me? The first love always makes people yearn for and escape, just like dragonflies with water, and also like to swing; It is distant and near, as if it is detached. There was a small river outside the village, which later became the place where we talked about each other’s thoughts. Most of the time, we meet at the same time by the small river, which is tacit to each other. I like to listen to the turbulent sound of the river, just like telling enamored that the river is clear and clear. Colorful river pebbles seem to be the feelings of teenagers. The evening sun shines on the land of the village, and we sit on the meadow by the river. We tell jokes, talk about ideals, sometimes throw a few stones into the river in silence, sometimes share with each other the small troubles and happiness of growth, the relationship is subtle and happy, and the time is always too fast. If you are not satisfied, you will be called home by an adult. Then we walked separately, all the way full of nostalgia and thoughts. The weather in summer is uncertain. At night, there are always some sad thoughts that make me toss and turn. XINGX blinked, the air was filled with the smell of romantic, and I had an impulse to write poetry. It is said that the first love is immature, at least we enjoy that kind of beauty. Others say that first love is a beautiful mistake. At least love at that age can hardly be approved by all parents. My mother reminded me indiscriminately: you should focus on your study now, and it is not too late to fall in love again when you are promising in the future. I blushed for a while. I don’t blame her in my heart. On the contrary, I also thank her for appreciating me and bringing me happiness. But there seems to be some truth in mother’s words. And at that time, puppy love was basically rejected in the concept of all adults. Later, we came to the small River together, talked and laughed together, and were silent together. Just mixed with tangled emotions. Finally one day, under the shade of the river, she handed me a personal portrait and told me that I would go back to the city tomorrow. The school address was on the back of the photo, hoping I could write to her. For the first time, I taught her like a big brother: you must study hard. In fact, I have nothing to do. If you like, let’s wait another ten years. Her tears came out of her eyes. For the first time, she felt that she was so unrequited that time passed so fast. Ten years was only a moment. The more chaotic the thought is, the more eager it is to be simple. Where are you now? The promise ten years ago naturally became a blank contract. Looking at my lovely son and thinking about my virtuous wife, I couldn’t help but be touched for a thousand times to dilute everything. However, my first love, like Venus with broken arms, has become a work of art in my heart. First love does not understand love. Yes, the world is not perfect, but perfect is not beautiful. Love is not only the beauty of wind, flower and snow night, nor the romance under the spring and moon. Love is firewood, oil and salt, love is turn the other cheek. Love is responsibility! Treasure the first love, cherish the present possession. Jiao, if you can hear it, I hope you are better than me.

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