Classic quotations from "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrive"

That boy taught me to grow

Which girl taught me to love

They once appeared in my life

Then again Disappear

However, I don’t believe they are angels

They are the most ordinary boys and girls in the world

So I have been standing like this under the camphor tree Waiting

Because I believe that they will come back one day

Come back to me and teach me to do more things

Those Boys taught me how to grow, and those girls taught me how to love.

The alternation of shadow and shadow makes time go faster.

Smiling silently and then crying hypocritically

In the dream, many people were smiling, and their faces were full of bright happiness.

Fu Xiaosi leaned over the handlebar of the car, with loud music playing in his headphones. A man inside kept humming something like "They say nothing last for ever..." It was like a vague murmur in a dream, but it was accompanied by a vigorous accompaniment, like those who were standing in a noisy train station. Flute man. They stood in the hustle and bustle and turned the dusk into silence, turned the crowd into birds, turned time into the past, and turned the past into memories.

The whirring sound of the fan above the head became louder and louder. Lixia felt that the temperature was still very hot. October should be considered autumn. It seemed that both male and female autumn tigers were very powerful.

An inch of time, a carat of diamonds

Fu Xiaosi unlocked the bicycle, pushed it out of the shed, and just stepped on it. When he looked up, he saw heavy snow falling from the sky. Those pure The white color looked particularly quiet and soft in the dusk. For a moment, the entire Asakawa No. 1 Middle School was so quiet that there was no sound. Only the snow scattered all over the sky and the ground, and the goose feathers fell on the playground, the grass, and the lake. , on the horizontal bar, on the roof of the canteen, on the red track, the ground is raised inch by inch. After a while, Fu Xiaosi's hair was covered with snowflakes, which looked particularly crystal clear against his black hair. Fu Xiaosi straddled the bicycle and forgot to walk, looking up at the snow with great interest. In the gradually darkening twilight, Fu Xiaosi's eyes became radiant, like the polar star always hanging high behind the dark clouds.

The yellow leaves seemed to roll up the mountain in an instant, and the surroundings of Asakawa began to change colors day by day, from dark green in midsummer, to grass green in late summer, to light yellow in early autumn, until now yellow surrounds the entire place. Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.

Lixia’s hand stretched out to close the window stopped in the air. The snow outside the window filled every gap between heaven and earth, covering Lixia’s eyes. Lixia closed her eyes slightly and saw the most perfect world. This is the first snow in 1995.

She turned back and saw that in the dimly lit hall, the eyes of Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang were shining brightly, shining white like stars. There were pious and longing expressions on their faces, and the arc of their heads showed a moving and respectful solemnity.

When I looked out the window again, winter was already deep. No more morning jogs or physical education classes. The snow never melted again. The bedroom is getting colder and colder, and Yingying's way of getting up now has changed from stretching one leg out to exposing one eye to feel the temperature. Lu Zhiang has completely entered the hibernation stage and sleeps 80% of the time in class. Your eyes become dull even when you're not sleeping, and he won't answer you until three minutes after you say a word to him. Fu Xiaosi, on the other hand, looked very energetic in the winter. Li Xia felt that there seemed to be a slight edge in him, especially in the cold climate of winter, like a sharpened sword. Li Xia still bought magazines with priest columns every month from the bookstore at the school entrance, and the priests' paintings in them began to be filled with snowy scenes. The large tracts of white are treated with a sacred meaning.

When I opened the window at the beginning of summer, I found that the snow had begun to melt, and green buds had sprouted on some trees.

She turned her head and wanted to say thank you to Fu Xiaosi, but when her eyes fell on Fu Xiaosi's painting, she couldn't take it back.

The smile froze on his face in the first second. Weeds spread over the barren hillsides.

The arc of the smile changed in the second second. Sadness covered his face, and the tide surged.

An expression will be exchanged for one year, a smile will be exchanged for another ten years, and a hug that looks rough but full of power due to youth and inexperience will be exchanged for a lifetime.

Standing there every day watching the sun rise and then set blankly, the shadows shorten and then lengthen, the grass and trees are lush and then wither, this feeling...should be very lonely, right?

When I asked him why he suddenly stopped studying, he smiled and answered me that it was because he felt that life seemed very short and he wanted to do something that made him happy, so he didn’t want to study any more. . At that time, I suddenly fell in love with the way he spoke, smiling and full of courage. I have always liked brave and strong people, because only such people can stand upright in the world.

In fact, birthday is just one day in a year.

What a majestic power it is to sing with your whole life. Singing can really give people courage and make them brave, as long as the person singing is full of power.

Summer is almost over. A long sleepy, psychedelic summer.

Time reverses into red morning mist, and day and night gradually divide into equal parts

I begin my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with eyes closed and ears covered

Cheering with tears

If I can’t see you, I can’t see the whole world

Darkness is like a tide swallowing tens of billions of planets. Large swaths of sunflowers died. Migratory birds flocked to the funeral.

One heavy voyage after another with no end in sight.

Who waved his hand expressionlessly and then isolated himself from the world?

What is silent is your reluctance. And your pale profile.

The world has never woken up, it is sleeping quietly under the collar of your shirt

It just flies by. The beard instantly pierced the skin of the lips. Youth flies its flag high and hunts the wind.

It turns out that you have grown up long ago and become a king wearing a crown

But I thought you were still a pale little prince

They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will always be the fox who has been waiting for love

When the swallow returns in a hurry with green in its mouth in the coming year

Do you Still bowing my head under the camphor like the summer when I was 17 years old

Then met me

In that long, psychedelic, never-ending summer.

The whole summer was still normal, nothing was wrong. There are still many young boys and girls going swimming in groups. The bright sunshine is reflected in the large swimming pool, the young smiles and the bubbling Coke with ice, and how much green love is produced in the midsummer. The air-conditioning in the entire city is still turned on so much that people in the movie theater can even catch a cold. The real estate agent in the community still smiles brightly every day. All time passes quietly. But what exactly is it? Let this hot summer vacation filled with incandescent light become slow and lengthy, with a drowsy heat, crawling over the eyelids heavily.

I was still angry, so I kept on riding. The camphor blurred into pieces of elongated green with rough edges and swished back from the side. Because my mind was full of thinking about the spectacular scene of beating that kid to the ground and grieving his hatred, I didn't pay attention and almost bumped into someone when I turned the corner.

Fu Xiaosi even felt that he had gone through a long hibernation. He got up lazily and felt weak. It seemed that there was still heavy snow outside the window, but when he opened his eyes, it was already August.

The world is silent, as quiet as being filled with water.

Lu Zhiang was sitting in the middle of the road, his legs innocently bent and stretched in front of him because they were too long. The setting sun was setting behind him, and his back was covered with a layer of furry brilliance. There were no vehicles passing by and no pedestrians. Only the tall camphor trees on both sides of the road exuded the rich smell of leaves. His head was lowered, his hair covering his clear eyebrows, but he could still see a sudden drop of water stain on the white cement road.

Fu Xiaosi suddenly felt pain in his heart, because in the collision of those camphor leaves stacked one on top of another, in the soft sound of the treetops rustling like the ocean tide, in the thousands of clear or fuzzy sounds, Here, he heard Lu Zhiang's words that were so light that they were almost invisible. He said slowly and with a tearful tone: "Xiao Si, actually, I have seriously thought about how sad it will be to walk down the road from now on."

The days just disappeared one by one, with the unique silence before death, huge and powerless. The world suddenly turned into a brilliant fruit, but there was a worm in the core that was slowly eating away at the core, biting the empty core and flesh bit by bit, gradually approaching the peel. Before that sharp bite that broke through the peel, the world was still shiny and shiny, with only the rustling sound of nibbling spreading dully bit by bit from the center of the world.

The setting sun hit her hair, which was slightly gray, and her back arched in a heart-wrenching arc.

Fu Xiaosi closed his eyes, and then heard the wind coming and going freely in the high blue sky. The sound of the wind traveled to more distant places one after another. He thought that these sudden pains could only be healed by time. Will the idiot who has been through such pain become braver or become more vulnerable to injury?

Xiaosi once told me a story about an angel, but I have forgotten the details. But I still remember that the story probably means that everyone has an angel who has been guarding him/her. If this angel feels that your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will incarnate into Someone around you may be your friend, your lover, your parents, or a stranger you have only met once. These people quietly appear in your life and accompany you through life. After a short period of happy time, he left quietly. Then you will have happy memories in your life. Even if your road is full of wind and snow in the future, you can still think of the happy things in the past, and you can still be brave. So those who left us silently are actually angels who have returned to heaven, such as those friends who left, those strangers who once helped you, those who once loved you and finally separated, the boys you once asked for directions, The classmate who once told you a good joke to make you happy, the singer who once sang you a good song, the writer who wrote a good book, they are all kind angels. Maybe you will feel sad or lost for their disappearance for a while, and you will look around for where they went and what country they went to, but in the end, you will believe that they are living quietly and contentedly in a corner of this world. . So the loss and sadness of the past will no longer exist. Time is the greatest healer.

And Yu Yu, Yu Yu is also an angel. Sometimes I feel that such a girl is so strong that it makes people feel sad. Gritting my teeth, I walked in the dark night, with wind and snow, swamps, and recurring frightening nightmares. Many times when we met in the evening, she would tell me what happened to her at the bar. For example, one day a customer suddenly gave her flowers and said that she sang really well. He also said that the boss had given her a salary increase this month because she was getting more and more popular with customers. Or maybe a boy came from a far away city to hear her sing, because his friend told him that there was a girl in Asakawa who was good at singing, which even made Qingtian a little jealous. She told me about her dream like a child describing the colorful candies in her glass jar. She said that one day she would become famous all over China and become the most popular star in the country. She wanted everyone to feel empowered when they heard her songs. She wanted everyone who cried to feel empowered by hearing her songs. And become brave, and can continue the difficult and long road in the future. She wants every strong and kind-hearted person to find warmth and courage in her singing even when they are experiencing the darkness and ugliness of human nature. When someone describes this to me, I always see some faint light emanating from her body, emitting a microwave halo in the night as thick as sea water, like the summer scenes I have watched since I was a child. Fireflies at night. And I also understand that these faint rays of light will one day wrap me in magnificence, and one day will turn me into the most gorgeous swallowtail butterfly, shining brightly in everyone's eyes.

No matter what, the cold is always hopeless.

A gust of wind will suddenly pass through my heart, blowing away all the past events from my heart.

A door separated a whole period of youth that was once brilliant and scorching.

No matter how hard it is to say some words, the rooted plant will rise up from the ground. Those words are like another layer of skin growing close to the skin, and they will be pulled the moment they are spoken. The flesh and blood were blurred and in great pain. But there is no way around it. No matter how far we have walked, it is still like a ghost hitting a wall, returning to the crossroads of fate thousands of times, the sky is extinguished, and the crows are flying along the low altitude.

She silently counted the snowflakes, one by one. Later, all the snow seemed to fall into the moist depths of her heart, melting into the growing loneliness.

Heavy snow covers the route. Young smile. Flying youth.

The park closed its gate and everything returned to silent silence. Under the heavy snow cover, everyone knows that fresh seeds are beginning to sprout. We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the wind and snow are, or how long the winter is, nothing can stop the return of warmth.

But everyone has forgotten that no matter how warm and happy it is, no matter how close spring is, it cannot prevent the coming of the next winter.

But at least time is happy at this moment.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a white-bearded Santa Claus standing outside the window or climbing the tall chimney. No one will think that he is a thief.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a little match girl who lights up the light in her hand. In an instant, the whole world lights up, illuminating all the ordinary and faint happiness.

On Christmas Eve, there is always a snowman standing quietly in a quiet corner out of reach of noisy people, humming a song quietly in the darkness.

On Christmas Eve, there are always many balloons rising into the sky, rising higher and higher against the background of fireworks until they disappear.

There are always dazzling lights and a steaming dinner on Christmas Eve.

On Christmas Eve, there are always many secrets quietly spreading in my heart.

These are the reasons why the world seems happy at this moment.

We lost to the ever-changing hands of fate and were bruised all over. He was bruised and bruised from the fall.

In the third second, tears covered the entire face like a flood of broken embankments. Summer swept past my memory like a flood.

In the fourth second, Lixia knew that she was crying.

The beginning of summer seemed to hear the sound of countless birds suddenly flying overhead, and the snowflakes mixed with the flowers and fell one after another.

Lixia looked up again and saw Fu Xiaosi's clear eyes, which were like the North Star that blinded Lixia in an instant.

If we couldn’t have met ten years ago. Whether we can never meet.

In the years when heavy fog noisy every corner of the city. Reeds sprout and then die.

The wings cover the sky in a hurry. Unspeakable conjectures remain. Casting the shadow of the tide along the road.

Black hair dyed white. The white snow is stained black.

Dye black during the day. The night is dyed white. The world is upside down, front and back, left, right, up and down, black and white.

So I became your reflection.

Live forever in a world completely different from yours.

Buried the morning and evening.

A group of gorgeous swallowtail butterflies were buried.

You are my dream.

March passed slowly, and Lixia never asked again, and later became very indifferent. Lixia thought, in fact, it doesn’t matter who Fu Xiaosi is, he is still the silent person with cataracts in his eyes. Little bastard! Although he has the best grades in the school and is the best in art, he has a clean face and bright clothes, but he has a lazy and confusing feeling all over his body, so Li Xia always feels that only the title of gangster is more suitable for him.

Lixia forgot how the conversation happened that afternoon and how it ended. Lixia just remembered the smile he met. It was the cleanest smile Lixia had ever seen since she was a child, even better than Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang. The smile should also make people feel clean. Maybe it's the warm atmosphere of dusk that brews the silent furry warmth, making everything full of the sweet fragrance of happiness.

I don’t know. At that time, I just thought that I should get familiar with you. No matter what, even if we never see each other again after graduation, even if we see graduation photos in the future, we can’t think of each other. name, but no matter how we meet, they will always be my high school classmates. No matter what our respective circumstances are in the future, we will meet all kinds of different people and have various relationships with them. However, high school classmates will always be like this for life. There are 66 of them, and among my high school classmates, I only meet one in my life... It must seem very pretentious to say this...

Lixia remembered that she was really scared when she opened the door for her for the first time. I jumped, and when I opened the door I saw a woman with dripping and disheveled hair standing at the door and almost bit her tongue off and spit it out. He opened his mouth to scream but was met with a hand covering his mouth. Later, Li Xia got used to it, and almost every night at 11:30 p.m., he would go to help Yumei open the door. When it rains, dry towels will be prepared. Lixia always wonders why Yun always doesn't like to hold an umbrella, but is embarrassed to ask. Later, Li Xia would make a cup of hot milk and sit at the desk to wait for her to come back. This habit becomes more and more permanent and becomes a part of life.

The grass on the hillside has changed from the withered yellow in winter to the light green now, and the dark green turns around and sweeps up the treetops. And the darker green spreads chapters on the tree trunks.

Then there was silence. Neither man spoke anymore. Xiao Si felt that there was grass in his neck that kept itching. Even after moving several times, he still felt itchy. He sighed and closed his eyes to face the bright blue sky. The eyes were blood red, with a furry heat. The spring sunshine is getting hotter day by day. As I was thinking about it, I thought of Qinghai. Xiao Si had seen an introduction on TV before. The scenery there is particularly beautiful in spring. There are seas of grass there. Travelers say that when driving through the mountains, they often see no one for half a day, and then they encounter a large sea of ??flowers halfway. The whole sea of ??flowers is endless as far as the eye can see, and it is filled with thousands of palms. Big butterfly.

Some feelings once appeared in some corner of the world inadvertently. For example, when you are worried about the whereabouts of a kite, a warm spring breeze suddenly comes. For example, just when you are worried about the haze closing the day, you suddenly see the sun shining brightly. For example, I had been worried about the chemistry exam. I had just read the last three big questions the night before when I stayed up late with dark circles under my eyes. For example, when I am scared and you happen to pass by me. For example, I am afraid that the phoenix flowers will wither all over the ground, and suddenly summer will seem to never end, and the sun will fill the whole world.

Spring passes quickly, and it rushes to the end in an instant. When will summer come? By the end of summer, it will be a year in Asakawa, right?

Li Xia turned over and seemed to recall what a poet had written before. He said that a life is a year, a year is a day, and the rising sun and the setting sun are both your calm and blank profile. .

I felt much better when I woke up in the morning. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I opened the cabinet and took out the spring grass cake that my mother sent me yesterday. This is a specialty of Muro County. I have been eating it since I was a snack in the Beginning of Summer. Every spring, the plant called spring grass will grow vigorously in various places in Muro County. The entire Muro County will become extra green, as if green paint suddenly appears. The entire county was flooded. Spring grass has a strong vitality. No matter how harsh the environment is, new seedlings will sprout as soon as spring comes. Li Xia remembered that her mother had said when she was a child that if she could be as strong as Spring Grass when she grew up, she would be a very brave person.

It’s 7:55, there are 5 minutes left before class, 6 minutes if you run from the apartment to the classroom, 4 minutes if you run as hard as you can for an 800-meter test, Rikka knows all these. So she and Yu Yu rushed down from the apartment building screaming, Yu Yu held Li Xia's hand, their smiles were like the delicate flowers blooming in this spring, and the young girl's face was dazzling. beautiful light.

When I meet and hold your hand, no matter where I am, I feel like I am running towards heaven. Do you believe it?

The moment Li Xia ran past Fu Xiaosi, a nerve suddenly broke deep in his chest, and his mind skipped a blank. That familiar face could not bring out any vivid narrative, so he just A hasty glance, even as he called a word of his own name. But, what's the use?

Li Xia was met and pulled forward to run forward. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang had a handsome profile. From the difficult opening to the surprise to the calmness, everything seemed like a familiar movie plot and all the films he had seen before. All burned. Everything was burned to ashes the moment he said the word "stand".

Maybe it’s kapok, which is unassuming, or maybe it’s magnolia with its incomparable fragrance, or maybe it’s camphor, which stays on top of the head all year round.

And in the gaps between these things, Fu Xiaosi saw the smiling faces of Li Xia and Yu Yu countless times, with a playful and exaggerated tone, with the noisy and lively tone of a girl, and His calm side face passed hers countless times, and the world was silent at that time. And after that moment of brief silence, the world became noisy again. Then there was silence and noise, silence and noise, coming back and forth slowly like day and night.

...Why do I need you to accompany me... Go back and take a shower. You are covered in dust. Being your mother is really hard.

It is quite hard to build my washing machine.

Lu Zhiang immediately smiled and said, haha, I know you must be very touched now to have such an excellent good brother like me. Don’t say thank you, I am so good to my friends. It has a good reputation across the country!

The little feeling of gratitude that was still there is now gone. I just roll my eyes and don’t want to talk to him anymore. I don’t know when this kind of stinky character will change. You still have a reputation across the country. Will the whole country still build memorials for you?

Xiao Si, sometimes I always think that even if I stay around you, even if I can't help you much, at least I can tell you that you are not lonely, and that is good. Whether it was when you were a child or when you are shining brightly now. I always feel that you have your own unique world, and no one can understand your language, so I am afraid that you will be lonely. I have had a very silly idea since I was a child, that is, if two people are bored together, then it is not boring... So until now, I always wonder, is Xiao Si lonely now?

So when I occasionally see a sudden shower of cherry blossoms on the streets of Japan these years, I always think, what a pity that Fu Xiaosi is not here.

It should be a pity to see the beauty of the world alone without anyone to share it.

I just remember that I shook my head stupidly and hard, and then I saw Fu Xiaosi finally smiled. In fact, Xiaosi's smile was very warm, unlike Lu Zhiang's, who was as warm as the rising sun in spring. , but like the furry sun that finally emerges from the thick clouds in winter. Because it is rare to see, it is even warmer. And his eyes became extraordinarily clear in the night, and I felt like I was back on the stage when I saw him. The North Star hung high in the sky, guiding the return of the north and never getting lost.

Lixia didn’t understand why she was so sad because she didn’t bring enough money, but she understood it later. After understanding this, Lixia felt that she was the one who wanted to cry. The narrative was slow and lengthy, but Rikka had completely forgotten the existence of time. The crowds on the street gradually faded in appearance as they met, and all the sounds receded far away. Time passed slowly and quickly, and the setting sun fell heavily, as if it would never rise again the next day, but Everyone knew and believed that it would still go up the next day. The crowd after get off work hurried back to their homes. The whole city lights up.