Find a composition for the senior high school entrance examination (or college entrance examination) and hurry! ! ! !

It is not a composition, but the opening introduction of Jing M.Guo's novel "The Summer of Solstice hasn't arrived yet" is as follows:

We didn't know it was the wind until we heard a strong wind blowing through the canyon.

We didn't know it was a cloud until we saw it floating on the mountains.

We have to love to know that this is love.

We also have to hate, only to know that hate is also because of love.

This is the summer of 1998.

July 9(th)

The sky seems to have been blown by the hurricane all night, and no cloud is clean. Only the complete and pure blue is left, proudly rendering on the top of the head. Inadvertently, accidentally hit the blue ink bottle.

Blurred, inextricably linked blue.

The sunshine this afternoon is as good as other ordinary summer days, even better. The heat made everyone lose the desire to speak. Open your mouth and it's dry and hot, like a jet of fire. So everyone just stood quietly under the tall camphor tree, frowning and silent.

After driving out of the parking shed, Fu Xiaosi looked at the white light that seemed to kill people in the sky and considered whether to go home first. Besides, the just-concluded English exam almost killed people. The girl in the back has been coughing, and the small company can hardly hear clearly.

"Hey," Lu Zhiang touched Fu Xiaosi's arm with a can of coke, and the stinging coolness quickly spread from the skin on his arm to his heart minute by minute. Fu Xiaosi took the coke, raised his head and gulped it down, his Adam's apple jumping up and down. I soaked some in my hand. He raised his hand and put his mouth on the joint of his lower index finger.

Lu Zhiang took aim at this action beside him, and let out a scream of "forehead oil ~" in his throat.

Fu Xiaosi remembers that he didn't feel the Adam's apple so abrupt when he looked up for a coke three years ago, but now he has graduated from senior three, 19 years old. He should be an adult. If he forgets to shave his lips, he will leave a blue beard. Fu Xiaosi remembers drinking a can of coke like that three years ago and then leaving a group of friends in junior high school. We just patted our shoulders and didn't say goodbye, so we really never met again.

Today, three years later, when everything happened as planned, the angle of sunshine, the smell of air and the birds disappearing rapidly in the Woods have not changed, only the people around us who are ready to say goodbye have changed. So, I wonder, will we never see each other again like we said goodbye three years ago?

Fu Xiaosi looked up at Lu Zhiang. He said to Lu Zhiang, "Hey, have we just graduated?"

Lu Zhiang looked at him, then frowned and said, "It seems so."

A flock of birds suddenly flew in the sky, and the sound of overlapping wings echoed through the sky.

Fu Xiaosi turned his head, said nothing, frowned slightly and took a long drink of coke.

At present, a large number of people are crowded together, and everyone's face is red in summer. Small companies remember shooting graduation photo like this. Everyone stood in a row under the scorching sun. Because the sun was too strong, everyone in the photo frowned and blushed, so Lu Zhiang vividly described it as "like a photo taken before death". With a solemn and stirring expression, he concealed his invincible momentum and rushed to the already overwhelmed wooden bridge. Then I heard many people plop into the water, and the water splashed on my face like tears. Tears dyed each of our faces red, but we still can't stop the crazy rampage.

When the red dots photographed by the camera pass through everyone's eyes in turn, then they freeze with a click, and then a group of people disperse.

Everyone hurried back to the classroom to move out the reference books and continue to do the problems in the dark. After five minutes, I can't remember who is around me.

Many people laughed and cried this afternoon, and then many people were silent. Cinnamomum camphora in the school will become particularly prosperous every summer. Shadows in the sun always seep into the window like sticky ink. Fu Xiaosi remembers that he and Lu Zhiang fell asleep in the shade and spent a seemingly endless summer. The red light and hot air on the eyelids have not dissipated.

But now I have to leave suddenly.

Fu Xiaosi remembered what he saw a long time ago: leaving makes everything simple, gives everything a reason to be forgiven again, and makes everything start again.

Cheng Qiqi is fighting with several men and women on the steps of the old school gate. She can always get to know a stranger very well in three minutes, patting her shoulder and knocking her head affectionately, as if she had known her for hundreds of years. This makes Fu Xiaosi feel incredible. Because he thinks talking to strangers is a terrible thing, he would rather do a five-star math problem than meet strangers. So he often pointed to Cheng Qiqi and said to Lu Zhiang, "She is really something. Unlike me, you seem to be the only friend since childhood. "

And every time Lu Zhiang laughs twice, his mouth is crooked and he says, "That's because there is really no one better than me."

When Lu Zhiang speaks, the corners of his mouth always rise at a special angle, and then a slight wrinkle similar to scars and dimples will appear on the corners of his mouth. Very special.

It's special, but it's also beautiful. With the unique sense of sunshine of little boys, it makes people shine.

Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang stood on the edge of the crowd, drinking coke, and occasionally bowed their heads and said a word or two to each other. Cheng Qiqi ran from a distance, patted Fu Xiaosi and asked him, "Let's go out to play tonight. Are you going? "

Fu Xiaosi raised his eyelids and asked, "All of them?"

Cheng Qiqi said, there are XXX, XXX, XXX, XXX.

Fu Xiaosi asked, "How can you always know so many puzzling people?"

Cheng Qiqi put her hands on her chest and said feebly, "These puzzling people are all our classmates. You have studied with them for tens of thousands of hours. "

Fu Xiaosi said, "Oh, are you going in the long summer?"

"Well, go ahead."

"Hey, go, let's go!" Lu Zhiang plugged in, looking at Cheng Qiqi and smiling.

"Well, I'll call you tonight." Then she went back to the crowd.

Fu Xiaosi looked up at Lu Zhiang and asked him, "Tell you where I'm going?"

Lu Zhiang let out a cry, made a backward movement, then leaned back and said with a straight face, "Oh, then don't go."

Fu Xiaosi couldn't say anything with his mouth open. His expression is a little depressed. He paused for a minute and finally said, "Go to hell."

Towards dusk, there was no one in the school.

Those students in Grade One and Grade Two have been watching cartoons at home for a long time? The film is gone. Senior three students left in twos and threes after taking the last foreign language exam. Leave this time, is the biggest and final farewell, Fu Xiaosi can even see their feet out of the school gate, the shadow behind them was suddenly split, the body continued to move forward, leaving a dark shadow on the ground.

Just like when people die, the soul leaves the body, and there is a kind of trance-like sadness and unknown fear.

Those shadows seem to stay in the empty campus, wandering around, humming songs that were sung when I was young and now forgotten.

Those people finally left, and the traces of three years disappeared in every corner of the city, and finally disappeared in all parts of China and even the whole world.

Twilight is in full swing.

It always gets dark late in summer, but once it gets dark, it will soon. We can't see each other's faces clearly for a minute. In the darkness, Lu Zhiang seemed to wave his hand, and the air was filled with a circle of hot air. He said, "If you don't want to starve to death, go to eat."

Fu Xiaosi stood up and patted the dust on his trousers and said, "Let's go."

The streets of Asakawa are always clean, and the city is full of camphor trees. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang ate a bowl of beef noodles at a shabby street stall, even though they were wearing several hundred pieces of white T-shirts and thick pants. It's a little "hungry ghost of gold and silver". This sentence is Fu Xiaosi's description of Lu Zhiang, because he is often poor, because he has both hands and feet. At this time, Fu Xiaosi would point to those expensive clothes on him and say with a straight face, "Hungry bastard in gold and silver."

The boss is a young man with a unshaven beard, but he can't hide his young face.

He said to Fu Xiaosi and them, "Have you two just finished the college entrance examination?"

Lu Zhiang came in, put one foot on the stool and asked, "How do you know?"

"Uh-huh, your senior three students all have the same expression on their faces. You can understand it at a glance. "

"What kind of expression?"

"Oh, I can't tell, but I can tell at a glance." The boss laughed.

Lu Zhiang put his face in front of Fu Xiaosi, looked him in the eye and asked him, "What's my expression now?"

Fu Xiaosi didn't look up. While eating noodles, he replied, "Mental retardation? The expression of a child who has to read "100,000 Why". "

Then the two men got into a fight and continued to eat noodles after the fight.

Xiao Si feels that he and Lu Zhiang fight almost every day at school, so they have been fighting for six years from junior high school to high school graduation.

In those days when the grass grows and the warbler flies, peach blossoms bloom all over every green hill. Red is rendered on the hillside like melted paint, and the fog spreads in everyone's pupils.

He and Lu Zhiang just stood on the hill, painting paint one by one? Painting? On the blackboard and their clean clothes. And then clothes become like paintings? As beautiful as a board.

He and Lu Zhiang always use the worst paint with a few dollars, because Fu Xiaosi's money is used to buy CDs, while Lu Zhiang's money is used to buy coke for MM.. The teacher always points to the paintings handed in by two people? He was angry. He always points to Fu Xiaosi's nose and asks him if he can't afford paint. Then Fu Xiaosi nodded at him with innocence and tears. Fu Xiaosi thought he must hate her teeth, but still can't help it.

So he listened to the CD every day and walked in the streets of Asakawa. Those noisy music took root in him, and those cruel and sweet cries sang elegies in his dreams every night. They say there is always a clean continent in this world, and I think I will find it one day.

They say there is always a quiet island in this world, and Xiao Si thinks I can sleep on it for decades.

Lu Zhiang bought a lot of cokes and got to know a lot of MM, but every time Fu Xiaosi saw him, he squinted and rode his bike through those tall camphor trees. Just like those lonely heroes in youth movies, wearing white shirts, a person walked through that long and lonely youth who had just visited. His back seat is always empty, just like the empty shirt on his thin body. He always unbuttons his school uniform, exposes his white shirt with his chest open, and rampages around the school with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

And Fu Xiaosi will always be a clean child in the eyes of teachers. He will wear a black school uniform neatly, even the top button will be buttoned, there are exquisite gold cufflinks on his cuffs, and he will stand straight when he meets the teacher with a backpack. Every time Lu Zhiang saw it, he jumped off his bike with laughter, covered his stomach with laughter, pointed at Fu Xiaosi and said, "You devil wears prada". Then Fu Xiaosi and the teacher's face became ugly at the same time.

After the teacher left, Fu Xiaosi always kicked him out of the car, then knocked him to the ground and rolled on the ground before stopping. Anyway, he doesn't care whether his clothes are dirty or not, because his mother gives him new clothes every day and makes him run wild outside like a child who will never grow up.

Lu Zhiang always wears out-of-date clothes, but Fu Xiaosi thinks he is still a clean man, and Lu Zhiang said to Fu Xiaosi, "Although you wear white clean clothes in front of others every day, you are an out-of-date smelly boy in my eyes."

Fu Xiaosi never thought about whether it was right or wrong, so the days hovered quietly over the city. Gradually, it burned down those ancient cities, so that the stones began to weather. Finally, during these hours of flight, Hua Song had pigeon-like feathers, covering everyone's bones.

Those bodies that are jointing to the lonely sky shine like glass under the cover of these times.

Like a vague, unborn legend.

Most of the time, Fu Xiaosi thinks that he and Lu Zhiang just laugh silently in Asakawa like two hooligans who live alone, then cry affectedly and live noisily day after day. For so many years, he thought he was used to wandering around the city with Lu Zhiang, looking at countless beautiful MM, looking at countless strange bus stops, following countless strange Panshan highways and then heading for more unknown worlds. Those lush Cinnamomum camphora grow into the witness of victory day by day in the annual rings. He and Lu Zhiang grew from thirteen to nineteen. Those days when it rains and comes back are really memories. Fu Xiaosi sometimes looks at photos, and when he looks at them, he gets lost in thought.

Their hair is getting shorter and their clothes are old and new. They stood on the ground and cried. The big sun still rises in this city every day, making their shadows longer and shorter.

In this way, the years rumbled through one life after another.

Haven't finished eating noodles, Cheng Qiqi's phone came, Lu Zhiang took the phone "uh-huh" for a while, and then hung up. He sat on a stool and jumped up and down like a pupil. He said to Fu Xiaosi, "Hurry up, they are waiting for us in the prison in Xia Jie."

Fu Xiaosi frowned and said, "Why is this messy place again?" Then I quickly took a few sips, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Lu Zhiang took out his wallet and paid the bill.

When I left, it was completely dark, and a few dark red clouds floated low in the sky, which were swept by the wind and moved towards the dark sky overhead, as if heaven were on fire.

Long summer saw Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang come in, and immediately came running. Fu Xiaosi pointed to the group of people who had just been with Chang Xia and asked, "All of them?"

Long Xia shook his head: "I don't know. Looks like Qiqi's friend. "

Fu Xiaosi nodded and said, "Oh, it's not surprising. She has many friends. I think she even knows bjork, and she already worships him. Did you do well in the English exam? "

What is even more difficult for Chang Xia to accept is that this person, who is usually as cold as frozen ice bricks in the refrigerator, suddenly lost his mind today and told a cold joke, so he couldn't help kicking Fu Xiaosi and saying, "It's not funny at all. Besides, I forgot to tell you about the treaty we just signed, and to discuss the college entrance examination and go to the corridor for striptease."

Fu Xiaosi opened his mouth, but the words disappeared inexplicably. Finally, he ended with a snort of "You are in poor shape". But Chang Xia didn't hear it.

Long summer looking at in front of Fu Xiaosi, drinking the newspaper? The green tea in the kitchen, frowning at the card subtitles on the TV screen that changed from white to blue, vaguely felt that there was a layer of white light on his face, which made his chiseled face particularly quiet and gentle. She remembered seeing Fu Xiaosi for the first time three years ago. Zhang Xiuqing's childish face is as expressionless as the frost that has not defiled the world. When looking at people, there is always an endless fog in her eyes, and she speaks slowly, as if she is indifferent to everything. Three years later, the original teenager now seems to have the outline of a man, his soft face seems a little sharp, and the lines of his chin are obliquely broken to his temples. She was a little embarrassed about her feet just now. "It seems too close?" But fortunately, Fu Xiaosi never cared about her. But Lu Zhiang is different, long summer thought. You kick him, he kicks himself.

On that day, Cheng Qiqi kept singing with a microphone. Then he simply sat in front of the jukebox and stopped going. He just sang a song with the microphone and then ordered the next one. Lu Zhiang has been yelling that he can't stand this bully. Chang Xia joked that it seems that she will be a singer in the future.

Long summer watching Qiqi, the in the mind some envy. Qiqi sings very well. It seems that Qiqi is good at everything, whether studying or not. Almost all the students in the school are her friends. Mom and dad love them and take care of them. Get a good painting? People are beautiful, too. In short, they are perfect people.

Everyone seems to be releasing their repressed emotions to the fullest. As soon as the beer is opened, the bubbles in the room will pour out. If you open another bottle, someone will plop to the ground. A group of people jumped up and down, out of shape. So-and-so grabbed the microphone and shouted "I'm a tomato", and then someone lying on the ground answered "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm a cucumber."

Singing until twelve o'clock, everyone was tired and dispersed. The rest are Qiqi, Changxia, Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang. Four people looked around, didn't know where to go, and finally decided to walk around.

Asakawa's night is very quiet, without too many neon lights and noisy crowds. Most people here will go to bed after eleven o'clock, so the four people walking in the street can't even see a ghost.

Go to the street park. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang are lying on the reclining chairs in the park with their heads back. Chang Xia is sitting in the chair next to them. Qiqi was a little tired, so she lay on her lap and slept.

Summer night swept in with unique humidity and sultry heat, and the light of street lamps shone brightly overhead, reflecting some buzzing chords out of thin air and lingering in my ears for a long time.

There are many bugs flying around. Long Xia rubbed his eyes and felt as if he were a little sleepy. Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang's dialogue also gradually can't hear clearly, and consciousness slowly slides into a chaotic nightmare.

Vaguely, long summer feel Fu Xiaosi leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you finally fill in the Central Academy of Fine Arts? I haven't had time to ask you. "

The nose is the smell of clean washing powder floating from T-shirts when Fu Xiaosi approaches.

Fu Xiaosi's voice is like hypnosis, with a deep trance-like magnetism.

She nodded, then immediately realized that he couldn't see himself nodding in the dim light. So he immediately said, "Yes."

It's neither heavy nor heavy.

"If the university is still together, well," he paused and then added, "I will be very happy."

Long summer felt his heart suddenly missed a beat. I was nervous and scared when I decided to enroll in the same university as Fu Xiaosi. It's just that she wondered why Lu Zhiang kept silent. According to the previous situation, Lu Zhiang must have put in a lot of words at this time. Long summer turned away. In the dim light, you can still see Lu Zhiang lying there with a pair of eyes on and blinking two or three times. A shadow under the street lamp cast on his face, leaving his face hidden in the darkness, leaving only a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Chang Xia asked, "What about you, Lu Zhiang?"

Lu Zhiang stopped for two or three seconds, and then spit out two words: "Shanghai."

Chang Xia nodded and said, "Well, that's good, being in the same city as July 7th."

"Get out." Fu Xiaosi's voice raised a little, long summer recognized Fu Xiaosi with some anger. She was a little confused and didn't know whether the word "roll" was cursing herself or Lu Zhiang.

Lu Zhiang sat up, coughed and said, "Well, Chang Xia, actually I was admitted to Shanghai Finance, but I don't need to go to that school. I only need the qualification of that university, get into the Sino-Japanese exchange base class set up by Caida University, and then go directly to Japan. "

"Ah, I haven't heard you say that before."

"Well, I just told Xiao Si today."

Everyone seems to be asleep. At three o'clock in the morning, the temperature began to drop, and the sultry summer heat around it dispersed. Large groups of slightly chilly water vapor spread out and enveloped the street garden. I have heard some legends before, saying that after midnight and before dawn, there will be many such wandering ghosts at all intersections and street gardens, which will condense into fog in groups, milky white and float low in the air.

Long summer feel a little cold when thinking like this. Fortunately, Qiqi's face rested on her leg, and it was slightly hot. Then Chang Xia seems to be asleep, too. Someone put on a dress for himself, but he was too tired to open his eyes to see if it was.

But the smell of clean washing powder on clothes is familiar to Chang Xia.

Just like a dream, everything went back to three years ago. The first time I came to Asakawa, I was scared by camphor trees that covered the whole city as soon as I got out of the station. The sun at that time was as dazzling as it is now. Half of the whole Asakawa is shrouded in the dark green shadow in midsummer, and half of the sun shines, showing a flood of white light.

In the dream, many people are laughing and their faces are full of bright happiness.

1995 summer.

Sunlight swept the whole city like a tsunami.

Dark green shadows are generally rendered on the surface of the city, like ink dripping on rice paper. Boys' white shirts and girls' blue hair bands, tall bicycles and small backpacks, dirty football and clean handkerchiefs, these young figures, like fish swimming in the deep sea, are slowly floating in the whole city.

It's midsummer. Those rich smells.