oranges and tangerines

We are like oranges, smooth but densely covered with fruits, perhaps sour or sweet.

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Summer turns to autumn, and autumn is strong. It is a reunion, and it is the first time.

On the campus that year, a boy seemed to have been teased by many girls. 175. He got good grades, loved playing basketball, and his smile was cured. He was a teenager and a little sick. I remember he wasn't interested in him at first, and didn't even care what his name was. Later, listening to girls discussing him in the dormitory gradually caught my attention.

But in fact, he is not my ideal type, not the type that excites me, but maybe he likes not the type but the feeling, just like I don't like boys who swear, but he says it's okay.

Maybe it's because I'm young and I meet too few people. After years of delusion, I seem to have some ambiguous feelings.

Later, I will also watch him play basketball and listen to his answers carefully. From time to time, Doby is shy and immature. Different from others, he was so cautious and silent that I gradually lost myself.

My sisters around me also understand my thoughts. We are all in the same class and often play jokes on us. I also read too many psychological books to understand what reverse thinking means. Some words are true. At that time, I was so naive.

At that time, I will talk to you, you will answer my questions and occasionally call me a joke, but what about other girls teasing you? I never express anything. Maybe my hobby is different from others. Anything forced to be with you is not worth it, and I don't want to be a poor man in courtship.

After dinner, during recess, the basketball court is full of teenagers who are chasing dreams, and their gestures are enviable youth. The crimson sunset shone on our faces, but only I blushed.

Midsummer is the sweetness of orange lollipops, the courage of the stars to decide not to dodge, and the youthful breath taken away by the wind. I like you.

I never talk about love, because I don't feel qualified. Casual love is too cheap to have a sincere heart. Love is a state. Love that has not experienced wind and rain is not worth loving. Love is intimacy, passion and commitment. No matter which side is missing, love will become ignorant and empty. Love and not love are always two different things.

There are always things you can't do, and there are always things that others don't want. You are not in a chilly spring day, and you have no ability to make your wish come true. Why not put all your eggs in one basket, at least you won't regret it later? Look before you leap, it's hard to go all out.

So I took a step, but if I really like it, how can I just be a friend and continue to hide it? So I wrote him a letter at 9: 54 pm on May, 2002 1 81Sunday. The content of the letter is very simple, without offensive language, and it also expresses my views. I like it if I like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't want to. But it's a pity that I always break my word.

The next day, I came a little late. Before I came, my sister asked him if he had answered my letter. He said he didn't know how to write. I didn't receive his reply until noon. The content is very short, only eight words.

It is difficult to dream, but it is difficult to dream.

Sisters also saw the reply and couldn't understand what it meant, but I actually saw it at first sight, and I could understand and accept it. When I saw this reply, my heart was almost calm, which was unexpected and unexpected, so I secretly wrote a reply and didn't reach him.

: the heart is bright, the bodhi has no trees, the mirror is not Taiwan, and the water is lingering.

Maybe you can't get it. You should let nature take its course.

What impressed me the most was the microcomputer course for self-study in the evening. I sat opposite him and chatted with his two brothers, saying where to play during the summer vacation and who to go with. Their words are very nice, and I am really happy. What impressed me the most was his words: XYJ is my man, and I was deceived at that time, but it was also a joy to figure it out. I know it was just a joke, but it really made me remember.

Flowers are flowers if they don't bloom. Just like some people, standing there is loved. Sometimes I'm fascinated, too. I think the way to play for so long is just to draw water with a sieve. I think he's really something. He can resist the pressure of public opinion and think reversely for nearly eight months. He stood for so long that he almost forgot what he was waiting for.

Just like a sentence in XXX, "A teenager's heart is a wasteland on a midsummer night, which can't be cut and burned. When the long wind blows, the weeds are even in the sky. " He has a crush on the wind, likes tsunamis and loves the sea, but he is an island, and someone is trapped at the end of midsummer waiting for him.

I don't want to lie. I've seen you secretly, but I always avoid your eyes. When you turned around, I looked at your back for a long time. Where you can't see, I look at you with hope.

? We are like oranges, smooth but densely covered with fruits, perhaps sour or sweet.

I still don't know whether to stop or rush when I meet a yellow light. Stop is self-knowledge, and rush is a fluke. Yellow light and you are my hesitation. I love the clarity of this world, and you are my only forbearance. Someone tried to touch my head, and my idea was just to hide. But some people are standing there, and I just want to hold his hand for a few years. I don't know how much I like you, but everyone around me knows that it's you that I keep my mouth shut. Initiative is the limit of my expression of love. I want to give up, but I can't bear it. I want to continue, but I am very wronged.

I don't have to cling to a fallen leaf. Many people who know you don't support me, but I still haven't given up on you. Whoever gets stuck first will lose. I already know, but I am willing.

? I secretly watched you at school, I was anxious to find you after school, and I also planned to see you after class. Every time I see you, I can't help dodging. To be honest, I really want to hold your hand.

I, Huan, you, Ke, I, yes, brave, small, ghost.

? It is said that only by saying goodbye will we meet again, like others, be liked, disappointed and disappointed by others. Cause and effect are born, and there must be a cause. Flowers bloom and fall, I don't know whether I am waiting for you or myself. The days are always moving forward and people are always changing. I don't know whether to adapt or be indifferent. That's it in short.

The fruit wrapped in the peel can't be cut generously, so we have to peel it carefully, whether it is sour or sweet, it is worth remembering? And unforgettable.

The pain that stimulates the tip of the tongue lingers in the mouth, which is our warmth and gentleness.

I think I am a calm person. I have convinced myself to finish what I started. If I can bear it, I will put it down, but even if I think clearly and see it thoroughly, I will be sad and will stick to it. I'm waiting for crows to talk sweet words and Cycas to blossom.

People avoid the sun in summer, but cherish it in winter. Different suns appear at different times and treat people differently.

? Plum-flavored summer, orange-flavored us and 39-degree wind.

In that summer when cicadas were singing, I quietly turned around and bid farewell to the door full of stories.

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