/kloc-The stormy night when I was 0/8 years old was an unforgettable memory.

18 years old, what sunshine, what fresh words, this beautiful and powerful age, how desirable. For a middle-aged man, looking back at 18 years old is like a dream for half a lifetime. Can you still wake up the dreamer?

Half-life has passed, glitz has passed, can those youthful memories be said?

Time is like a song and the sound is beautiful. Is the March of the lush years still touching your heartstrings?

After thousands of days and nights, what you can forget has long been trampled by the footsteps of years, leaving a memory that may be erased by time and wind and rain. The more I feel unworthy, the more I want to forget, but the crazier I am rooted in my heart.

How many mornings, I woke up in the dream of the same figure, and I couldn't be calm for a long time. The dreamer is so real, as if it were in front of me, as if it were yesterday. Different dreams, same person.

Since it is so stubborn that it has grown in my heart, let me record this story.

I was 18 years old that year. I am a freshman and he is a sophomore, 19 years old. I met him in the next semester of senior one. At that time, I was very simple and full of fantasy, but I also vowed to study hard and be a good boy and friend in the eyes of my parents. Although I think so, there are so many enviable people around me at that age.

I met him in an extracurricular interest class. At that time, I was immature, beautiful and full of energy. My big eyes are full of curiosity. From time to time, I will play a little prank to make others happy. Should be more attractive. Interest classes are beginners, and it is difficult for me to integrate without foundation. At this moment, he appeared. His appearance doesn't feel particularly sunny and handsome. Compared with his peers, this is a bit attractive. Some vicissitudes of life, but can not hide the delicate facial features. He is very tall. I just touched his shoulder. He spoke so gently that, like his brother, he forgot the form in which he started his first conversation. In a word, because of his help, he quickly caught up with the progress. Maybe he didn't feel love at first sight and kept bothering him with his lectures. Because he is not in the same class, I meet after class or attend an interest class together, so I don't blush, and it is natural to get along with other students, but gradually, seeing him ask for advice becomes a kind of dependence. He always stands in one place, and sometimes he will go there to find him unconsciously after class. He doesn't talk much. Sometimes two people just stand together and watch the scenery and the bustling crowd, just like a heart, and they can often see him there. Maybe he has been there.

I have forgotten when I first met him, and sometimes I will be disappointed when he is not here. Suddenly one day, my classmates and I met him while watching the ball on the court, and we were as happy as a treasure. On another occasion, he took me to his class, sat at the same table with him and looked through his books. His classmates mistakenly thought he was a girlfriend, and even secretly pleased him. He said that his leg was broken and I would feel it, too. This is the feeling of being moved. From now on, I won't chase him like that and let him talk about the topic. Although I am looking forward to meeting him, I am a little timid. One day after school, we met again in the crowded crowd and walked side by side on the way home. There is a tall man beside me who can look up and feel unprecedented warmth. I like the feeling of being with him like this. Now think about it, it should be the feeling of first love.

If it weren't for that rainy night, I still think we should get along like this, feel his love for ourselves, have company, and don't treat him as a real boyfriend and girlfriend. Hazy and warm, but it is his wishful thinking.

That day, thousands of days and nights later, was mentioned again, and it is still vivid in my mind. When school was over in the afternoon, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Seeing such a heavy rain hitting the windowsill, the students are all excited about whether they don't have to study at night. I'm also worried about how to get home without an umbrella. One by one, some boys in the next class will give umbrellas to the girls in the class, and the girls who receive umbrellas will be very proud. I was thinking, if he could. In this way, he really appeared. He asked me if I had an umbrella, and I said no. He said anxiously, wait, I'll find you an umbrella, and just disappear into the corridor of the school, leaving me alone, still giggling happily.

If he comes back, take an umbrella and go home together, it will be a happy ending and even change my outlook on life. But the reality is always so cruel, how can the memory of youth not leave some regrets, and the incomplete beauty is unforgettable.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't come back, and the students gradually went home with umbrellas. There are only dozens of students left, either wanting to stay a little longer or not taking an umbrella to wait for the rain to stop. I still stood there waiting with expectation. At this moment, my best friend Genie Chen came over and said, "Let's go, I have an umbrella." I said no, but she hesitated for a moment and insisted. I don't think so. I said to wait. Seeing that I was still so stubborn, she said awkwardly, "He really won't come back. He has a girlfriend who is dating Hui Hui. I didn't want to tell you at first, but I can't stand it anymore. "

Hui Hui and Genie Chen are my good friends. At that time, after listening, my mind went blank. Then, I cried on Genie Chen's shoulder and forgot how long I cried. Looking back now, I think I cried earth-shattering, and many students saw it. People who know the reason should laugh at me. I forgot how to get back to my seat. My deskmate was so sad to see me that she didn't leave immediately. On the contrary, she patiently enlightened me. Don't sympathize with such people. Not worth it. It rained a little less, so my deskmate gave me her umbrella because she lived in school. I am alone, and it seems that I have experienced an eternal disaster. I walked sadly on my way home, put away my umbrella and let the rain hit my face, recalling their past.

I couldn't sleep that night, and I was still crying under the covers. I only hate him, and I swear that I will only shed tears for him this night in my life, and I will never touch each other again. The tears of that night also made a confident and optimistic girl become silent overnight.

If the story ends here, it seems no big deal. It turns out that the relationship between two people is not boyfriend and girlfriend, but just one person's wishful thinking. It is normal for a boy to have two feet on both sides, and love rat was discovered and despised.

But the ups and downs of stories are often dramatic.

From that day on, I became lonely and talked less, so I realized my ridiculousness and decided to focus on my study again, as if I were paralyzing my sadness with my study.

After a while, my world was suddenly broken by various voices. First of all, my best friend Genie Chen came to tell me about that day, saying that they broke up the next day after I cried that day, because Hui Hui felt sorry for me. Just because we are good friends, she feels guilty about getting along with him behind my back and because he doesn't like her at all. He said that she dated Hui Hui because she didn't want to delay my study. They actually dated for a few days.

Then my former classmates came to me and said, "He is sorry for me". In the same way, he actually likes me very much, but he doesn't dare to confess, because he knows that I value my study, and he is afraid that I will delay my study. Once I confess, I will stay away from him. Once, I was walking with my good friend, and she deliberately told me to talk more and then snickered. I learned later that he wanted to see me, but he was afraid to see me. I asked my friend to take a tape recorder and record it to listen to my voice.

However, he never showed up in person, just like disappearing out of thin air, only to hear that he was also very sad.

Do you know the truth? Should I be happy or sad? Should I be happy because he doesn't dislike himself? Maybe I am happy when I know this, but so what? My heart had already died on that rainy night, and instead, it was still a firm hatred for him.

Finally, at noon one day, he appeared outside the class. He asked my classmates to ask me out. I ignored him. He stood there with his head down for a long time and suddenly walked into the classroom. He pretended to read, and his heart was numb. He said to me sadly and sincerely, "I'm sorry!" " I said "get out" indifferently, but he didn't move. He also said that if you don't leave, I will leave. Facing the students' gaze and my indifference, he bowed his head and turned away. I remained indifferent and pretended to read. The next day, the deskmate said that after he went back, he smashed the glass of the class with his fist. The glass is broken and his hand is bleeding.

Since then, I can still hear my friend say that he is very sad, but he never appeared in front of me again. My hazy feelings in high school ended on that rainy night, and my heart died on that rainy night. No boy can move me. I study hard, although I envy others, but I am satisfied to think that there was once a boy who liked himself and himself.

Our story is coming to an end, but my feelings for him are always there. I can't fool myself. It was a complicated feeling, a feeling of love and pain, love and killing each other. I will always think of it inadvertently, and I will always wake up in my dream with him in the morning, and I can't return to reality for a long time.

After going to college, although I left the era when I couldn't fall in love because of studying hard, because of his existence, occasionally boys would compare with him inadvertently, and I could no longer find the warm feeling of being with him, so naturally I didn't fall in love again. Suddenly one day I got his QQ from my classmates, and I often sneaked into his space to find his trace through the space. I don't know when he knew I existed. In short, one day he asked me, when he knew it was me, there was not much communication, only that he had a girlfriend and they went far away.

Later, I joined the work and had a boyfriend. We occasionally greet each other and watch each other get married and have children.

And his memory is my heart disease. /kloc-the past of 0/8 years old always comes to my mind. I always feel that I still have a lot to say to him, but I can't. I want him to say more sorry, and I want him to explain it to me more. I wonder how he has come over these years and whether he misses me as much as I do.

Perhaps, for him, I have long let go, but I have never let go. It was the deepest scar left by the best time. Love is full of fantasy and novelty, but it is the most failed memory, and it is also a deep inquiry into why we love each other.

/kloc-the beautiful, pure and sunny summer of 0/8 years old, the night of heavy rain that reminds me countless times, the warm and vicissitudes of life have lived in my heart and become a memory that can never be erased and put down. The more I want to forget, the harder it is to forget.