Tell me about your heart when you were sixteen or seventeen. What happened afterwards?

What am I like when I'm sixteen or seventeen? What kind of boy is unrequited love? How is he now?

/kloc-When I was 0/7 years old, I was studying abroad. At that time, I was a freshman and there was a boy in my class. Maybe he is ordinary in others' eyes, but I always think he is handsome and a little moved (shy) by him.

That boy is a little taller than 170cm and has short hair that was popular at that time. His upper body has been wearing a sweater except in summer (at that time, sweaters were not called sweaters, and I forgot what they were called). His lower body is fashionable jeans, his feet are sneakers, and he wears glasses and blue lenses. That sunny boy always walks with his hands in his pockets and covers his face. /kloc-more than 0/0 people, we girls sit in the first and second rows in class. Every time he passed by my place, I didn't notice this boy until too many days later. After a long time, I was a little moved. Later, my eyes couldn't help following him, but I didn't confess, and he didn't know that I liked him a little. After graduation, we all went our separate ways. At that time, we didn't have a mobile phone or an address book, so we graduated.

I wonder how he is now. Is he married? Are you happy? I don't know anything. I hope he is happy and everything is fine.

Life is like this. If you miss it, you can't go back. Don't think about it.

Sixteen years old, in the prime of life, the seed of love. Sixteen-year-old story, green and sweet, more helpless. Sixteen-year-old, in junior high school (not because of poor grades, but because our generation started school late). I caught the small tail of our generation that "reading can change fate". I race against time, study hard and make up my mind to turn myself into a phoenix in a chicken coop.

I am in love. To be exact, my physics teacher likes me. He is "beautiful", with fine features and handsome, and belongs to the "handsome man" recognized by the public. The girl's heart is tender and sensitive. I read a special "taste" from the teacher's eyes: not just appreciation. It's really heartbreaking ... he cares about me, not just in his studies. He quietly bought me a green military schoolbag (that was our dream at that time), Xinhua dictionary, a notebook that girls like. ...

Later, the teacher was sent to the medical university, and I was admitted to high school as I wished.

Later, the teacher said that he was going to develop. I am the child of the rich and the bad, and we are not suitable.

Thus, the story of sixteen is always a story: green-sweet-helpless.

16 years old, likes a boy, and he likes me. Later, my parents found out and strongly opposed it. It forced us to part abruptly, and my parents threatened me that if I didn't part with him, I wouldn't recognize my daughter. I didn't know anything at that time, and I didn't know what love was. Later, as my parents wished, we broke up. On the day we broke up, we both cried our eyes out I haven't been in touch for so many years. I hope that in this life, we will all be fine.

Xi Murong, a poet, described in his poem that sixteen-year-old flowers only bloom for one season. We can see how much she misses being sixteen. She wrote in her poem: "Love is a kind of wine, and if you drink it, it will turn into missing. In a strange city, I raise my glass every night and look forward to the year when I was sixteen. " I can see how much Mr. Murong misses the year when he was sixteen. The boy who weaves a golden dream net for her and shields her from exotic dust must be deep in her heart. She is not the only one who raises a glass every night, but also a person who has the same story as when she was sixteen.

Tonight, the moonlight is like water. It's late autumn. The branches and leaves of the trees planted in the community are still green. I don't know what kind of flowers are still in bloom in the flower bed. This situation will not last for a few days. In the first frost, this cold little Sha Qi will destroy flowers and plants. If you are enjoying the beauty of flowers and trees, next year will be a warm spring.

It was late at night, and at one o'clock in the morning, I was completely awake. Get up and put on your coat and go straight to the balcony. This balcony is open-air On the west side of the balcony is a glass table and four rattan chairs. Four turns are silent, without a trace of wind, like a cold night race. Lift the teapot in the center of the table, slowly pour a cup of tea, hold it in your hand, and cool the tea with water. I called my wife to make a pot of hot tea, but she didn't answer. Looking back at the night sky, she couldn't help laughing. My wife and daughter are asleep. How can she answer my phone?

Boil a pot of boiling water and pour out the remaining tea in the pot. Put jasmine tea in a pot and pour in boiling water. The hot air, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, spreads around, making people feel dry. With this pot of fragrant tea as my companion, I won't be lonely in this long night.

There is a book of poems by Xi Murong on the desk, which is probably forgotten by his wife. When I leafed through it, "Sixteen-year-old Flower Season" came into view. This poem brought my thoughts to the age of sixteen.

When I was sixteen, I was in Grade Two. Although boys and girls are still at the same table, there is a distance between the two tables, and the desks are changed in turn. Now that I think about it, the head teacher is really smart. The goodwill just established between deskmates has been separated from each other. If we want to meet again, it will take a month.

In class, teachers often ask questions. I never raise my hand, and the teacher asked me to answer. If I don't raise my hand, I won't. I stood there stupefied, thinking hard and unable to answer. The female classmate in the front row is called Xu Jing, and her life is wonderful. She looked back at me from time to time, her eyes were full of anxiety, her lips were moving, and she silently told me the answer. I'm smart. Look at her mouth, and I guess right. She smiled happily as if she had answered the right question.

I did well in the Chinese exam at that time, and the biggest headache was geometry. Obviously, one plus one equals two. I want to prove the process. Xu Jing is good at geometry. She sat next to me during class and helped me with my geometry. I don't know why, but I feel very good alone with her. Her neck is sideways, her silky hair is swinging on her face, and the gentle and itchy feeling overflows all over her body.

When Christmas came, she casually walked up to me, took out a postcard from her pocket and put it on my desk. I looked up at her and asked, "Is this for me?" I picked up the New Year card and opened it. Her face was covered with peach blossoms, and she stopped me and said, "I'll go home and watch it, okay?" I said, "Why?" She was angry and said, "Did you find out? Are you bored? " Then turn around and sit down. When I opened it at home, I saw a beautiful note: clothes are getting wider without regret, and I am haggard for Iraq.

Be my boyfriend! Happy new year!

I understand why she blushed when I opened it. So she wants to be your friend. I took out the New Year card, which read: Just be your boyfriend, and wish you a happy New Year! When I was at school, I handed her the New Year card. She opened it and smiled happily.

On the third day, I began to sprint. After school, we walked side by side on the road. She said to me, "If the relationship is long-lasting, you should not spend all your time studying." I smiled and said, "I agree that getting into a good school will have a good future." Two months before the entrance examination, she came to my house to make up my math. That night, when I sent her home, I couldn't help kissing her. She was dizzy with shyness and whispered, "This is my first kiss. Do not betray me in the future. " I said, "I want you to be my bride." She said, "It's a deal. Just be your bride in the future. " It was only the first kiss that night, and it was this first kiss that left a deep impression on the 16-year-old flower season, which is still fresh in my memory.

After the senior high school entrance examination, she was promoted to a key high school. I was seriously partial to the subject, and got too many points in the math test, so I had to go to a technical secondary school. If you are separated for a long time, it will gradually fade away. Whether you are in the morning or at night, it turns out to be a lie. No matter how deep the feelings are, they will be washed away by the running water of time. Fortunately, that memory is engraved in your heart. You dare not forget, and you can't forget. Just like the tea in this cup, the fragrance of tea is always floating. Unless you give up drinking tea, this fragrance will always follow you.

When I was twenty-four or five years old, I was already working. I met her in the street and invited her to a restaurant for dinner. There is no feeling of being sixteen, and this face is familiar and unfamiliar. I asked her, "Will you be my bride?" She smiled, charming, and enlightened her lips: "How can I count my vows at that age?" I know she broke her word. She teaches in a key middle school. She is so beautiful that I don't deserve her. Seeing that I didn't speak, she said, "You are the boy I first kissed, and that's enough. This story shouldn't happen at the age of sixteen, when you don't know love. " My daughter went to junior high school four years ago and wanted to send her to the middle school where she taught. Think about it or forget it. Why bother? Reality and memory are two parallel lines that can never intersect. In this case, cherish this memory, and when you enjoy fragrant tea in your spare time, add this memory to this tea to make it more mellow.

This is true. The girl I liked in junior high school has two children now. My husband recently lost more than one million in the online lottery and is getting a divorce. I look sad.

When I was 15 or 16, I didn't graduate from middle school, and I didn't agree with my parents. In a rage, he was separated and self-reliant, wandering all day and couldn't stop. I am deeply impressed by the terrible cynicism of outsiders. Now that I am 50 years old, my professional character has been affirmed by my relatives, friends and elders, which gives me a sense of accomplishment and comfort.

When I was sixteen or seventeen, it was a real heartbeat. That my heart stopped beating violently. I was easily disheartened when I was young, for example, I am now.

I only know that when I was fifteen or sixteen, I was really tempted. Finally, I have been in a feeling of not being very concerned. Sometimes I am eager, but sometimes I am happy. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I really liked someone. Ignorance and innocence at that time were beautiful.

Junior high school do routines, fish in front of boys you like, and catch breasts. See what happens to boys. I didn't always like love rat's Playboy, but I started looking for a job after reading those serious ones. Later, I didn't study well and went out to work.