I'll give you a story in exchange for your wine.

Some things will only be remembered when you meet them. There are so many people and so many stories. -inscription

I like the south and hate to leave it, just as I love the north, but I have never really been to the north. In June, I went to college, lived in exile and walked out of the last ivory tower of my life. We have embarked on the so-called road of life. In a month's life, I met so many people and had so many stories. In this unknown August, what wine did you take? I will give you a story in exchange for your wine.

? one

On the last night, I asked myself about my future. You laughed and broke the guitar with that. If you have a dream, you are not homeless.

At the end of June, we had a drink in till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon and will leave tomorrow. You still cry and say you regret not going to college properly. He held you in his arms and cried and complained that you didn't love well. The so-called long-term love became the last sensation. You got on the train to Beijing, and you said Beijing was the capital. He set foot on the road home, saying that there was business in the family, and I contracted the train to continue south, and no one was there. Friends who are selling houses, house prices have risen recently. Are you still selling it? A string of greetings flooded my mind, and I continued to walk south.

"I heard that there was a flood in the school, but fortunately we came out early." You are holding a mobile phone and your mouth is tilted up. I don't know if it is luck or hope for the front. He also smiled. "I hope there won't be a flood, or we won't be able to go to the company as soon as the train stops." I looked at you two, "it's okay, there are our dreams. It can't be wrong. " No one understands, no one understands, we look at the direction of the train and wait for their arrival.

"Long time no see, here we are." The crisp female voice appeared unhurriedly. They said it was raining so hard that the bus couldn't catch up. They also agreed to leave today. No one said that they were waiting because of the rainstorm, and no one was wet by the rain. So they carried each other's luggage and set foot on the bus to the south. Seven of us contracted this train, just like contracting a dream to the south, carrying a vision. You said all you had was that broken guitar, but you left it in the corner without it. No one knows why, but you just left a line on the back of the guitar after getting drunk, "Please love it, whether you are a junior or a junior, this is my dream." No matter where there is a dream, it is not a wandering place. "

I hope you, my friend, someone will wind up your musical dream, and your life will not go wrong under your feet.

? two

You said there was no more or less on Chang 'e III, and there was hope and there was pursuit. Three is also the result of the cooperation of the first two numbers. Then you smiled foolishly.

At the beginning of July, when I get off the train, I always stop to look back. I seem to find my fantasy about those years, but you have been striding forward. "Friends, wait a little longer, we are really not ourselves when we get out of here." Your smile is still full of magic. "Friends, we will always be ourselves." You walked past me with a suitcase and never looked back.

You suddenly stopped and stood in the first class car number three. People waiting for the bus stand behind you and look at you. That memory keeps pouring in. When ordering basketball clothes in class, I always want No.3 to say "No.3, no more, no less, only when there is hope can I pursue it." You won't be lonely or lonely. It is also the result of the combination and cooperation of the former two. " Every time you say that, you laugh silly. At that time, few people could understand it, so we went our separate ways.

"Look, here comes the bus." Chang 'e III was thrown to the rear, farther and farther away, and it will stay there for a long time to continue its mission. Guangdong Innocent Fever and You Are Too Fat. The girl next to her said with a smile, when you see her smile, you just smile foolishly and don't even know that your eyes are red. So along the way, you have been laughing, but no one has seen you.

three

Let's take our own name as the team name. Look at ease. The clouds are high and the sky is blue. Don't let us forget ourselves from the beginning.

In July, we have been here for a long time. We are very busy in training, competition and employment. We seldom meet during the day, and there is nothing to talk about. I remember you held me in your arms and said a lot during the job training. As a result, when I was ready, I was silent. You went to the third group, and you jumped for joy. When you first came, whether it was games, programs or work, we had to work hard. Then you laughed, and everything was so coincidental. When you said to your teammates with your guitar on your back, let's form a band and use our names.

That day, the clouds were high and the sky was blue. You told me from the beginning not to forget yourself. You did it with a smile. Try to do it well. Whether there are new members or new ways of working in the Ministry, you have done your best. You make yourself better. You may not remember the guitar, but you know you still have a lot of strings to reconnect. ?

That day, you finally couldn't help running to me and asking, "Don't you feel tired?" I looked up. "Did you forget the fist you held tightly on the way to the company? Tired, tired is right, and leisure is for the dead. " Then you once smiled sweetly. You've seen leaving your job, getting sick, quarreling, and training with responsibility for a month.

? I said tell a long story, you said enough, three is just right, no more, no less, where there is hope, there is pursuit. Next time on a deserted night, if you take any kind of wine, I will exchange three stories for your wine.

Some time passed, and one day you pushed my door open, holding two bottles of fur shops in your hand and two boxes of white sand in your arms. You look tired and say, friend, I brought wine. Is there a story?

I smiled, as long as there is wine, we have a story.

one

Graduation is a kind of training. It teaches you to be strong when you are least strong, and teaches you to face it when you want to escape. What you want is very important.

You are always running around. You said your superiors could remember you. I say you learn something down to earth. You laugh like you didn't know how to play the guitar at first, but you said you could, and then you went to learn it all night. On the day of the party, you almost used all your strength to complete an art of your own, which made everyone remember you. I also understand that on the surface, your carelessness hides your heart.

Let's perform a program. You suddenly told me that the leader was coming to see it, so we would play a sitcom, no, no, a musical. You laughed, just like you, when the school was going to hold a drama competition, you said to perform a funny drama, then you tore up the script in half and said to perform an inspirational drama, and then you wrote hard. You always deny yourself again and again, just like this time, you only have one noon and one night. You said to write a dog blood drama and a musical sitcom, and then you spent one noon.

When I took it out at noon, the script and candidate of the protagonist were all made by myself. You said you couldn't arrange music, and you scrambled to learn it. Time and time again, you have to find a friend to learn, whether it's rain or music, you have to tune it properly. Just like your musical sitcom, it's really just right. It took you a noon to finish what others thought was just talk.

The main character, music and scenes are all chosen, and you run around organizing rehearsals. Because you only have one noon, you arranged a narration for yourself. You want the limelight to pass, and you think the credit belongs to everyone. This is the team. But in this way, after all, it is a group that has just been organized. How can you always be the protagonist like in the movie? The hero is very determined, but the hero has always been so heartless. The hero is joking, joking. ...

In fact, everyone knows that good acting is their own, and they all want to try, but they are embarrassed to implant themselves. This is what you often say, the cover-up effect of contradiction. I wanted to do things well, but I was afraid I couldn't do them well, so I could only pretend that it didn't matter, which led to really bad things. However, you still demonstrate one by one as you did at the beginning. I just watch, my friend, you are still you, not the same as you.

On graduation day, you drank a lot of wine and made me cry, saying that you were tired and depressed. I smiled. Isn't life like this? You don't have a golden key, but you still haven't let life teach you to be strong. Now it's just a show. What are you afraid of? I have always supported you. Just do it and work hard.

? After I finished, you still laughed happily that day, and your fist became tighter and tighter.

two

? You call it the past, and you just want to mention it to me alone at night when no one is around, and then bury it in the corner of your heart with wine. You said it was probably the most extravagant thing you've ever done.

? At night, when you play with bare arms, the string of English tattoos on your back seems to glow. Colleagues ask you why you write tattoos, and you don't joke. You still have beyond in your phone every day. You love to laugh and want to be bohemian all your life, but this is the pressure of life. Before you go to college, your dream is to become a soldier. But in life, your parents let you bury this dream in the deepest part of your heart.

That day, you looked at the tattoo behind you with bare arms in front of the mirror. You laughed and cried. You said my most beautiful dream was the past, and I buried it in a corner of my heart. This is the most extravagant thing I have ever done, and it is also the only dream that I don't have the courage to realize. I picked up the old white sand beside me and handed it to you. When you reached out, your eyes were still staring at the tattoo. No one knows, and no one understands, whether it belongs to beyond's vast sky or your own military dream. White smoke still stings your eyes.

? Old people don't answer, strangers don't miss them, you carve your dreams on your body, and you say it will make you remember yourself. After working for so long, I asked you that day, are you still there? You said: people can't live for their so-called free dreams, just leave a place for them in their hearts. Then you went to work again, so you forgot yourself. I really want to sing your dream to you, and then it will flow between us like this, neither extravagant nor disappointing. This is the story that life tells us.

? three

You said you came to this world for so long to see the sunshine. I stopped to see you. We live the present life, miss the past life, dream of the future, and feel that we have lived three lives, and only the present life belongs to us.

? I heard that you got off the production line and went to the first production workshop. You live with your rumbling machine every day, and I met you in the sunset. I asked you if you were tired. What habit do you say you are tired? I occasionally see a ray of sunshine coming in from the window in the morning, and feel that the whole world is full of vitality. I smiled. This is the meaning of work. Find yourself an exciting point to live a more exciting life.

? You sparkled in the sunset, just like at school. It rained continuously for a long time, and suddenly one day it cleared up. You dragged me to the grass and ran around some trees. I sat there and you smiled foolishly. Your feet always step on the sun and shine through the cracks in the trees. You said it was hope, and you came to this world to see the sunshine. After that, you smiled silly, the sunshine after the rain. I stopped to see you. We live in the present, miss the past life and look forward to the future dream. We think we will live for three lives, and only this life belongs to us. The dream we hold is the sunshine of our own life. It will enter your world and find it inadvertently.

Dreams are too narrow and life is too wide. Since you can't achieve your dreams with your life, why not find your own sunshine to achieve your life? Let the dream of your youth go in the past, bury it somewhere in your heart, and then leave room for the future to explore a new continent with the present. Isn't that what you want?

You say, just these three this time. There is no more or less, there is hope and expectation. Next time I bring Lao Baisha, you can bring any wine, just under the empty street lamp, and I will exchange stories for you to drink.