Whether it is out of reach and so great was the crowd of us, in fact, are human beings, there is the situation of the moment, some love, may, the only difference is, great love, and finally vanished on paper, and their descendants can Jinjin music Road, or empathy, and love or love the blues in their hearts, passed, passed, just so, so nice, just really loved, as is vigorous or flat light, what is the relationship, and nothing different.
That year, he transferred from another school over their parents' wishes, turn to turn, he is a cheerful boy, and quickly became the class of male students mingle.
Soon, the pattern of the class, he would get a clear. It was quite simple, after they mingle, like all the boys each returned victorious generals, have to announce his own love battlefield.
Underground relations Zhu Liang and class, he has confidence, he is a latecomer, deadly, he can rattle even the words of gibberish chatter in front of the boys, but girls rarely speak in front of the class, a lot of girls name he did not even call insufficiency.
Even good students and his play said: "This guy is a world outside expert, not into sex."
In those days, a favorite girl, mostly to write, which is later described in our history, "writing a love letter."
It was a school, there is no network, no cell phone, "geese, pen love" cute Love.
Write love letters, there must be send a love letter, and he eventually became a gratuitous love messenger.
His accomplishments in the classroom, than to play with him a lot of results are good, their class, and a few men, laughing together, enjoying themselves nonsense, the school is also rushing out of the campus, laughing all the way until their turn at a different intersection, they play well, have a good relationship.
It was a no impurities, no competition, no vanity, no pleasantries, some nonsense, some laughing, some swearing, some youth throbbing.
"I wrote a letter to her?" A boy asked one of his.
"Nonsense, of course, gave, waiting for her to reply better." His blunt answer.
He and the girl is a village, they are almost neighbors, because they are separated by only two between two people, often on weekends, he would pocket Chuaizhuo others love letter, respect the dedication of the letter sent to the girl's hands he then turned to go home.
Three days of the year, such as the arrow shot, flash past ten years.
One year, they met in debauchery, although the past will never come back, but the memory still, remember that the playback can not go back again.
A male student of hip-hop as he walked, he is not the Sentimental boy, but rather a private owner, and his career dry belly as obvious.
His grin said:
"Hey, guys, we mora drinking, only to lose the hapless drunk bottle of wine, but also to answer a question, what if the bastard telling lies, then, sorry, table wine had all kinds of stuff Missy out, OK! "
Other girls are laughing booing, they were once Sentimental students, but now, each have many roles or titles, and more than a secular powder, then stripped of shy, but remains charming and beautiful obvious.
Unfortunately, he lost the first, two words not long-winded wine, drink.
"All do not move, mouth, I first asked." Or that pregnant quickly said, and obesity plump middle finger that has the habit of pushing his thick round glasses eye on Dr.
"Yeah brother, brother I wonder, that would be three days, why you gave that guy sent a love letter," the fat man said, referring to the subject's eye haggard, continued: "It will be three days, four of us boys while where four girls like you, except you only send a love letter to the guy, why you can now tell us why it. "
"Is Yeah, why?" There are several girls agreed.
He hesitated for a moment, shook the hands of wine, said: "Actually, I like that girl, like a long time, but her long beautiful, good family, where his family is our richest man, my family is that we where the poor first, I grew up playing in the parents' quarrels, early to know how little shame and low self-esteem, so, it is so. "
Just then that the girls are, however, many years later, the girl had married, with one pair of very cute children.
She shook the cup of wine, drank, she looked at him and said:. "Oh, no messenger when you and I that he quickly points, I break off"
At the moment, feasting silence.
不管是遙不可及的偉人還是云云眾人的我們，其實，都是人，都有情的時刻，愛的一段，可能，不同的是，偉人的愛情，終煙消云散在紙上，后人可以津津樂道，或者感同身受，而蕓蕓眾生的情或者愛在心里，過去了，就過去了，只是這樣，這樣就好了，只要真的愛過，至于是轟轟烈烈，還是平平淡淡，又有什么關(guān)系，又沒什么不同。 那一年，他從另一個學(xué)校轉(zhuǎn)過來，父母的意愿，轉(zhuǎn)就轉(zhuǎn)了，他是一個開朗的男孩子，很快的就和班上的男同學(xué)打成一片。 很快的，班級里的格局，他就弄的清清楚楚了。說來也簡單，他們打成一片后，每個男孩子個個像得勝歸來的將軍，紛紛稟告自己的愛情戰(zhàn)報。 班級里梁和祝的地下關(guān)系，他都胸有成竹的，他是后來者，致命的是，他可以在男同學(xué)面前滔滔不絕甚至胡言亂語的話嘮，可是，在班級女生面前卻很少說話，很多的女生他連名字都叫不全。 甚至和他玩的好的同學(xué)都說：“這個家伙是世外高人，不進(jìn)女色?！? 在那個年月，心儀一個女孩子，大多是寫信，也就是后來的我們歷史記載的“寫情書?！? 那是一個在學(xué)校，沒有網(wǎng)絡(luò)，沒有手機(jī)，“鴻雁傳書，筆中有情”的可愛年華。 寫情書，必然有送情書的，而他終淪為一個無償?shù)膼矍樾攀埂? 他在班級里成績上，比和他玩的來的成績都好很多很多，他們下課了，幾個男人，一起談笑風(fēng)生，胡言亂語的不亦樂乎，就是放學(xué)了，也是一窩蜂的走出校園，一路嘻嘻哈哈的，直到各自在不同的路口轉(zhuǎn)彎，他們玩的很好，關(guān)系很好。 那是一段沒有雜質(zhì)，沒有攀比，沒有虛榮，沒有寒暄，有的是胡言亂語，有的是嘻嘻哈哈，有的是罵罵咧咧，有的是青春的悸動。 “我寫的信給她了嗎？”一個男生問一個他。 “廢話，當(dāng)然給了，等著她回信好了?！彼豢蜌獾幕卮?。 他和那個女孩是一莊的，他們幾乎是鄰居，因為他們兩家之間只隔兩家人家，每每周末，他會口袋揣著別人的情書，敬職敬業(yè)的將信送到女孩的手里，他，然后轉(zhuǎn)身回家。 初三的一年，如射出的箭，一晃過去十多年了。 有一年，他們相聚在燈紅酒綠中，過去的雖回不來了，但是記憶還在，記憶再次回放了那個回不去。 一個男同學(xué)像他嘻哈的走來，他已不是那個青澀的小男孩了，而是一家私企的老板，事業(yè)干的和他的肚子一樣顯而易見的。 他壞笑的說道： “嘿，伙計們，我們猜拳喝酒，輸?shù)牡姑沟安粌H要喝光瓶中的酒，而且要回答一個問題，假如哪個混蛋說假話，那么，不好意思，桌上的各種貨色酒都得米西掉，OK！” 其他的女孩都起哄的嘻嘻哈哈的，他們曾經(jīng)都是青澀的同學(xué)，只是現(xiàn)在，都各自有很多角色或者頭銜了，多了一份世俗的金粉，少了一份當(dāng)年的羞澀，但豐韻和美貌顯而易見。 不巧的是，他第一個輸了，酒二話沒啰嗦，喝掉。 “都別動，嘴，我先問。”還是那個大肚子急忙說道，并且肥胖豐滿的中指還習(xí)慣性的推推他眼睛上的那個厚厚的博士輪眼鏡。 “老弟呀，兄弟我納悶了，初三那會，為什么你只給那位老兄送情書”胖子說著眼睛瞪瞪所指的對象，繼續(xù)說道：“初三那會，我們四個男生，同時喜歡上你們那里四個女生，唯獨(dú)你只給那家伙送情書，為什么呀，現(xiàn)在可以告訴我們?yōu)槭裁戳税?。? “就是呀，為什么呀？”有幾個女生附和道。 他遲疑一會，晃晃手里的酒，說道：“其實，我也喜歡那個女孩，喜歡很久了，只是，她長的很美，家境很好，他家是我們那里的首富，我家是我們那里的首窮，我是在父母的吵吵打打中長大的，很早很小就懂得丟人和自卑了，所以，就這樣了。” 正好當(dāng)年的那個女生也在，不過，時隔多年，女孩早已嫁人，有了一對很可愛的兒女。 她也晃晃杯中酒，一飲而盡，她看著他，說道：“呵呵，沒有你送信的時候，我和那個他也很快分了，是我提出分手的。” 此刻，燈紅酒綠的沉默。
That year, he transferred from another school over their parents' wishes, turn to turn, he is a cheerful boy, and quickly became the class of male students mingle.
Soon, the pattern of the class, he would get a clear. It was quite simple, after they mingle, like all the boys each returned victorious generals, have to announce his own love battlefield.
Underground relations Zhu Liang and class, he has confidence, he is a latecomer, deadly, he can rattle even the words of gibberish chatter in front of the boys, but girls rarely speak in front of the class, a lot of girls name he did not even call insufficiency.
Even good students and his play said: "This guy is a world outside expert, not into sex."
In those days, a favorite girl, mostly to write, which is later described in our history, "writing a love letter."
It was a school, there is no network, no cell phone, "geese, pen love" cute Love.
Write love letters, there must be send a love letter, and he eventually became a gratuitous love messenger.
His accomplishments in the classroom, than to play with him a lot of results are good, their class, and a few men, laughing together, enjoying themselves nonsense, the school is also rushing out of the campus, laughing all the way until their turn at a different intersection, they play well, have a good relationship.
It was a no impurities, no competition, no vanity, no pleasantries, some nonsense, some laughing, some swearing, some youth throbbing.
"I wrote a letter to her?" A boy asked one of his.
"Nonsense, of course, gave, waiting for her to reply better." His blunt answer.
He and the girl is a village, they are almost neighbors, because they are separated by only two between two people, often on weekends, he would pocket Chuaizhuo others love letter, respect the dedication of the letter sent to the girl's hands he then turned to go home.
Three days of the year, such as the arrow shot, flash past ten years.
One year, they met in debauchery, although the past will never come back, but the memory still, remember that the playback can not go back again.
A male student of hip-hop as he walked, he is not the Sentimental boy, but rather a private owner, and his career dry belly as obvious.
His grin said:
"Hey, guys, we mora drinking, only to lose the hapless drunk bottle of wine, but also to answer a question, what if the bastard telling lies, then, sorry, table wine had all kinds of stuff Missy out, OK! "
Other girls are laughing booing, they were once Sentimental students, but now, each have many roles or titles, and more than a secular powder, then stripped of shy, but remains charming and beautiful obvious.
Unfortunately, he lost the first, two words not long-winded wine, drink.
"All do not move, mouth, I first asked." Or that pregnant quickly said, and obesity plump middle finger that has the habit of pushing his thick round glasses eye on Dr.
"Yeah brother, brother I wonder, that would be three days, why you gave that guy sent a love letter," the fat man said, referring to the subject's eye haggard, continued: "It will be three days, four of us boys while where four girls like you, except you only send a love letter to the guy, why you can now tell us why it. "
"Is Yeah, why?" There are several girls agreed.
He hesitated for a moment, shook the hands of wine, said: "Actually, I like that girl, like a long time, but her long beautiful, good family, where his family is our richest man, my family is that we where the poor first, I grew up playing in the parents' quarrels, early to know how little shame and low self-esteem, so, it is so. "
Just then that the girls are, however, many years later, the girl had married, with one pair of very cute children.
She shook the cup of wine, drank, she looked at him and said:. "Oh, no messenger when you and I that he quickly points, I break off"
At the moment, feasting silence.
不管是遙不可及的偉人還是云云眾人的我們，其實，都是人，都有情的時刻，愛的一段，可能，不同的是，偉人的愛情，終煙消云散在紙上，后人可以津津樂道，或者感同身受，而蕓蕓眾生的情或者愛在心里，過去了，就過去了，只是這樣，這樣就好了，只要真的愛過，至于是轟轟烈烈，還是平平淡淡，又有什么關(guān)系，又沒什么不同。 那一年，他從另一個學(xué)校轉(zhuǎn)過來，父母的意愿，轉(zhuǎn)就轉(zhuǎn)了，他是一個開朗的男孩子，很快的就和班上的男同學(xué)打成一片。 很快的，班級里的格局，他就弄的清清楚楚了。說來也簡單，他們打成一片后，每個男孩子個個像得勝歸來的將軍，紛紛稟告自己的愛情戰(zhàn)報。 班級里梁和祝的地下關(guān)系，他都胸有成竹的，他是后來者，致命的是，他可以在男同學(xué)面前滔滔不絕甚至胡言亂語的話嘮，可是，在班級女生面前卻很少說話，很多的女生他連名字都叫不全。 甚至和他玩的好的同學(xué)都說：“這個家伙是世外高人，不進(jìn)女色?！? 在那個年月，心儀一個女孩子，大多是寫信，也就是后來的我們歷史記載的“寫情書?！? 那是一個在學(xué)校，沒有網(wǎng)絡(luò)，沒有手機(jī)，“鴻雁傳書，筆中有情”的可愛年華。 寫情書，必然有送情書的，而他終淪為一個無償?shù)膼矍樾攀埂? 他在班級里成績上，比和他玩的來的成績都好很多很多，他們下課了，幾個男人，一起談笑風(fēng)生，胡言亂語的不亦樂乎，就是放學(xué)了，也是一窩蜂的走出校園，一路嘻嘻哈哈的，直到各自在不同的路口轉(zhuǎn)彎，他們玩的很好，關(guān)系很好。 那是一段沒有雜質(zhì)，沒有攀比，沒有虛榮，沒有寒暄，有的是胡言亂語，有的是嘻嘻哈哈，有的是罵罵咧咧，有的是青春的悸動。 “我寫的信給她了嗎？”一個男生問一個他。 “廢話，當(dāng)然給了，等著她回信好了?！彼豢蜌獾幕卮?。 他和那個女孩是一莊的，他們幾乎是鄰居，因為他們兩家之間只隔兩家人家，每每周末，他會口袋揣著別人的情書，敬職敬業(yè)的將信送到女孩的手里，他，然后轉(zhuǎn)身回家。 初三的一年，如射出的箭，一晃過去十多年了。 有一年，他們相聚在燈紅酒綠中，過去的雖回不來了，但是記憶還在，記憶再次回放了那個回不去。 一個男同學(xué)像他嘻哈的走來，他已不是那個青澀的小男孩了，而是一家私企的老板，事業(yè)干的和他的肚子一樣顯而易見的。 他壞笑的說道： “嘿，伙計們，我們猜拳喝酒，輸?shù)牡姑沟安粌H要喝光瓶中的酒，而且要回答一個問題，假如哪個混蛋說假話，那么，不好意思，桌上的各種貨色酒都得米西掉，OK！” 其他的女孩都起哄的嘻嘻哈哈的，他們曾經(jīng)都是青澀的同學(xué)，只是現(xiàn)在，都各自有很多角色或者頭銜了，多了一份世俗的金粉，少了一份當(dāng)年的羞澀，但豐韻和美貌顯而易見。 不巧的是，他第一個輸了，酒二話沒啰嗦，喝掉。 “都別動，嘴，我先問。”還是那個大肚子急忙說道，并且肥胖豐滿的中指還習(xí)慣性的推推他眼睛上的那個厚厚的博士輪眼鏡。 “老弟呀，兄弟我納悶了，初三那會，為什么你只給那位老兄送情書”胖子說著眼睛瞪瞪所指的對象，繼續(xù)說道：“初三那會，我們四個男生，同時喜歡上你們那里四個女生，唯獨(dú)你只給那家伙送情書，為什么呀，現(xiàn)在可以告訴我們?yōu)槭裁戳税?。? “就是呀，為什么呀？”有幾個女生附和道。 他遲疑一會，晃晃手里的酒，說道：“其實，我也喜歡那個女孩，喜歡很久了，只是，她長的很美，家境很好，他家是我們那里的首富，我家是我們那里的首窮，我是在父母的吵吵打打中長大的，很早很小就懂得丟人和自卑了，所以，就這樣了。” 正好當(dāng)年的那個女生也在，不過，時隔多年，女孩早已嫁人，有了一對很可愛的兒女。 她也晃晃杯中酒，一飲而盡，她看著他，說道：“呵呵，沒有你送信的時候，我和那個他也很快分了，是我提出分手的。” 此刻，燈紅酒綠的沉默。