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The Qixi Festival is approaching, and the beautiful love story has become the Valentine’s Day in the hearts of young people. In commercial squares, university gates, parks and other places where young men and women gather, it is obvious that there are more vendors selling flowers. Once on the campus of the university, my roommates such as Lu Junqing and Lao San also sold flowers, and witnessed Lu Junqing’s love with a rose.

The third child in my dormitory is a “heavyweight” figure with a weight of more than 230 pounds. Let alone in our class, it is also a unique figure in the whole school. The third child is a typical “relaxed and fat”, often happy, and his roommates love to joke with him. Lu Junqing always said, “Lao San, why is your belly button gone? If you don’t believe it, touch it.” At this time, we would laugh, because the third could not touch our belly button at all.

Although Lao San is very fat, sinus has been opened. In class, the third child always likes to sit in the back row of a Jing, and does not dare to talk to a Jing, just secretly watching a Jing beautiful back. Lu Junqing would often remind him not to be distracted, pay attention to listening, and ask him what he looked? Lao San always said he didn’t see anything and thought about things. In fact, at that time, Lu Junqing had already noticed that the old three were single-minded, but there was no evidence yet. The old three refused to say anything. Maybe it was afraid of our jokes.

Lao San’s eloquence is also good at ordinary times. He is also very hot to talk to us in the dormitory. Sometimes we all think he is a “chatbot”. However, as long as he talked with Jing, he completely changed. Not only was he hesitating, but also the topic was particularly awkward, which made the other party feel incredible, using the current Internet hot words to describe it is “chat”. I remember once, Lu Junqing, and Lao San had dinner in the canteen. Lao San was facing the door and was chatting with us at the mountain. Lu Junqing was scared to only use muffle with hands ramen bowl, because Lao San was talking hard, just spittle stars flying around, flying out a few rice grains from time to time. Lu Junqing kept reminding him that he should slow down talking with others, and it was neither civilized nor polite to spittle stars. Especially the beautiful female classmates were very disgusted with such people.

As soon as Lu Junqing finished his lecture to Lao San, a Jing came in with a lunch box. There are too many people eating at noon, and the dining tables in the canteen are full. A Jing was looking for a place when he bought the meal. Lu Junqing raised his voice and waved, “a Jing, there is a place here”. A Jing is a cheerful and dignified girl. The dining tables in the canteen are all four-seat, and there is still a vacant place next to the old Three. A Jing is next to the old three. A Jing said, “Thank you. It’s too difficult to find a place to eat”. Lu Junqing and I were both calm in our hearts. Seeing a Jing greet him naturally, the third man sat there with a blushed face and dared not look up.

A Jing said, “Lao San, what’s wrong? Seeing me so shy?”

Lao San said, “No, you also eat?”

A Jing said, “Yes, isn’t noon just dinner time?”

Lao San said, “Ah, is it delicious?”

Lu Junqing and I both laughed. After all, a Jing was a girl and did not laugh out loud.

A Jing said, “Lao San, it depends on how fat you are. You only need to eat. If you can lose weight, find a girlfriend to cover me.”

At that time, a Jing was the speaker, but the third listener was intentional. From that day on, I began to give the three-year morning running weight loss plan. “There is no difficult thing in the world, I am afraid of people who want to do it”, as long as it is determined to do it, there is nothing that cannot be done. The third man was so eager to lose weight, so he was in the wind and rain, and the distance of morning running was increasing. After two semesters of morning running, the weight of the third child dropped to more than 170kg, and all of them were muscles, which made her look burly and powerful. She couldn’t see that she was fat at all. She was the “fierce man” type that girls liked.

On Valentine’s Day, I, Lao San, Lu Junqing and other roommates sold roses in the west gate of the school. That was born well, and there were many students who bought flowers. Lu Junqing saw a Jing Shopping with another female classmate, Lu Junqing quickly called Lao San, which meant to let Lao San send a rose to Ah Jing, but Lao San shook his head straight, although Lao San is very powerful now, however, the character has not changed at all. In the face of my favorite Jing, there will be a shy and timid side.

Lu Junqing called a Jing, picked a rose and gave it to a Jing. He smiled and said to a Jing, “this most beautiful rose is for you. Don’t get me wrong. This is not for me, but our third child gave it to you. He wanted to give it to you personally, but when he saw you, his heart beat faster, his palms were sweating and he was nervous and speechless.”

Lu Junqing went on to say, “our third child used to be more than 230 Jin, but now it is less than 180 JIN. Running every morning, rain or shine, this is the love power you gave him.”

A JING smiled and said, “he sat behind me every time he went to class. He had already felt that he liked me. It turned out that I thought the old Three was quite good. Unfortunately, he was too fat. Without him losing weight for me, I was really moved by his sincerity.”

A Jing walked up to Lao San and said, “Lao San, can you give me a rose yourself?”

Lao San blushed and said, “I have given you all the roses.”

A JING smiled at the look of the old Three, which was more beautiful than the pile of roses. The old three had a good fortune.

Love is really strange, fate has come, can’t stop. I was born with low emotional intelligence. Lu Junqing had no fate. In this way, two people became “love” volunteers, matching the beautiful love between Lao San and Jing.

The Chinese Valentine’s Day is coming. Wish you a good luck.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

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Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Sitting in front of the table, my thoughts flew into the fog of the next day, locked between the sizes. A figure of eggs in space struggled in it, looking for the Sun of heaven and earth, thinking of you deeply printed in the sea, the casual touch of the fingertip turns the shadow into nothingness. How can the years of waiting turn into a bubble? Tears flow slowly and invade the whole body.

In the morning of early autumn, the light breeze rises and leaves fall yellow. The sharp blade of the wind blows the trees dry for a little bit of anger. The figure of life under the trees looks so lonely, relying on the trees, the busy city is located in front of us. An independent sphere is busy but not stopped. Time is easy to pass. It seems that it has been several years. A young man in full bloom has become a white-haired old man with a bent back, holding crutches, all alone. Years of hard work seem to stop there.

Walking gently in the street, stepping lightly without a trace of sound, looking for you in the past, looking for the memories of the past, drinking and pecking cups, mellow and elegant breath poured into tidal surge of emotion, the breath was coarse, you are looking hard but you are close to your eyes. The end of the tail is like the exhaustion that has been washed away for many days. Your company is the warm sun penetrating the red dust. Looking back, we once watched the flowers bloom and fall together, enjoy the sunset together, listen to the loquacious glide,……, Taste the ups and downs of life. The dream is waking up. No matter how I look for the place where you hide, I still get nothing. The nose is getting sour and the eyes are moist. An ominous feeling covers my heart. You are far away from me. The wind is rusty and the water is cold, but you don’t look back.

Time is like a flying butterfly, passing through my youth, and there is a ripple silently, wandering alone in the deserted alley, tasting the sadness you gave, walking alone through the dark and deep path of life.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Bugu

Cuckoo cried a few times, but it was still the familiar, round and kind voice.

I didn’t see it. The sound came from the woods under the slope. The clear sound was round, but it seemed to be lonely and there was no response from my companions.

It was all kinds of other birds that answered it, but it was just a noisy voice. Pheasant suddenly flew up and rattled, the bird broke in garden balsam, and a bird I am familiar with but unknown, the sound is dry and boring.

The woods are already dense, just a mountain ditch is blankly crowded green. I don’t know what is in the woods. I can’t see it. But I believe that there are all kinds of things there, but suddenly they seem so far away, just like the strange and familiar world and the strange and familiar crowd in front of me.

The sky is cloudy, but it is inexplicably bright everywhere. It seems that the sunshine has squeezed through the clouds inexorably. Tomorrow will be full. Maybe the sunshine in summer is not allowed to be dark. The TTL in the distance still stood there quietly without saying a word. It seemed that it had not changed in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It must not see me, it is history, and I, an ant, is not counted.

The wind is very strong, but without dust or chill, it looks boring. It seems to want to drive me away and drive me away from this world, disappear to a place where I can’t see myself, turn into dust and blend into the clouds.

A magpie, black and white, clean, flew from the woods and landed on the branch of a locust tree. The wind blew its feathers into a whirlpool. It tried hard to fly again, trying to fall on the treetops of another tree, but it didn’t succeed. The Treetop has been blown into a whirlpool by the wind. It can’t find a place to stay. The vortex is like tens of millions of pushing hands and tens of millions of soft but Cruel whips, reject its foothold. Therefore, it had to sink into the green ocean helplessly and disappeared.

It does not call. It’s like me who sank in this sea and bowed my head all day long.

The wind is very strong. When I burn paper money for you, the wind forced me not to let me give it to you one by one. For my obstinacy, it severely burned my hand. Therefore, I had to press it with a lump of earth and burn it once. Under the mound, layers of paper money ashes were still shrinking in the wind.

I sat next to you, smoking a cigarette and whispering to you. The epidemic has been basically controlled. The children have gone to school. The baby is more sensible and taller. Last year’s clothes are smaller this year. The wind is very strong. I don’t know if you can hear it clearly. You must know when you look at us in the sky. I just came to talk to you. After that, my heart will be quiet for a few days. At that time, you did all these things, and you must not rest assured.

The wheat is already apricot. A month ago, they were hidden in the bushes and I couldn’t see them. The time passed so fast that the string of white acacia flowers had no trace, while the black brown color pods hanging on the tree were still last year’s. All of a sudden, these small elms in front of your grave are so tall. Two years ago, I didn’t see them at all.

In the evening, my baby suddenly wanted to sing cuckoo to me for no reason. I listened to his singing and couldn’t help crying.

Cuckoo is screaming,

Singing moving songs,

Singing to the sad person,

Forget everything……

Just, how can I forget it?

May 19, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

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There is a sunny day for you and a cloud floating for you. There is a leaf of grass green for you, a flower laughing for you, a round of months for you to go, and one of my most sincere wishes for you! ——— Looking at the train going East, I realized that the taste of your leaving was very light. The track left by the fresh wind was very cold. My world also changed. The night blocked my sight and I found that I had accompanied you. It’s so far. It’s so far. Even if your heart is filled with you, you haven’t found that you left me lonely. The distance is a line cut constantly, the excess rain and false feelings spread in the season when I met you. The long forbearance and expectation fell in my Dusk. Crimson chestnuts and bright red strawberries are close to Red red cherry and your ruddy lips are more than mine. I want to know more about the coming and disappearance of lies containing their flavor.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…