Night, the wind Dongxue gentle floating dream, in such days, she often stare Star, recalled that back, 18-year-old dream of blossoming, filling the heads of the poor dream, said the "poor" because of these dreams is too simple, but never be achieved. For example: She longed to be like home, like the little yellow dog, lying in the courtyard of the haystack, and then pick up a Pushkin or Shakespeare or Ba Jin, in short, whether he is a writer, poet, which is good, take one of their book, quietly, without any constraints to look at, how much homework do not think it is also not done, nor need to think about things further study. However, if the really do, and my father would say: "girl, so lay Whatever next?" Mom would say: "You have to test learning, is not it?" Man alive, the responsibility of too many poor 18 years old, were A, B, C, X, Y surrounded by 18-year-old.
Just the third year of the day, was that the sea Shu-shan title confused very depressed, and Lynn has always been a very melancholy day, lingering in his diary, using to write these sad poems to pass the day, she knew enough to test into the university, But they later met him, he gave the whole of life disrupted, and so completely changed the Lynn road.
That was in the winter, snow drifting across the first time, Lynn's language teacher is sick, they are near the school entrance examination, taking into account, and the main subjects can not be delayed, may be short of the school language teacher, then outside the school invited a substitute for , Lynn on homework ordinary times, only the language of particular preference for the essay is well-known school, class, language classes and is representative, replace the teacher she was not too interested, but as long as it was a language lesson, Lynn is still welcome. When the bell rang, he walked in, then the haughty and resolute, not only people feel trusted, the whole is always a lesson Lynn watched him, he was very young, at most, raising her five, after school, he said: "Who is a language lesson representatives, please stand up? "
As Lynn preoccupied with thinking, so Yi Leng, "let me?" She stood up dazed, blush red, He Yi Leng, and then smiled and said: "You're Lynn do? Essay is written very nice that ? "
"Ah."
"Your essay let me take a look at it?"
"Ah!" Lynn from the bag inside out and handed him the present composition.
"School come to me get all right?" He sought a tone of Lynn said, looking at her expression when it is so deep and forthright, mouth there is a blur of faint laughter.
School bell sounds, Lynn grabbed bags and ran to the language teaching and research. Doors open, music is like a ray of spring come to me do not know why he should be playing and suddenly fall to Lynn for many, many, remembered a "window" in Jiang Yanrong and Connan, remembered:
"You ran into my life quietly slip away again, if I can have you, I just live in small huts, let us enjoy this life and the next stage insects, the window Zhu Ying, a few altar wine, a few stem-pickle , he served as the Flower Moon Shadow crumble to bits ... ... "
Thought of "the outskirts of the winter," remembered the note on the jump of the trembling hand ... ...
"Yes Lynn do? Come sit down, right?" He did not look back, still at the piano, Lynn walked into the house, in a chair and sat down, looking at the back of his haughty, long, long time, he finally finished the last bullet a note, turn around and ask: "What is this song to know it?" Lynn shook her head. "Yes" Symphony of Destiny "" he says with deep said: "I would like to say that your writing, your writing is good, but too sad, reading this piece to let my mind."
Lynn nodded, silent, he surprised and asked: "how啦, how do not speak, a small human child could hold such a heavy sadness, probably will not be 'unhappy youth do not know the taste of it?'"
Lynn misty eyes opened wide looking at him, he added: "Look, this pair of eyes seems to
Like fog! "
At that time, Lynn really wanted to look down on him cry only once he understood her grief.
Since then, whenever there is his class, when Lynn always early to go see him standing in the window there, lit a cigarette, the window is a winter sky. Lynn likes to talk, he likes his voice and that Lang Lang's deep eyes, he said: "Everyone has their own misfortune and suffering, if each of us stuck in the suffering of individuals, the world would be what it like it? life alive, when the Kuang Chi Jianwei attempt to report negative ah! "
However, such a day is too short, and seven days, let alone seven days so infatuated with Lynn, language teachers disease is cured, he should go, and Lynn cried very sad, he was hand patted the head of Lynn, said: "Lynn I am also sorry, later you can play on my home, I give you leave address. "In this way, He Lin's eyes go out, walk a longer distance of the ... ...
Fluttering in a snow day, Lynn found his home, which spread laughter, so I stopped in her tracks in the window, she saw that he was, and a young woman, funny and one on just one year old child, I do not know how she was very sad, and turned to run back, overlooking a tree crying for a long time for a long time.
Day day by day passed, and Lynn never been to his house, but even more melancholy, and she thought a lot, "Everyone has their own misfortune and pain ... ... that people should attempt to report Kuang Chi Jianwei negative ah! "Yes, she suddenly grew a lot and matured a lot, in the days near the entrance, and she desperately to learn, when she received a normal school admission notice, I really can not believe this is true . That night, Lynn holding a bouquet of flowers, ringing the door of his house when he appeared at the door, the deep red, he bowed and said: "Thank you, teacher!"
18-year-old ah, how many people in this age choose the road, Lynn at the age of 18 have lost many times, and has also been a lot of, in this loss and get in the right to cross about, must be greater than the losses ah!
Ah, 18-year-old winter!
