At that moment, I know how to cherish

Autumn solstice, standing on the street, dead leaves are full of land. Full of bleak eyes. The wind lifted the leaves and the leaves were full of sky. The lingering in the brain is all her shadow, and the cut is constant, and it is still chaotic. Hands clasped his head tightly, grabbing the messy hair, and the mouth was bitter and spreading.

In the past, when I first appeared, I wanted to compare with Tiangong. That year, the results plummeted, the genius of the aura left me, into the bottom of life, the ridicule of the world, the pressure of the family, the ugliness of the world, like a boulder in the heart, breathless, such as suffocation. Frustration has long numbed me.

The mood is as bad as ever. I walked wildly on the street. I felt the drizzle between the unconsciously. In a short while, the rain drifted across the sky, and my heart was relieved. Perhaps the setbacks in my heart could not look down on any waves. The rain drenched my hair, dripping, I reached out, trying to hold the cold of this hand, feeling the few loves in this world - the selflessness of nature. Suddenly, I liked the sound of a bell-like sound. "Why is a person in a daze in the rain?" She held the umbrella over my head, and I looked back at her eyes. One's eyes were the window of her heart, the girl. The eyes are as clear as the clear spring, bright as a star, the pure eyes indicate that this is a very pure girl, my heart is a bit of a god, "Why do you look at me?" The girl looks very cute, like a child. I pouted a small mouth, but this is not a pretending gesture. From that look, it can be seen that this is entirely natural. I came back to face, facing the unparalleled face, white fluttering, the hair was light, my heart was shocked, she handed the umbrella to me, and the head did not return, and the distance disappeared into the corner, leaving only one sentence. If you have a chance to meet, the reporter will return the umbrella to me. I will also tell you my name, oh!" This is definitely a girl who is not deeply involved, and is not harmonious.

Maybe there is a reason, she transferred to our school, I also know her name - month. She also understood me and helped me out of this dilemma. The haze of her heart had already been blown away by her, and her smile was on my face. That night, the teacher criticized me, she accompanied me and comforted me; that night, I was despised by others, she retorted for me; that night, the red cross on my exam paper was that she helped me. Countless days, countless nights, intertwined with my confidence. She is also mature, but still retains the innocence.

Perhaps people are being stunned, she is gone, she is in a hurry, and she meets with us. Everything is so sudden. At this moment, I know how to cherish.

The third day: happy snow