Not every sentence, sorry, it’s okay to change it.

Looking at the rough sea, sniffing the sea breeze that was slowly blowing. The cold light of the moon hugs me, and I can't help but tremble, and this trembling makes my heart that has already broken more painful.

Remember the letter I wrote to you before? Maybe you have already thrown it away, but I remember it clearly because it is our best memory: a thousand tears, buried in the heart, no words, until the end of the years, absurd youth, suddenly, a few degrees Looking back, there are a lot of memories. Thank you for making such a touching story in my life.

Remember the one who was sitting at the beach that night? How beautiful it is. How warm! You told me: "Some people have lived through their lives in one second, so people can't wait, but after meeting you, I am willing to live all my life in that second. I am willing to meet at that time. Waiting for the place." Just then, I swear: You are a friend of my life.

But all the warmth, everything was broken at that time, like a broken mirror, there is no room for recovery.

"Bell..." The bell ringing in the class rang, and the students were busy packing things up and preparing the books for the next class. And I am immersed in the words of the teacher's criticism. This is the gaze coming over and suddenly took me. I jerked back, maybe it was just finished, and I was in a bad mood. I shouted and said, "What are you doing! Didn’t you see people thinking about something? Really!" After this inexplicable discourse, after a meal, he also angrily shouted: "Please! I am here to tell your history teacher to find you to go to the office. I kindly told you, I did not expect you to be like this!" I retorted: "Hey! You still have a fight! Is it useful to shoot? If you say it, can you not be lighter? You think I am four evil! I want to shoot me!" I sneered, ignoring me, leaving. It is.

Going home, thinking about it before I found out that it was my fault, I shouldn’t lose my temper, and people are kind!

In the next few days, Ning did not say a word to me. Even at the graduation ceremony, we hurriedly left without even saying "bye bye", and we lost contact. We have disappeared in the past without a word, and we will not go back.

I also thought about active mediation, but the face is indeed like a rope tied to the wall, which locks me tightly and makes me unable to move. In the path of life, in the choice of left to right, I was already exhausted, I didn't think so, I had to give up.

Yes, I gave up, gave up our former friendship, gave up the splendid smile, and gave up the warmth of crying together. However, now I finally solved the ropes on my face, but she has already left, and I have been immersed in the "I'm sorry" for many years, but I have not changed the "I don't care". On the contrary, I only got The fading back and the tears of remorse.

Strolling through the beaches of the past, I saw the familiar sea and the moon as clean as before. I smelled the same affectionate sea breeze. But everything that is today will not regain the warmth of the past.

The moonlight bathed coldly in my already exhausted body, separating the soul from the flesh. Open your eyes, close your eyes again, and repeat it several times. The evening breeze has already been sung all the time, and the heart flutters to the horizon with salty sea water, and tastes heartbreak together.

Followers Han Hong's "Listen to the Sea" song, together with the sea, tears, sprinkled the earth...

Jingjiang Foreign Language School, Jingjiang City, Jiangsu Province, sixth grade: sugar paper butterfly chain