That cherry blossom rain

On the campus where the book is screaming, under the old tree with flowers and leaves, who is holding hands with them, shoulders shoulders? Who said that I like watching cherry blossoms most? Who said that our friendship will always be as bright as the cherry blossoms, shining like stars? Even though all the words and vows have drifted away in the wind, I still deeply love the cherry tree, the eternal cherry blossom rain.

The process of meeting him is very simple. Just like all the fairy tales and the beginning plot of the novel, it is so beautiful and simple. I remember that it was the first day of the first day of school. Facing the new school, the new environment, the new life, I was a novelty when I was 12 years old, and I was infinitely yearning. I only remember that I carried a SpongeBob cartoon bag at the time, standing under an old tree full of pink flowers, picking up my toes and trying my best to pull the branches covered with flowers, but ultimately because of the height Not enough to end in failure, when I was young, I didn't feel how funny my behavior was and how exaggerated the action was. I just wanted to pick it up, but just as I was about to give up, a long, thin hand passed over my head, carefully took the flower off and reached out and handed it to me.

"Stupid, this is cherry blossom, you don't know, please pick up the height if you want to pick flowers." The boy's voice with a little anger was introduced into my ear. I looked up at him. Although I was very grateful to him, I never said anything to thank you. I looked at it secretly. It was a thin face that was slightly childish but full of rebelliousness. "This kind of boy is definitely not the type I like," I thought quietly. I like the cute boy.

Since that time, I have never seen him again, and I feel that I am very impolite in my heart, and even thank you for not having time to say it. Another thing is that there is a student in the class who has never reported it. The teacher has vacated the last row of windows in the classroom. Of course, this little thing is not within my consideration, so I don't care too much.

Sometimes I don’t even believe that the boy who helped me pick the cherry blossoms is the one that has been taught by the teacher many times to educate us. There is really a fate in the past, so that people with a relationship can meet from each other. I don't know if my encounter with him is a fate, but we met miraculously, and in the same class, I also liked the same kind of flower. I remember the first sentence he said to me after meeting again, "It's you, short winter melon."

He has always been a problem student in the teacher's mind. It should have been a level higher than me, but he has been relegated because of poor grades and undisciplined. The same is true. At least the situation I saw was not much different from what the teacher said. In class, he always loves to stare at the two cherry trees outside the window, sometimes inexplicably smirking. More time is screaming at the desk, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him. When he is asleep, he is quiet, when the breeze gently pulls his hair, occasionally mixed. One or two fluttering leaves fell on the desk. I thought at that time: Maybe he also has his own story! Although the story is little known, it must be unforgettable.

Unfortunately, I didn't see the secret hidden in his heart until the end. Maybe it’s too simple for me to think about it. I don’t think that a 14-year-old boy will have any indescribable sorrow; maybe he is used to hiding all the pain in his heart for too long, so it’s not revealed. Perhaps he does not want to tell others about the story that happened to him, and wants to leave a little self-esteem. "I will change him", I encourage myself. So, on that day, a ignorant girl for the first time plucked up her courage to confess to a boy. Unexpectedly, the boy promised without hesitation.

He is actually a very careful boy. He will give me a big bag of sugar when I have a cold. He knows that I am afraid of taking medicine. I will take out my own test paper and give it to me when my grades drop. Tell me "Afraid of what, the test is not the bottom of me?. He will quietly accompany me under the cherry tree to see the pink petals flying in the sky, the cherry tree full of trees seems to witness the beginning of my relationship with him, also witness The end of all this.

From the first day to the third day, the time is not long, and the short is not short. I broke up with him in the cherry blossom season, 16 years old, handsome and quiet. That day, as always, he asked me to accompany him to see the cherry blossoms, but unlike usual, this time he said the most cruel words in the most plain language. What I didn't want to mention, the outcome may have been doomed. The fifteen-six-year-old flower season rainy season, the fifteen-six-year-old innocent love, is not blessed, does not dare to publicize, so it is so plain and faint.

Hate? Don't hate it. Resentment? Who should complain? I have never understood the meaning of the last sentence you said to me. "Being spoiled means losing. Remember not to rely too much. Because it is really easy to be spoiled."

I am very grateful to you, you have accompanied me through the three years of the country's ups and downs; you have watched so many cherry blossoms with me; you let me understand the warmth and bitterness of early love. Actually, I really want to say sorry to you, but I can't change you in the end, but you left me the most beautiful cherry blossom rain.

The third grade of Longchang 7th Middle School, Longchang County, Neijiang, Sichuan: Yuan Mulan