Sorry, I can't stop thinking about you again.

As the home of the most antique small shop suddenly disappear, my heart most cherish you also will disappear, also will fade away, also will become the memory of the past a hasty stroke.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help thinking about you again.

Just as the oldest and most primitive shop in the hometown, although the hand of several generations of people, but occupy the best position in the village, whether in terms of geography, or from the villagers heart weight. Just as your sudden appearance, and then quietly rooted in my heart. No matter how many ex-numbers you have gone through, the nutrients in this tiny, three-acre field have already been exhausted.

"Every person I fall in love with has a shadow of you. After writing this sentence, I suddenly stopped the pen at hand, the nib touched the yellow manuscript, the mind at a loss, can not say the kind of helpless also only precipitate in my heart, I was more sentimental, will not stop to miss you, and say such a sentimental words, I do not know.

"Since the bleak, why Sheng Xiao silent." ”

How much is related to love and affection, wrong experience, can make you really mature, and these, are just a necessary process. I met you, in my most ignorant age, puppy love, shy and restrained.

Sitting in the class, next to each other, a turn back, can see you, again and again, can be in the desk quietly, I will stand up from time to time, looking at you in there churn what, you will also borrow books to play cover, and sometimes even the classroom curtains are also used by you handy. In the noisy recess, I like to look at you lying on the desk, not long hair, oblique on the shoulder, I want to use the hand gently through your hair, "through your dark hair my hand", singing is this situation. And that emotion, in the countless times after years of dream, often appear, I use the hand, gently stroked your hair, fell on your shoulders of the hands, a long time refused to put down.

Dream, is the gap of the soul, is the continuation of the reality, is I do not reach the desire for the way ... So the dream so real, your every move, smiles, let me reluctant to wake up, lest you leave again, it is my hard to heal the heartache. You will not know, I still care about those things, those details, those related to your little bit.

Plain as water life will be busy because of some trivial, a popular magazine, can talk about a pleasant afternoon, playground Bylaws Fang Yiqiu Juvenile, the sweat of youth, how memorable time, Gap also because of your smile, and become exceptionally moving. I like to read the "prose", you will also turn around to steal the past, my collection of Bryant Cover Ball magazine, also because of your sake piled thick a stack, you may not be interested in these things, but I can never forget the youth deeds, after all, youth is like a joy game, no one will be fruitful, and no one is unhappy, Promises are as interesting as jokes, and chat and slander are equally sharp. Just as the dream of youth is illusory and vacant, a moment is eternal.

If you know from your mouth, "like" such an extremely sacred word, I will be more delighted, ecstatic. Just because we all know, like is a difficult to balance things, in the relationship and run-in period, will be entrusted to the other side, such as the April sunshine, warm and also too hot.

Fortunately, in that wonderful age, you like the art of Quiet me, I also liked the shy lovable you. Say the words of the export, too short, not as good as writing, so, in the passing of the note filled with a variety of literary fine sentences, sometimes sad, sometimes sharp, sometimes just sweet talk.

You say, the people who understand you are few, except me, do not need to understand you, but can deal with the right.

I've always played this skill to the fullest. In the short time with you. Perhaps you will not know, will never be you know, I privately consulted your many girlfriends, can be appropriate when you need to appear.

When I play as much as I can, you always ignore me, as if those harmless jokes really don't hit you. Habit is a terrible thing, I unexpectedly will amuse the character lasting forever, unfortunately, you have not been around me. Who should I say to those cold jokes?

Every time you write about your words, unconsciously and write sadness. Although I know you will not see me write these sentimental words, but I can not restrain the heart of the helpless love. I call it the overflowing and overflowing of sentiment.

Devout Christians will refer to the original sin, and I do not know that you appear, is not to forgive me, in my short time, sin and love coexist, like that late self-study skipping class of us, sneaking out of the classroom, in the bedroom behind the wash table sitting, moonlight in the eaves, light mottled, The shadow on the ground supporting the shallow smile of your mouth, I put the headset to you, sitting quietly in the moonlight shadow, thin talk, listen to the sad and not sad folk guitar.

Two people back with their backs, there is a breeze blowing, you say, so that time can still, so that we can not take the exam, do not think about tomorrow, do not scruple after the matter.

I'm just listening, not talking. Moonlight pulled the shadow of the tree, gradually there are other students walking around, we patted the buttocks, stretching a bit, back to the classroom, looking at the books on the desk, continued daze.

Starting from the middle school, like reading, began notes text, began to read a lot of books, began to run the library and visit the bookstore, also began to try to write the mood, will be restless in adolescence in the form of text expression. Sadness, is a juvenile's common problem, sentimental, moan, pain began to emerge in each unknown corner, and then naturally obtained a certain part of the recognition of people. And these, I began to write the original intention of writing.

Up to now, re-read the writing of those sentimental and artificial words, a sigh of regret. Feeling once young self is so sensitive, a move, a look, can be written in a long-winded, can also write a few words do not know the so-called modern poetry, in the face of those pain deep "injury", I dare not imagine that is how the pain can be created as Jiaozuo's words, the fragile heart, no longer can not withstand the destruction.

These years, the early puberty has passed, we all laughed at the sentimental sentiment, but also gradually stripped of the reality of the clear, gradually relieved the maturing of their own, not so sensitive, do not need to be so sentimental, do not let oneself emotional, rational and simple living, after this life.

We never put the monologue of the heart to each other, nor let the emotions around each other's feelings. Many times will be so, in the appropriate time, said warm words, do warm move, a look, a smile, secretly tidy up the desk clutter books, because some things need to use words to express so full of emotion, because some of the emotional needs of the environment of the foil to reveal a sincere affection.

But when more trifles occupy each other's time, it becomes a luxury to be able to open their hearts. I will be in recess or self-study, fragmentary mood with cavity love text heart very casually can write a pen, a few words are carrying a great and glorious mission as recorded in my book, Waiting for Yimeimei to read. Every time such a hot pillow after writing it disappears, nothing, but the ego feels too bloated.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be there again.

Tonight, promise me to think of you again, let me put the old in the youth, the sentence has never been said to like you.

In the years after the now for you to fill in a sentence.

"I love you so much." ”

Your eyes are staring at me intently.

I did not speak, looking at your shy face, "I do not want to talk about the object." ”

I just want to be with you forever!

Give SB. A.

Sorry, I can't stop thinking about you again.