Chapter 99 leisurely leisurely (21)

Through them, I saw a new life, a life I dreamed of, a life I had never encountered before, and this can also be seen from Hong's letter.Hong also knows movies very well, she is taking a film elective course in school, a film elective course! This is my dream course.Flipping through the letter, I saw their chorus start to be active again amidst her ramblings. Everyone sang "I believe" together; A child sang "Outside the long pavilion, the ancient By the side of the road..." She was sitting on the ground reading a book, as if sitting on the lawn in the daytime; in the physical education class, everyone was playing number, and she was so hot that she took off her unlined clothes and continued to run; swimming class The frolicking on the Internet; her thoughts on Jin Haixin's song; when she was the host of the party with Taiwanese students, she blurted out the phrase "Zhongtai", and she was upset about it for a few days, and her eyes were swollen from crying. What a girl! Love People who live are the most beautiful. It is rare to hear others comment on my poems, let's see what she said:

"I saw your poem today, and I don't know what you think. I like the one you gave Xiaoyun the most. You are a towering tree. Compared with the rest, this poem is mature, real and jumpy enough. My favorite line is 'Or, I'm an anonymous postman. Every morning just to see you sleepy when you pick up the mail' and the line 'Forget me, we never met', I was full of heart when I saw that line The infinite attachment and reluctance, as well as the sentence 'but look at me, look at me again' really touched my heart and made me feel thousands of times." Hi! Anyway, I like all the words that praise me , I sometimes see her muttering in the letter, she expects to travel to Europe with her boyfriend, but she forgot to say that Hong has a good relationship with two boys at the same time: "I hope there are tall straw stacks there, I want to lie down Sleep on it and watch the stars."

How romantic! Well, ignore the other letters and get straight to the point. During the New Year, she wrote a letter about the lively New Year party in her class and the crazy dance at night. Hey! What a grandeur.The Fourth Middle School is a combination of Chinese and Western educational concepts. It has a set of "hard" tests and a set of soft tests, which can be described as both soft and hard.Think about our school, we have to wear school uniforms at all times, so where is it called a school uniform?Then she talked about her experience of staying out at night with her boyfriend, and my newly grown hair almost pulled back.Let's see what she thinks:

"In one's life, before adulthood, there is no adventure of not returning home at night, which is too inferior. Based on this macro theory, we try not to let our youth be too lonely, too lonely, too ordinary, and too lifeless. Later After tossing all night, I got a bad cold and my voice was hoarse, but I think it was worth it. Even my Chinese teacher who has a good relationship with me also said: 'Be careful-it's good, it's worth it.'” Her thinking is very consistent with mine , but in the past, although I tried my best to pursue and explore in school, I couldn't think of such a thing.Thanks to the tumor, for allowing me to have such an opportunity to get in touch, otherwise we will always be two tracks that never meet, you go your way, I go mine.The scene of Wang Zhao, a handsome nine-foot man, lying on his desk while doing his homework and vomiting blood came to my mind again.

She described the next experience vividly and vividly, with a lot of knowledge, and she was able to handle everything at her fingertips. It seemed that I was also excited and liked it very much. I could even feel the beauty of the clothes blown by the wind in the night.Hong is so busy, looking at everything and enjoying everything, she has exhausted all the sensuality in the world.The letters I wrote to her have gradually grown from childish to proficient, which is progress.Here's what I'm thinking: "In my spare time, I read a collection of essays by women writers in history. I admire them, they are too strong! Seeing that the women in the upper class in the past (18th to 19th centuries) were tired of chatting and playing cards, I set up literature and art. Sharon, please invite some scholars and celebrities to come. They are called "Blue Sox Society". "Blue Sox Society" has become a nickname for talented women. I am very inspired by this. I may call you "Hong Sock" in the future. You should also organize one Groups like the 'Blue Socks Club'. But you are so busy, alas! Poor!" In the letters to the students of No. 4 Middle School, I usually introduce my illness first, and each letter looks like a step-by-step splicing of gravel roads. Same.It would be great if such a beautiful communication lasted for a long time. Time flows silently from the bottom of the pen like this. Breathing heavily. Now if you see me again, you won’t recognize me. Everything in your body is messed up. It changes at night, and you are full of allergies. If your legs are not as thick as your eight legs plus one, or your hands are swollen .It was so red and swollen that I could eat it. My five fingers were so swollen that there was no place to put them together. I was ashamed to see anyone! I was so excited to find a camera to take pictures. Come and see sometime!"