Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Dust from the end of the town of Xi'an Jiaotong University back Shimizu

 Put down bags after the rebound home, Jing Zhichao in the long-Ping-go in the direction.

expanse Daiwa, small bridges, people smoke, a foot between an inch or old appearance. Familiar with the Southern Charm of quiet in between the wandering ear, nose, foot waves out of blue stone road is within reach of the warm melody. Thinking longer turn a blind eye, take a deep breath one breath, as if time suddenly back - Junior shuttle between the figure in the cottage Remembered into deep mountain gradually clear up, in turn, when out of the alley, suddenly grew up,UGG shoes, met the vicissitudes of life. Former youth, is mottled time left lying down silhouette, still bustling brilliant.

end of the dust in high school, the parents went away to work in Xi'an, leaving only dust and an old-style courtyard at the end holidays, when back at him. After high school, the end of the ancient city of Xi'an was admitted to study dust, empty this old house down, usually have very little back. If not earlier, and is young and will have

school summer holidays, students went home, the huge one on campus was deserted, solitude is. Sunshine, as always, Luo Zhao, before quietly lush flower beds drenched gardenia trees and grape vines on. The winds, branch leaf pendulum swing, startled bursts of fragrance. Just sitting around the flower beds before the juvenile has been secretly stolen for, come and go, never stop. Xiao-mark light wet,UGG shoes, fleeting connections with the outside, those people, those things, fragmentary, are scattered into the wind disappear in a time of settling the dust like a dream two years.

end of dust through the administrative building, tree-lined walking trail in the school, the square come from the City Bureau of Parks transplanted plane trees have been spectacular, crowded in upon. In the evening, many students sit under the trees enjoy the cool air, speaking to the pro forma Middle School suppressed passion burning life and dreams of youth, the end of dust under the tree is also frequent. The moon was in, according to Choi Wan had owned. Flash is two years.

square behind the North Building - Science Building, the last three years, where dust from morning till evening, carrying with him a complete high school career. Go down the wooden stairs, he worked day and night battlefield - Three science classroom. Three years, he and the dream of many of the students struggle with the narrow staircase in the back and forth, Shaohua extreme, sporadic little bit of all the memories. The old wood carved signs of varying depth, feet up, send prevarication of the ring, is the echo from the dust flying, low deep, resonate powerfully. Classroom doors and windows closed, will be able to reach out to embrace Mingxinkegu memory, although a thin layer of the wall, but the distance stretches a yet so far away. The end of dust at the window, looking at the north corner of the empty desks in classrooms dumbfounded. Quiet sun to fall on the desktop, shining in, pouring out of mountain back of the book he engrossed, still clearly quite standing there, silent as words.

face extending from the corridors, the long, covered with sun parasol tree falling through prosperous layer of broken pieces of Sparse, thin, light and dark phase, Qing Yi slowly. The end of dust slowly walked over, carefully helping hand on the iron railings, palm moment it came piping hot, but it has clenched his fingers, leaned out of the hall, looked toward the South Tower opposite. Promenade at the end, empty shadows, but clearly stands with a girl wearing a white dress, long hair, dressed in glossy black, according to the railings, looked up to see bright sky overhead and behind the scenes all academic buildings. That year, the end of dust on the Middle School.

infernal title sea life, too boring people breathe. The end is always dust in the language class Ce Guotou like to see the roof of the sky and the distant light blue shade throughout the year, such as Yucheng covered mountains. Sun shining through the window, falling on his head, from summer to winter, from winter to summer. Occasionally birds fly, the birds can or two, but leaving no trace.

recess and the noon break, the end of the dust will always stand outside the gallery to see across the tall plane trees and lush ground Yucheng distant mountains. I do not know the beginning from the day, three shifts every day at noon outside the classroom across the South Building of Arts will be on time wearing a white dress, long hair dressed in glossy black girl, standing in the shadow of plane trees cast down and watching the bright sky overhead, and teaching building behind the mountain rivers. Dust in the North end of the classroom floor, and confrontation across the south tower standing on the middle of a row of plane trees just across the tree, near the height of summer, flourish, and shading from the sun. Looked from the north tower, across the corridor not see the faces; from the south tower Look over here, one can not tell what is fuzzy. The end of the dust is always a man found her in the hallway, toward the opposite tall plane trees and the valley of teaching outside the building intently. To see the scenery seen through the landscape, is young and quietly standing in the south tower of the position to become the most bright and clear that summer landscape, dust at the end of Middle School life arouses reverie depicted the rich patterns.

Linkao eve, school science and the arts three shifts to three shifts a football match. Although the posters put out early, but the stands that day are still very few spectators, many students continue to race against time to learn in the classroom, the College Entrance Exam to do for the upcoming final sprint. To drive the pitch at the end of dust, but from time to time looking around the stands, did not find any figure. In the fierce physical confrontation, the end of the psychological burden of dust gradually down, enjoy the sway the youth character. Goals of the moment, his whole body feels relaxed prominent string tension, there is a strange flowing easily relaxed. Looked up at the sky, sun glare, head of the sweat pouring down his head Hearty, he reached to wipe, wet, the more friction the more. Bow of the moment, saw the end of the dust off with a soccer girl wearing a white dress came, I do not know what the two girls sitting in the stands shouted loudly with her name - is young. He crashed back, hollowed from the wire fence outside, wearing a white dress that the girl came from a distance, long hair hanging to the shoulders, he was prepared to walk closer to the pace of scan, has been keen to embrace teammates, and poignant cheers drowned. Glanced too far the moment, he had a closer look, her back outlines the South Wing corridor often girls profile, her name is Wei Yang.

Her name is young and gardenia opened in July, when the dust that her last name, but remember this so that he has fond memories of the name, and then parted. She Qu Wang Lanzhou, Gansu, Shaanxi, Xi'an he fell. Unlike the ancient city of Xi'an

Southern town in a desolate Gumao statements of the historical legacy of the vicissitudes of life, strong human heritage impact on dust deposition in the south of Yangtze River at the end of the tender, brought back hidden in his heart Dream deep young hero.

freshman year, the end of dust indulge in Xi'an's Hui-old history and university life in new and exciting in the original rhetoric aside, and, like many of the same year, dream life, indifferent. Sophomore, day light slowly down, began to miss the past. After all, a city just its own picture, but can not replace once past, there is always the foundation of life on growth and Sri Lanka's southern, hometown of the late dust - clean water for the town. Walking in the campus, see the dual knot team couple, and he often sat on the balcony miss the clear water of life in town, and the Middle School was in pain and happy times, as is young and he missed, touch the engraved in his heart of girl.

would like to write to the young and the end of the dust, but do not know of her e-mail address. In school, he withdrawn by nature, not with anyone and not a friend. Finished college entrance examination, he was too late and the young and the farewell was received Xi'an parents, even school graduation did not participate. He tried to input the recipient in the mailbox that can be linked to contact with her address, but after all, smile soon as, needle in a haystack, perhaps she does not remember, and then gave up.

remove the class of the time, the end of the dust will stay in the library and read or write access in the dormitories, day after day. When writing fails, but also occasionally play with a simple QQ games to kill time. One day, he was 205 in the chess world in the room, encountered a man named









keyboard.

seconds, and then in the face on the cover. Overhead fluorescent light as day, light up the room's dark corners. Cheek on his hand slowly sliding down the slide, re-parked on the keyboard, he quickly login Netease his mailbox, enter the recipient address is young and the Pinyin weiyang@163.com, letter writing:

, touch you? Write this letter, I do not know if you can receive.

you remember the Middle School that year, on time every day at noon in the North Building corridors that boys do? At that time,UGG BOOTS, you always used to wear a white dress, wore long hair, standing in the corridor across the south tower of Arts three classes,UGG boots, the half by railings, inclined plane trees cast in the shadow of large areas of shade, looked up and bright overhead The sky behind the mountains and rivers school buildings. Down on the crisp sunshine wanton, warm bright and clean, tree and shadow playing the rhythm of summer bright light and shadow, winding forward.

I am now in Xi'an. University of abnormal lonely life, far from imaginary joy and gladness, after a year novelty, the face-down in real life, or trivial, but the dream appears remote. I have no friends here, still a loner, but many do not have a high school alone. Walking along the street, or on the balcony, I often could not help thinking back period of good times, think of you rely on in the hallway opposite the south tower looks ... ...

see the end of the dust-mail every day, but She still did not reply. After three months, beginning led to yesterday afternoon, he returned part-time four-out magazine, Internet check the reader response, surprised to discover that there is an inbox, reply, is the strange e-mail. Open the message the end of dust, a text box pops up if:

I Weiyang. Ping in the rain until support teaching, where difficult conditions, the network blocked, not the Internet, last night he finally received your mail.

I remember, always remember that year, North Building, opposite the boys wear black that day at noon time in the corridor, looked up at the roof like the light blue sky and the distant green all year round shade, such as Yucheng covered mountain ... ...

dust repeatedly reading the young and the end of a letter, will be carefully laughter, in accordance with the young and the left of the QQ number, quickly added to the friends column .

, reading, writing, occupied all my time. br>
unforgettable memory of the past time. their names not see the person; graduation, you suddenly disappeared from the school, looking for are not people looking for ... ... you, but unable to do so. Waning. long years of river, together to build a dike from the memory bank.











end of dust and young and the memories of people from high schools that can not be forgotten in time, talk to each other with their own worries and sadness, talking about their respective schools trivial story, night and day.

when summer is coming, the end of dust that, in July, we see similar schools. Yucheng

distant mountains still lush, surging down from the mountain springs fly splash of jade, understatement is a landscape painting, ink directly into the abyss at the bottom, short or death.

dust from the north end of teaching downstairs floor, in front of the library met a girl wearing white clothes, Qi ears short hair. She looked up slightly shy to say: Department Yucheng looming mountain scenery. Weiyang not a moment to go home to take care of his sick father, left me. this time the hallway opposite the north building is always a male, look up the sky of the sun and clouds. I remember school football game on that field goal when you shoot the ball free and easy expression, all of a sudden want to ease our minds full burden of the backlog, much easier. Thank you! is young and waiting for you, go faster! Er Liu walked from the front of floating past, disappeared in the depths of gardenia outside the school.

sun thousands of miles, from the deal to come out Akira's sky, the misty silhouette of living time, startled the height of summer in July of dust, the dust has settled.

parasol tree standing in the end of the dust, looking at the far back of Willow Hill, stagnation in place, motionless, he would like to open call her name, told her he had the corridor from the North Building South Tower appeared to see past the girl is not young and the corridor outside, he has been like, nor is young girls, had appeared in the corridor outside the south wing of his heart girl, her name is Liu Seoul.

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