I often have a similar dream. I dream that I am surrounded by a group of girls, walking on a straight and spacious road. On the right is an open lawn, and on the left are trees and flowers, covered by a bamboo forest and ivy corridor. office building.
There is a lecture theater at the end of the office building. There are ancient flower stands, a polished piano, carved iron windows, and an ancient mahogany door that is locked with an ancient copper lock all year round. Every time I They are all in front of the door, and they wake up the moment they want to open the door.
When I recall the scene in my dream, I always have a feeling of déjà vu. After thinking about it again and again, it reminds me of my middle school days. "Excitement and beauty come and go alone, knowing that success is empty. Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise."
Later, I began to forget that dream that had appeared frequently. In this foreign land in the south of the Yangtze River, I unexpectedly saw rain after rain, noisy or silent, cold or silent.
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River float year after year.
Until one day, a hard-cover notebook exuding the smell of memory suddenly appeared in my sight on the left hand side when I was combing my hair in the early morning. The sudden appearance shocked the long-lost memory, and I started to do that again. Dreams that have appeared frequently.
How could it appear suddenly?
I looked at you aside, and you smiled and shook your head. I went to read it myself.
Opening it, I saw you and me yesterday, clearly fixed on February 9, 2001. It, with a peaceful attitude, is waiting for it today, ten years later.
The title page of the diary is my favorite little poem, which was first finalized in my sophomore year of high school.
At that time, I loved reading and Song poetry, which was elegant and graceful.
I don’t know what day it was, but I suddenly realized that I looked out of the window and saw you. The clear blue sky, the setting sun, the straight campus paths, and the familiar you.
The light clouds and the blue sky warmed the winter of that year. When spring was coming, I chose to remember, and the color of the clear sky was fixed in the little poem of that year.
You said, you didn’t see who this little poem was written for, it’s my style.
I nodded and smiled. The twenty-two lines of the poem left only the taste of memory. Outside the window, there were light clouds and a blue sky.
At this moment, you and I, who have already bid farewell to the green and youthful middle school days, pick up a warm memory in the yellowing poem filled with clear skies, recalling a long-lasting ivy concern to search for, where there was me and the clear blue sky. you……
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Readers who have read my article and the above text, do you feel that the writing styles of the two are not on the same level? There is a big gap?
That’s the truth, I’m better at writing prose than writing.
Therefore, there are no so-called golden three chapters or ten golden chapters in this book. The opening chapter is narrated in a self-righteous literary and artistic way. Even if I only have a single computer, I will insist on finishing the article, because I lost the manuscript ten years ago, and my wish to restore it ten years later has always been at work.
So, please don’t ask me why the male and female protagonists in the book only met once after reaching 260,000 words, because that was a story that happened in 2001. At that time, there were no mobile phones, and at that time, you could only meditate. They have computers, but they don’t have them on the middle school campus yet, so they like to write letters.
So, please don’t ask me when the male and female protagonists in the book will fall in love with each other, because in this book, love is just like the title of the book, the thoughts like ivy, green, simple, and beautiful, just like when I first met you. An inadvertent blush.
From prose to writing, there will be many areas that need to be processed and refined. I will slowly improve. Thank you for your company and witnessing the transformation of my writing!
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Finally, thank you without hesitation!
Thank you all readers, thank you for your affirmation and support!
Thanks to the editors of Yuewen, especially my editor-in-chief, Lu Wei, for his affirmation and support. I still remember the excitement I felt when I came to the website seven days after publishing the article and less than 30,000 words, and the excitement when I was recommended. Excitement!
Thanks again to editor Lu Wei for your great insight! Hahaha.
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Qingyan Lingxue
2019.9.27
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