Because he is not so young again, he was defeated in front of such a simple smile.
The sound of the piano like water is worthy of the green streets of Taiwan, the clean smiles of teenagers and the light skirts of girls. We believe in beauty, and that's how it all started, isn't it? Those wits and courage in my heart and the silent expression on my face are exactly the youth I want to tell you, listen carefully.
After I liked him for so long, I could only secretly take pictures of him and pick up some of his trash.
I like him, but I can only hear the news that he has a girlfriend when he hesitates to tell him every day. He could only take the opportunity to work for the school in the same office as him, and quietly take back the promotional poster he painted after it expired, and now it is still in a locked drawer. I wrote him a letter and learned that he actually knew me a long time ago, and happily put the reply in my wallet.
The green shade covers the entire blue sky, the shade is the sly smile on your face, and it is me chasing you behind you.
Teenagers have delicate skin, smooth and clean, fresh hair, and clean smiles, and I can't bear to put bad things on them.
The boy shouted loudly: Hey, are we breaking up like this? Hey, are we breaking up like this? Hey, are we breaking up like this?
Relentlessly.
If yes, then it proves that we still have time to live together. I, after all, have been with you, my favorite girl. We kissed, held hands, and broke up.
If that doesn't count, then I can't tell myself that it was just me and myself in a relationship for that long.
The scenery that glimmers in the past is right for you. There was still the sound of the piano on that road, but I was left alone, and there were disobedient tears. Blur the entire sky.
What do you mean? what do you mean?
You said to me in a familiar voice:
If you are 17 years old and all you think about is whether you can go to college, you are no longer a virgin, and you pee in a straight line, what a happy child you would be.
Another voice said:
If I use his ballpoint pen and keep writing his name until the ink is finished, will he fall in love with me.
That year, I was just a pale girl with no breasts and no pimples on my face. I only pursed my lips and watched the person I like smiling at others, and I was liked by others.
Bonfires illuminate red cheeks, fireworks fall into the sea, tropical fish swim around in the aquarium, and the moon is as fresh and lovely as the moon. There's nothing hard to come by.
The summer is coming to an end, as if nothing was done and nothing was left.
In fact, there is still something left. Whatever we leave behind, we become what kind of adults.
If you start liking a guy, be the first to tell me.
Laugh fart. What I'm saying is true.
How familiar the scene is. It seems that everything will return to the starting point after a long turn.
The sound of the piano like water, the green streets, the bowl of dumplings, and the vegetable and tofu soup.
Although I can't see myself with my eyes closed, I can see you.
I don't know what to say about this movie, it's not just a memory, or a tribute to me, as most people say. I can only describe it. This is a story with clear and simple clues, but I narrate it so complicatedly, because I think only in this way can I be worthy of whether it is Zhang Shihao, Meng Kerou, or Lin Yuezhen’s inner life. Tangled journey.
I hope that in a year, three years, five years or more, you can see the world you once wanted.
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