In the telephone descend slowly and lightly for one season

In the telephone, descend slowly and lightly for one season
That is the day of a period of bitterness. How many does not sleep in long night, any candle lights are accompanying long waiting, virgin after the once mutual encouragement, understanding each other that all of a sudden became rain, splash down in the first love season knowing, not keeping in a feature. The day of first love is new every day, girl friend black long hair, shirted of yellow T, spent the clothing skirt, became the most beautiful purely most truest scenery in the world. The small city is my homeland, the girl friend is another I in the homeland. Drag in the curtain of memory ----Carry an admission notice of university, move towards a distant place that cannot know. Does not I wonder if it is before separating the emotion, or the misunderstandings of the common customs have engulfed the girl friend's confidence, in the face of 10,000 kinds of explanations of 1,000 kinds of mine, the girl friend has one's face covered with tears, the beautiful eyes have seemed to be been told all sorts of helplessness greatly and hurt and wronged. The girl friend says that sends me off and gets on the bus today --For the last time. Seeing off, succeeding, finishing all these to be in name only last, change one than " hold palmistry, watch tearful eyes " More plaintive scene? But I promise two energies of injury well up note, what I bear, go, stab she again also! The intersection of T and shirt spend the intersection of clothing and skirt, stand in in being already cool autumn wind silent. Wisps of thin delicate fragrance comes indistinctly, curl up before eyes a circle encloses the thin smog. If there can be a chance to retrieve, I would rather abandon everything, go to pursue that warmth that once had. Time flow, go devotion that imprint on one's mind, how much times of Zhi bracelet alone in the night, go to pursue that period of days that can't be forgotten. In that season end, I plucked up one's courage at last to pick up the telephone. "Hello, sprout at home? " I have a kind of baffled turmoil. "I? " Then a sweet laugh, " busy? " "I only want to listen to your voice. " I suddenly see the light. The microphone is reticent, a kind of unspeakable silence ...... "Thanks, I am having a thing to tell you, I have been engaged. " The once girl friend had a boyfriend, my heart sank to the bottomless chasm. "Can you tell me your present feeling? " If that sentence acted like a child, so cardialgia as to make me unable to refuse. "I am glad, sad for oneself for you. " "Then do you guess what he is like? " "Must be very graceful, moral standing is good too, look like me very much. " " smug! " The girl friend's laugh is still so magnificent, the same as before. "Can not be too tangible, or else the air not always sprouted. " The girl friend says after smiling she is very tangible with great emphasis. She is very tangible, the girl friend needs one to fit strong fragrance at the quiet harbour, this is that I can't offer to her now; But the girl friend was no longer a girl friend from then on, the heart ached very much, the ones that ached wanted to cry. The story germinated in spring was not written into autumn, everything passed by, in conjunction with the bright memory to that season. It was covered with dust on the bottom of heart that the once emotion past event can only be stuck the label of years, stay and turn one's head and look for that purest and most beautiful and vividdest feeling after experiencing various vicissitudes of life and seeing the world. That piece black to turn to be yellow while being long the intersection of T and shirt spend the intersection of clothing and girl of skirt, stand in the bleak and chilly autumn wind into a beautiful sculpture dimly. In the telephone, descend slowly and lightly for one season!

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