#秋日生活打卡季#
Author: Wu Shi'an
The north wind blew in the morning, and it was almost noon, and the sun vaguely appeared in the sky with a large golden ball. The atmosphere on the ground suddenly became lively, the smiling faces of the students suddenly became vivid, and the laughter and conversation on campus were much more real.
However, Ling'er knew she couldn't be happy.
- She feels that in the past few days, she doesn't like to laugh and move around. Today, I seem to be tired and tired, more responsible, and silently pass the time for a minute and a second, and when this class is over, I will quickly go back to my residence to rest.
She quietly glanced at the green space on campus again. Because there is often a handsome boy who walks by there. She quickly withdrew her gaze. Her heart began to stir. I always felt that there was something more in my heart during this period of time: something that made her soft and lazy; Something that suppressed her agile thinking; Something that swayed her mood.
"You, what's wrong with you?" The lively and cheerful Cui'er pulled Ling'er's left arm and asked.
Ling'er raised her head, and Cui'er's dark eyes stared at her. At this time, one or two playful male classmates shuttled behind Cui'er, and the campus was full of playing and talking.
"One more lesson?" Ling'er avoided Cui'er's gaze and said casually.
"Hey, you're so anxious!" Cui'er obviously diverted her attention from searching for Ling'er's thoughts, "Is there anything important?" ”
"Hmm." Ling'er nodded half-earnestly and half-pretentiously.
Actually, how can you know the secret of my heart. Ling'er stroked the long, black hair on her forehead, and her eyes were full of good looks. Cui'er seemed to be lost in thought. Ling'er doesn't care about everything in the world, and still feels that she has been abducted by the green on campus. In the past few days, she likes to gently touch her face with her hands, touching and touching, and her heart is full of hopelessness; Touching and touching, a youthful vitality squirmed around her.
Her face was white, soft, delicate, and moist. Sometimes, she looks in the mirror and finds that her face is beautiful. So, I rejoiced in myself. At this time, she tried her best to stop herself from thinking wildly, but gently, as if the spring breeze was blowing in her ears, she happily and unconsciously thought of one shy and moving story after another. She noticed that her face was getting redder and looking more attractive.
The class bell rang, and she followed the flow of people into the classroom.
"But I can't relax and study." Ling'er forcefully opened the new class she was about to take, "But, that feeling is so good, although it takes a lot of energy. Inadvertently, the green on campus almost reappeared in her mind.
"What the hell!" Ling'er muttered in her heart. She was a very feminine child, and when she saw that she was fragile and had no ideas, she was even more tender, and she had a charm that overwhelmed people, and there were thousands of fragrant fragrances wafting from her youthful body.
At this time, Ling'er only cared about the anger that made her itch wholeheartedly and stubbornly, and she was very serious and careful.
"Today we are on ......"
The teacher's voice covered everything.
On this day, the wind was not too strong for half a day, and the sky was covered with a gray mist.
In the afternoon, several male and female classmates were reading and talking. Ling'er walked on the playground between them. I can't help but say that she now has a sense of pride, a feeling that she can shake off the green on campus. From ancient poetry and modern literature, she found that the natural environment will have a certain impact on people's feelings. And now, the weather is sad, and all kinds of romances can be cut off in a big way.
She grabbed the single shoulder and shook it violently a few times, as if the green on the campus was not so clear. And when she moves, she looks very vigorous and full of beautiful lines. She kicked the ground again, as if she could move away from the green in her head. She naively thought: While the green in the campus is gradually fading in her mind, she wants to run far away and liberate her original, simple and relaxed her.
On the hillside outside the school, on the field path, there were pairs of students scattered in clusters, and they were so unhappy and free.
"Thank you for giving me a good feeling." Ling'er suddenly felt light.
"Energetic." She remembered those four words.
Yes, on the top of the northern mountain where silence reigns and is the mainstay, things full of vitality are gratifying and inspiring. In this environment, the green wheat seedlings and the green grass all render the freshness and tenacity of life in the north.
But Ling'er, who is full of poetic temperament and oriental feminine beauty, firmly does not think about the green on campus.
Does that mean she can get out of that green?