An essay entitled "I am still"

I still am.

In the horse class, I turned my pen and looked out of the window. There is ash floating in the sky that can't be melted, and the sunshine that hysterically wants to be in full bloom is transmitted. The young gentleman stood on the platform dancing and taught the method of controlling resources. I was in the back seat.

I saw a group of people passing by with basketball outside the window. At last, a boy was kicking a stone at the bottom of his foot, and his expression was indifferent. Why do I feel like I've seen you before? That's how you appeared in those days, wearing polished jeans and a huge white T-shirt, smiling at me, seducing me in a mess and then turning around and leaving ... I knew you were the biggest robbery in my life, but I jumped into the trap you set without hesitation.

At that time, it was the season when campus love novels flooded. I looked at them aboveboard in class, imagining that I could only play my Mr. Right in the story of onlookers. But how did I meet you? Annie's books are always in my bag. You patted me on the head and said, "Little girl, reading too many of these books will poison me …" In fact, I hate being called little girl, but I didn't say anything because it was you. I remember at that time you always liked to pull my ponytail and asked me why I didn't wear eye shadow like other girls. I said, "A girl like me looks good without dressing up." Do you remember your reaction? "Well, yes, my home is very beautiful." Because of this sentence, I secretly complacent for several days.

I wonder if anyone still remembers the day when the school culture and art festival opened in high school. I was recommended by my teacher to run for host. Oh, what a coincidence that you are here. Simple self-introduction, poetry reading and scene simulation are all easy to host. When the partner presided, we were arranged to draw lots together. When preparing for the final exam backstage, my nervous hands were full of sweat. You took my hand carefully and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Looking at your firm eyes, I also settled down. The next link is unexpectedly smooth, and we will win all the way.

After that, the days were calm again. Although you only ask me out for dinner or a walk on weekends, I am still immersed in the little happiness you gave me. The pressure of senior three makes you afraid to relax, so I am also very sensible and never bother you. However, there was a beautiful white girl beside you that day, with curly hair and eyelashes that looked like a princess in a fairy tale. There is also a heroine, but why didn't you tell me? I silently sucked the coke in the cup. Later, you left first, and I sat alone in the swivel chair of the water bar in a daze until mess-boy urged me to get up and leave. You don't know, do you? At that time, my heart was like an earthquake, fragmented and full of fragments.

When I saw you again, you were drunk in the bar of Kapok Paradise, only to know that you had separated. You said you were sad. I put your head on my shoulder, and the faint smell of tobacco on you swam down your hair and into my nose. I really hope that I can be so deep and close to you forever. However, the smiling woman took enchanting steps to help you slowly disappear from my sight. Every time I am left alone, it seems to be such an ironic scene. I wandered alone on my way home. The moonlight is clear, there are few pedestrians, and the air is filled with a cold smell, even stronger than the smell of mint. Then, I can't find you anymore. I don't know if you have made up now, but I just saw your asshole leave a message "Let's not meet again." How should I react? This scene is very embarrassing.

Later, when I heard your news, it was already snowing outside the window, and my sight was full of fog. Is there no snowflake flying in that city where there is spring all year round? However, the thoughts planted in my heart have not been broken with the passage of time. I'm still addicted to Annie's story. The love between men and women in cotton always hurts me.

Finally, I also boarded the college entrance examination train. On the day I filled in my volunteer, you came back and stood at the door of Room 302, saying loudly "I like it". In fact, as long as I look up, I can greet you with a warm smile, but I have no strength to play games with you in pain. I used 2B pencil to smear on the long square of Peking University. The sunshine in midsummer is very strong, and it is sprinkled on the ground through the leaves, and the road surface is mottled, just like the mark you left.

Remember the first time we met? You walked by with a basketball, smiled warmly at me, and walked into my heart with such a beautiful gesture, two years and three months. ...

Now, I'm trying to smooth out the brand you left behind, so long just to record your stay. If I have another chance to meet you, maybe I will have the courage to stand in the middle of the road and say loudly, "I still like you!" " "