November 20, 2008
I was once a snowflake, swept by the cold wind, floating towards an unpredictable home
Thatched hut, broken bridge, desert Gobi, or cliff
After a deep sleep, I wait for the morning glow of early spring, and say goodbye to the short time when the warm wind passes by
The dew wrapped me up, as if I was in a pool of hot Mengpo soup, summer and autumn reincarnation, a big dream, and winter fell again...
But this time, I felt like I had broken free from the shackles, and a pair of powerful hands caught me by chance. We looked at each other, like the enemy destined in the previous life.
With a gentle smile, I melted in my palm without hesitation, following the blood, quietly looking forward to his smile...
After I came back from supper, I was in a daze, my face was hot and hot, my heart was full of thoughts and shame to tell others. I like to call this love at first sight, but I am afraid that I will become unrequited love in the blink of an eye, or even boring wishful thinking. It has been twenty years since I have been closed by me. It’s not that I don’t want to open it, but that I lack a blood to give me strength. In life, fate will be separated, people come and go, and after all, they are passers-by.
But this afternoon, I met a boy, a boy who was still excited and restless even after five or six hours passed.
There was no class in the afternoon, so I went to play tennis with two roommates. There were still many people in the tennis court. In front of our playing court, there were two boys playing, wearing sports clothes, and I didn't care much about the other things at the beginning.
My skills are very average. Although I spend most of my time practicing or being a spectator, I really like to play and I like to watch tennis games. It can be said that since I went to college, tennis has given me the greatest happiness in my spare time rest time.
The three of us were so excited that we decided to have a game, and we played nine goals between each two, and those who lost were invited to dinner.
When it was my turn to play, there was a set of three balls in a row. It was because I was slapped in the net. One ball was even more than one meter in front of the net. Then the two of them kept laughing at me and teasing me, slowly arousing my competitive spirit. When the next ball was my serve, I secretly gritted my teeth and swung my arm. A fierce shot was slapped. The best friend on the opposite side barely picked it up. The ball returned was slow and high, leaving me with enough time to easily score points.
In order to revenge the ridicule of the two of them, they poured their strength into their whole body again. It was obvious that a simple sideways and forehand can score, but I held the slap in my hands, eager to vent my chest tightness, saw the ball, closed my eyes, roared, and swung it over. Just when I was full of joy and was about to celebrate happily, I caught a glimpse of my best friend looking up at the sky. I hurriedly looked in the direction of the hit. I almost felt a little cold when I saw it. It turned out that I was exerting too much force and didn't control the hard part well, so I directly fired an anti-aircraft gun.
I saw the tennis ball flying high, and actually jumped over the protective net and headed straight to the venue in front of us.
Otherwise, it would be really a big blow to drink cold water when people were too busy. After flying over the protective net, the tennis ball began to dive rapidly and fell downwards. It would have been nothing if it had fallen normally, so the male students in the field helped to pick it up. But at this time, the flight trajectory of the tennis ball made the three of us more and more frightened as we looked at it. Almost at the same time, he shouted: Hello! Hey! Be careful!, but it was too late. After our shouting, there was a puff and then a scream. The boy opposite immediately covered his lower body with his hands, rolled back and forth, hissing and screaming in a hurry.
It turned out that when we were playing, the two sports students on the opposite side were also training tennis. We didn't pay attention. When the tennis ball flew out, we saw that they seemed to be doing stretching activities at that time. Both of them were lying flat on the field, doing the movements of their legs and upper bodies rising and falling at the same time. At this moment, the tennis ball I hit accidentally hit the most critical part of a boy's lower body.
Although it is autumn now, he is still wearing only shorts, so the blow from tennis must be even more serious
This made everyone present anxious and funny. The person involved was even more embarrassed and blushed, and he didn't care about face. He hurried to the venue and asked anxiously, but because the hit part was too sensitive, I couldn't ask too carefully, but the ants on the hot pan stood next to the boy, constantly apologizing
I noticed that the boy's friend was holding him while biting his lips and holding his smile. This made me even more embarrassed and I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.
The boy gritted his teeth and slowed down for more than ten seconds, and his expression became much more relaxed. He was slowly supported and sat on the rest chair. I breathed a sigh of relief, blushed again, and apologized seriously: Yes... I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't play the ball well, I'm so sorry, you... do you want to go to the infirmary to take a look!
The boy tried hard to squeeze and smile from his face, and said casually: It's okay, you didn't mean it, I'll just sit and wait for a while, you should go back and continue playing with your friends.
The friend next to him also said: It's really okay. Although boys have this fatal weakness, it hurts very much, but it's better to take a while. Don't worry, classmates!
After saying that, he finally released all the smiles he had been holding back for a long time. He quickly elbowed his friend and smiled gently at me. I smiled with my intentions, nodded, picked up a tennis ball and trotted back to our venue, his heart still pounded, sat on the chair with a hot face, and continued to hear the laughter of my best friend's teasing.
For some reason, since then, I always peek at the boy intentionally or unintentionally. I don’t know if it’s because of my lingering fear, concern or guilt, but I was dizzy at that time.
I saw him sitting for a few minutes before getting up and continuing to play ball with my friends. My mood slowly calmed down. Then I carefully observed the boy: he was about 1.85 meters tall, with a very good figure, and the strong muscles on his arms and calves looked particularly beautiful as he ran.
He is not particularly handsome, but he gives people a sunny and friendly feeling. He has big eyes, dark eyebrows, and capable short hair, making him look heroic.
As I looked at it, I found that his friend was staring at me, and smiled sly to him. He suddenly turned around. This made me embarrassed and I was already a big shot. If I was misunderstood again, I would have a good impression of others this afternoon.
I quickly turned my head, pretended to be calm and stood up and shouted to my best friend: Come on, I have to continue to fight!
After taking the beat, he started playing again. After a while, his friend left for some reason. Now it was his turn to sit there and observe us.
I had no intention of hurting him after accidentally hurting him. Now that he is staring at him, I feel more and more ashamed. The more nervous he becomes, the more sluggish he becomes. The several servings he serves are all outrageously erratic. I was so angry that I almost threw the beat, and gave the position to my best friend, sitting next to me.
Just when I was trying to find an excuse to get out first, he actually ran to our venue, leaning against the protective net, smiling on his face, and sweeping the three of us one after another, raising his hands to signal, saying hello, but finally his eyes were aimed at me, and gently invited: Hi, classmate, my friend left in advance, I don’t know if he would like to appreciate the scenery, let’s have fun together!
After hearing him say it, I became even more nervous and stammered and looked back at my two best friends in a panic. They were asking and asking for help. As a result, one of my best friends laughed and looked at the other one meaningfully, and said to me: Zhiyi, let's go when you invite all the handsome guys. It's still early, so let's fight for a while. You beat someone just now, just treat it as a plea!
As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them could not hold back their laughter and burst out laughing together. I waited for them hatefully, and made up my mind to go. Besides, this boy is not the kind that makes people hate, so I muttered in a low voice: OK... OK, let's play together for a while
As he said that, he got up and blushed, lowered his head, followed him with a small step, like a little girl who had made a mistake, and the ill-intentioned laughter of his best friend continued to come from behind.
After that, he picked up his friend's beat and gave it to me, and then briefly introduced himself. Only then did I know in detail that his name is: Yunlei, a junior in the Department of Sports, a senior class older than me, specializing in football and tennis.
I also told him about his situation. After hearing this, he seemed to be thinking about something, and then said: Chen Zhiyi? Well...'I am so beautiful and the other bandits are beautiful, and the beauty is the beauty' comes from "The Book of Songs, the Bing Jingnian", which is such a good name!
I looked at her in surprise, amazed that a sports student could actually memorize the sentences of the Book of Songs and know the source. It was incredible. He seemed to see the doubts in my heart and said with a smile: Oh, although I have been a sports student since middle school, I have been influenced by my father. I have also liked literature since I was a child and I like ancient poetry. I usually have no name but just a code name. If I don’t have a name, I will read some books to learn by myself. Today I am showing off my ugly face in front of you, a talented Chinese girl, and I laughed!
I quickly explained: No more, the name is just a code name. You are so good at sports and love literature. I envy you both civil and military talents! Several of my classmates don’t know where my name comes from.
In fact, every time I introduce my name, if I can be told the source and praise it, I feel a little proud and proud of the girl's family. Today I was actually told by a strong sports student. That feeling was not only surprised, but also a kind of unexpected joy. I also added admiration and closeness to the sunny boy in front of me.
He smiled at me and said: OK, don't be polite to each other. It's right that we can get to know each other. Since I invited you and you are willing to appreciate the rich, then I have to pay something to repay you.
I was confused by this and asked: Repay me? What does it mean?
He pulled me to sit down first, and then whispered: Don't get me wrong. I just observed for a while. Seeing that your serve and return have many things to improve. When you heard your friends teasing your football skills, I dared to volunteer and wanted to help you improve it so that you can defeat your friends quickly. No one would laugh at you anymore! Actually, I... my football skills are not that excellent. I just like to communicate with others on tennis. So, please forgive my absurdity and not for reward. I just volunteer to be a teacher!
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned red and lowered his head and pressed the net hard with his hands. Seeing this situation, he recalled his explanation of a bit straightforward and silly just now. I laughed out loud. This was the easiest and happiest time I had ever laughed. I got up first, patted my hands with my hands, and made a pious and serious look, and said: That's great, I need a good teacher to guide me, otherwise my skills will not improve. "Teacher Yun", then let's hurry up, I'll send one first, see what are the shortcomings.
As I said that, I trotted to the serving line and served it very seriously
Seeing that I agreed so readily, he ran over excitedly and began professional guidance and help.
From the position of the feet when serving, to the height of the throwing ball and the timing of the hitting ball, to observe the opponent's running position before returning the ball, so as to accurately predict the strength and angle of the ball in advance, explain to me one by one, and correct me
Although the time is relatively short, I really felt the power of professionalism. Not to mention anything else, I just served. He only practiced with me for more than twenty minutes, and I felt improvement and improvement. At least the success rate of the first shot was significantly improved, and I would never fire anti-aircraft guns anymore. This made me feel great and my interest became higher and higher. I gradually treated him as a teacher from the bottom of my heart, and my attitude became more and more like a well-behaved and diligent student.
He was also talking very seriously. He had not yet taken off his tender face but pretended to be serious and deep teacher. He felt an inexplicable sense of joy. I smiled secretly from time to time, but my heart was full of trust and admiration.
Before we knew it, nearly an hour passed. Seeing that I was sweating a little, he asked me to sit down again. We continued to talk about tennis games and tennis stars. We both like Roger Federer and Sharapova. When we talked about this year's Wimbledon Federer lost to Nadal, we sighed and regretted. But when we talked about the US Open that had just passed, we were happy to be Federer's top
When two stars who share common hobbies and loves can be together, it feels like they can chat until the end of the day. The sunset is gradually fading away, the noise and clamor around them, and even the slightly tired body cannot stop our passionate conversation. It was not until the two best friends on the opposite side interrupted us by almost roaring that I realized that the conversation was too devoted, and it seemed that it was not very suitable for the two men and women I just met.
Somehow, I suddenly became panicked again and hurriedly handed the racket to him, blushed again, and whispered: My friend called me, it's time to go back to the dormitory. Thank you very much today. Goodbye
After saying that, I was turning around and leaving, and he hurriedly said: Don't be polite, then...will you come tomorrow?
In a panic, I didn't have time to think about it carefully, nodded mechanically, and said: Well, I will... I will come. I ran to my best friend and left the court and returned to the dormitory together.
On the way back, I realized: I agreed too quickly and was too active just now, and it seemed so frivolous. If I couldn’t come at midnight, wouldn’t I have deceived people?
But, I obviously want to go again, and the answer is correct...
Just in this question that seems to be entangled but actually only answers, I responded to my best friend's joke with a red face, ate a tasteless dinner with a red face, called my parents to report their safety with a red face, and hid secretly in the quilt with a red face...
No matter how calm I am, how I try to give another explanation, it is futile, because the answer has quietly fallen into my heart at a certain point this afternoon, and as time goes by, one second, two minutes, one minute, two inches, one inch and two inches, is engraved deeper and deeper in my heart, ready to move.
I was once a snowflake, swept by the cold wind, floating towards an unpredictable home
Thatched hut, broken bridge, desert Gobi, or cliff
After a deep sleep, I wait for the morning glow of early spring, and say goodbye to the short time when the warm wind passes by
The dew wrapped me up, as if I was in a pool of hot Mengpo soup, summer and autumn reincarnation, a big dream, and winter fell again...
But this time, I felt like I had broken free from the shackles, and a pair of powerful hands caught me by chance. We looked at each other, like the enemy destined in the previous life.
With a gentle smile, I melted in my palm without hesitation, following the blood, quietly looking forward to his smile...
After I came back from supper, I was in a daze, my face was hot and hot, my heart was full of thoughts and shame to tell others. I like to call this love at first sight, but I am afraid that I will become unrequited love in the blink of an eye, or even boring wishful thinking. It has been twenty years since I have been closed by me. It’s not that I don’t want to open it, but that I lack a blood to give me strength. In life, fate will be separated, people come and go, and after all, they are passers-by.
But this afternoon, I met a boy, a boy who was still excited and restless even after five or six hours passed.
There was no class in the afternoon, so I went to play tennis with two roommates. There were still many people in the tennis court. In front of our playing court, there were two boys playing, wearing sports clothes, and I didn't care much about the other things at the beginning.
My skills are very average. Although I spend most of my time practicing or being a spectator, I really like to play and I like to watch tennis games. It can be said that since I went to college, tennis has given me the greatest happiness in my spare time rest time.
The three of us were so excited that we decided to have a game, and we played nine goals between each two, and those who lost were invited to dinner.
When it was my turn to play, there was a set of three balls in a row. It was because I was slapped in the net. One ball was even more than one meter in front of the net. Then the two of them kept laughing at me and teasing me, slowly arousing my competitive spirit. When the next ball was my serve, I secretly gritted my teeth and swung my arm. A fierce shot was slapped. The best friend on the opposite side barely picked it up. The ball returned was slow and high, leaving me with enough time to easily score points.
In order to revenge the ridicule of the two of them, they poured their strength into their whole body again. It was obvious that a simple sideways and forehand can score, but I held the slap in my hands, eager to vent my chest tightness, saw the ball, closed my eyes, roared, and swung it over. Just when I was full of joy and was about to celebrate happily, I caught a glimpse of my best friend looking up at the sky. I hurriedly looked in the direction of the hit. I almost felt a little cold when I saw it. It turned out that I was exerting too much force and didn't control the hard part well, so I directly fired an anti-aircraft gun.
I saw the tennis ball flying high, and actually jumped over the protective net and headed straight to the venue in front of us.
Otherwise, it would be really a big blow to drink cold water when people were too busy. After flying over the protective net, the tennis ball began to dive rapidly and fell downwards. It would have been nothing if it had fallen normally, so the male students in the field helped to pick it up. But at this time, the flight trajectory of the tennis ball made the three of us more and more frightened as we looked at it. Almost at the same time, he shouted: Hello! Hey! Be careful!, but it was too late. After our shouting, there was a puff and then a scream. The boy opposite immediately covered his lower body with his hands, rolled back and forth, hissing and screaming in a hurry.
It turned out that when we were playing, the two sports students on the opposite side were also training tennis. We didn't pay attention. When the tennis ball flew out, we saw that they seemed to be doing stretching activities at that time. Both of them were lying flat on the field, doing the movements of their legs and upper bodies rising and falling at the same time. At this moment, the tennis ball I hit accidentally hit the most critical part of a boy's lower body.
Although it is autumn now, he is still wearing only shorts, so the blow from tennis must be even more serious
This made everyone present anxious and funny. The person involved was even more embarrassed and blushed, and he didn't care about face. He hurried to the venue and asked anxiously, but because the hit part was too sensitive, I couldn't ask too carefully, but the ants on the hot pan stood next to the boy, constantly apologizing
I noticed that the boy's friend was holding him while biting his lips and holding his smile. This made me even more embarrassed and I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.
The boy gritted his teeth and slowed down for more than ten seconds, and his expression became much more relaxed. He was slowly supported and sat on the rest chair. I breathed a sigh of relief, blushed again, and apologized seriously: Yes... I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't play the ball well, I'm so sorry, you... do you want to go to the infirmary to take a look!
The boy tried hard to squeeze and smile from his face, and said casually: It's okay, you didn't mean it, I'll just sit and wait for a while, you should go back and continue playing with your friends.
The friend next to him also said: It's really okay. Although boys have this fatal weakness, it hurts very much, but it's better to take a while. Don't worry, classmates!
After saying that, he finally released all the smiles he had been holding back for a long time. He quickly elbowed his friend and smiled gently at me. I smiled with my intentions, nodded, picked up a tennis ball and trotted back to our venue, his heart still pounded, sat on the chair with a hot face, and continued to hear the laughter of my best friend's teasing.
For some reason, since then, I always peek at the boy intentionally or unintentionally. I don’t know if it’s because of my lingering fear, concern or guilt, but I was dizzy at that time.
I saw him sitting for a few minutes before getting up and continuing to play ball with my friends. My mood slowly calmed down. Then I carefully observed the boy: he was about 1.85 meters tall, with a very good figure, and the strong muscles on his arms and calves looked particularly beautiful as he ran.
He is not particularly handsome, but he gives people a sunny and friendly feeling. He has big eyes, dark eyebrows, and capable short hair, making him look heroic.
As I looked at it, I found that his friend was staring at me, and smiled sly to him. He suddenly turned around. This made me embarrassed and I was already a big shot. If I was misunderstood again, I would have a good impression of others this afternoon.
I quickly turned my head, pretended to be calm and stood up and shouted to my best friend: Come on, I have to continue to fight!
After taking the beat, he started playing again. After a while, his friend left for some reason. Now it was his turn to sit there and observe us.
I had no intention of hurting him after accidentally hurting him. Now that he is staring at him, I feel more and more ashamed. The more nervous he becomes, the more sluggish he becomes. The several servings he serves are all outrageously erratic. I was so angry that I almost threw the beat, and gave the position to my best friend, sitting next to me.
Just when I was trying to find an excuse to get out first, he actually ran to our venue, leaning against the protective net, smiling on his face, and sweeping the three of us one after another, raising his hands to signal, saying hello, but finally his eyes were aimed at me, and gently invited: Hi, classmate, my friend left in advance, I don’t know if he would like to appreciate the scenery, let’s have fun together!
After hearing him say it, I became even more nervous and stammered and looked back at my two best friends in a panic. They were asking and asking for help. As a result, one of my best friends laughed and looked at the other one meaningfully, and said to me: Zhiyi, let's go when you invite all the handsome guys. It's still early, so let's fight for a while. You beat someone just now, just treat it as a plea!
As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them could not hold back their laughter and burst out laughing together. I waited for them hatefully, and made up my mind to go. Besides, this boy is not the kind that makes people hate, so I muttered in a low voice: OK... OK, let's play together for a while
As he said that, he got up and blushed, lowered his head, followed him with a small step, like a little girl who had made a mistake, and the ill-intentioned laughter of his best friend continued to come from behind.
After that, he picked up his friend's beat and gave it to me, and then briefly introduced himself. Only then did I know in detail that his name is: Yunlei, a junior in the Department of Sports, a senior class older than me, specializing in football and tennis.
I also told him about his situation. After hearing this, he seemed to be thinking about something, and then said: Chen Zhiyi? Well...'I am so beautiful and the other bandits are beautiful, and the beauty is the beauty' comes from "The Book of Songs, the Bing Jingnian", which is such a good name!
I looked at her in surprise, amazed that a sports student could actually memorize the sentences of the Book of Songs and know the source. It was incredible. He seemed to see the doubts in my heart and said with a smile: Oh, although I have been a sports student since middle school, I have been influenced by my father. I have also liked literature since I was a child and I like ancient poetry. I usually have no name but just a code name. If I don’t have a name, I will read some books to learn by myself. Today I am showing off my ugly face in front of you, a talented Chinese girl, and I laughed!
I quickly explained: No more, the name is just a code name. You are so good at sports and love literature. I envy you both civil and military talents! Several of my classmates don’t know where my name comes from.
In fact, every time I introduce my name, if I can be told the source and praise it, I feel a little proud and proud of the girl's family. Today I was actually told by a strong sports student. That feeling was not only surprised, but also a kind of unexpected joy. I also added admiration and closeness to the sunny boy in front of me.
He smiled at me and said: OK, don't be polite to each other. It's right that we can get to know each other. Since I invited you and you are willing to appreciate the rich, then I have to pay something to repay you.
I was confused by this and asked: Repay me? What does it mean?
He pulled me to sit down first, and then whispered: Don't get me wrong. I just observed for a while. Seeing that your serve and return have many things to improve. When you heard your friends teasing your football skills, I dared to volunteer and wanted to help you improve it so that you can defeat your friends quickly. No one would laugh at you anymore! Actually, I... my football skills are not that excellent. I just like to communicate with others on tennis. So, please forgive my absurdity and not for reward. I just volunteer to be a teacher!
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned red and lowered his head and pressed the net hard with his hands. Seeing this situation, he recalled his explanation of a bit straightforward and silly just now. I laughed out loud. This was the easiest and happiest time I had ever laughed. I got up first, patted my hands with my hands, and made a pious and serious look, and said: That's great, I need a good teacher to guide me, otherwise my skills will not improve. "Teacher Yun", then let's hurry up, I'll send one first, see what are the shortcomings.
As I said that, I trotted to the serving line and served it very seriously
Seeing that I agreed so readily, he ran over excitedly and began professional guidance and help.
From the position of the feet when serving, to the height of the throwing ball and the timing of the hitting ball, to observe the opponent's running position before returning the ball, so as to accurately predict the strength and angle of the ball in advance, explain to me one by one, and correct me
Although the time is relatively short, I really felt the power of professionalism. Not to mention anything else, I just served. He only practiced with me for more than twenty minutes, and I felt improvement and improvement. At least the success rate of the first shot was significantly improved, and I would never fire anti-aircraft guns anymore. This made me feel great and my interest became higher and higher. I gradually treated him as a teacher from the bottom of my heart, and my attitude became more and more like a well-behaved and diligent student.
He was also talking very seriously. He had not yet taken off his tender face but pretended to be serious and deep teacher. He felt an inexplicable sense of joy. I smiled secretly from time to time, but my heart was full of trust and admiration.
Before we knew it, nearly an hour passed. Seeing that I was sweating a little, he asked me to sit down again. We continued to talk about tennis games and tennis stars. We both like Roger Federer and Sharapova. When we talked about this year's Wimbledon Federer lost to Nadal, we sighed and regretted. But when we talked about the US Open that had just passed, we were happy to be Federer's top
When two stars who share common hobbies and loves can be together, it feels like they can chat until the end of the day. The sunset is gradually fading away, the noise and clamor around them, and even the slightly tired body cannot stop our passionate conversation. It was not until the two best friends on the opposite side interrupted us by almost roaring that I realized that the conversation was too devoted, and it seemed that it was not very suitable for the two men and women I just met.
Somehow, I suddenly became panicked again and hurriedly handed the racket to him, blushed again, and whispered: My friend called me, it's time to go back to the dormitory. Thank you very much today. Goodbye
After saying that, I was turning around and leaving, and he hurriedly said: Don't be polite, then...will you come tomorrow?
In a panic, I didn't have time to think about it carefully, nodded mechanically, and said: Well, I will... I will come. I ran to my best friend and left the court and returned to the dormitory together.
On the way back, I realized: I agreed too quickly and was too active just now, and it seemed so frivolous. If I couldn’t come at midnight, wouldn’t I have deceived people?
But, I obviously want to go again, and the answer is correct...
Just in this question that seems to be entangled but actually only answers, I responded to my best friend's joke with a red face, ate a tasteless dinner with a red face, called my parents to report their safety with a red face, and hid secretly in the quilt with a red face...
No matter how calm I am, how I try to give another explanation, it is futile, because the answer has quietly fallen into my heart at a certain point this afternoon, and as time goes by, one second, two minutes, one minute, two inches, one inch and two inches, is engraved deeper and deeper in my heart, ready to move.
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