? ? ?梔子花已經慢慢枯萎凋謝，就連最后一朵含苞待放的花，也在那凄慘的煙雨里夭折。蟬兒也愈來愈稀，只能用慘鳴來禱告生命的黃昏
? ? ?每個人都有一個懵懂的初戀。迷戀，欲望或愛。沒有一束嬌媚的鮮花，燦爛到底；盛開與凋謝，不僅僅是遵循一種宿命，更多的是被世態炎涼挫敗成寇，沒有一個人的初戀，可以轟轟烈烈或潦潦草草一生。在更多的沒有人陪的寂靜夜晚讓我想到了單純懵懂的初戀，像平靜的歌，不知道從哪里就結束了，不禁發笑又無比懷念。
? ? 嗅著凋零梔子的余香，穿上清新自然的藍色短袖校服和文藝的小白鞋，沒有晴朗的天，溫柔的太陽和白白的云，一個陰天——上學的第一天。踏進校門的那一刻，忽然想起了不知在多久之前，也是在這個地方看著她的背影朝著教學樓走過去。人很多，很吵，沒有不開心。分別了很久，又見到大家的感覺是很激動，總有那么幾個人再見面能讓你心里猛的一顫。背著書包繼續走啊，看見了以前在學校里經常跟我打球的兄弟拉著一個臉紅的女生走在樓梯，想起在球場上不羈的樣子，不免感慨。聽著旁邊同學的閑言碎語，勉強寒暄一下。
? ? ?走到如初的教室，她如初的坐在我的前排，如初的微笑，如初的燦爛，一切都好像剛剛來到卻都又未雨綢繆的樣子.
? ? ?在學校里,我遇到你的時候,會裝作看不到,假裝淡定.但是心里卻有無數小花在泛濫.沒遇到,就會很失望.我的腳步總在追隨你,做操我會偷偷望向你,在你看到我的那一刻你回頭看，我最快的速度回過頭.看到你在前方,我會偷偷的加快腳步.看到你在我后面,我會故意和朋友打鬧,放慢時間.我沒事就去他的班門口偷偷看你一眼,盡管經常看到,可那一刻你還是停不住自己.只要見到你好像就很開心.為你掉眼淚,為你做一切事.這讓我想起一句話,自從遇見你,我所做的每一件事都是為了接近你.每個人也許都經歷過這些,我把它叫做青春.可你知不知道,那是我一輩子的熱情啊.我想啊,我可能更適合選擇守候吧.
?曾經我以為,當你真心喜歡一個人的時候,是不會去祝福他跟別人的.
?可是,我錯了.原來當我真的很喜歡的時候,
?我不會去強迫他喜歡自己,我真的會去祝福.有時候太多的熱情反而被傷害的是自己,
?現在想起來確實童心未泯，原來喜歡不一定要在一起.所以,祝福你.然后,我不喜歡你了.能不能就把這些當做紀念,過了就過了吧.忘不了愛過的人才會對別人更認真.
Gardenia has slowly wither away, even the last a budding flower, also died in the tragic misty rain. Cicada, will become more and more thin, can only use miserably to pray the twilight of life
Everyone has a ignorant love. Infatuation, desire or love. Not a bunch of fresh flowers namby-pamby, brilliant exactly; Bloom and fade, not just follow a kind of fate, more is foiled by the fickleness of the world into a coach, not a single person's first love, can be vigorous life or flow scrawled on grass. The more no one to accompany the stillness of the night reminds me of the pure innocent love, like a quiet song, don't know where it is over, can not help but laugh sure miss again.
Scented with withered gardenia lingering fragrance, put on fresh and natural blue shirt and white shoe of literature and art, uniform no sunny days, gentle sun and white cloud, a cloudy day, the first day of school. Enter school at the moment, suddenly remembered before don't know how long, looked at her back toward the building also is in this place. Lots of people, very noisy, no unhappy. Respectively for a long time, and see the feeling of everybody is excited, there is always some people meet again to let your heart fiercely a quiver. Carrying a bag to go on, saw in the previous school usually play basketball with my brother took a blushing girl walking on the stairs, think of unruly appearance on the pitch, not regrets. Next to listen the gossip of the classmate, barely greet it.
Go to the same classroom, she sat in the front of the I, as the same smile, the same bright, everything seems to be just arrived are trying to save for a rainy day again.
In school, I met you, pretend to see, pretend to be calm. But there are numerous floret in flood in the mind. Didn't meet, will be very disappointed. I always in the following in the footsteps of you, look exercises I'll secretly to you, in the moment you see me looking back at you, I the fastest speed back. See you in the front, I'll secretly pace. See you behind me, I will deliberately playing with friends, to slow down time. I'm ok just to sneak a look at you at the gate of his class, though often see, but the moment you stop yourself. As long as see you as very happy. Tears for you, do everything for you. It reminds me of a word, since I meet you, I do everything is in order to close to you. Each person may have experienced these, I call it youth. But you know not to know, that is my lifetime of enthusiasm. I want to, I might be more appropriate to choose waiting for you.
Once I thought that, when you really love a person, is not to wish him with others.
But, I was wrong. The original when I really like,
I won't go to force him to like yourself, I'm really going to blessing. Sometimes too much enthusiasm instead of being hurt is yourself,
Now like to do a child, the original love is not necessarily to be together. So, bless you. And then, I don't like you. Can you put these as a memorial, had just passed. Forget loved talent will be more serious to others.
