There is a grave in my heart and a man is buried.

There is a grave in everyone's heart, and a person is buried.

Occasionally, we will stay there for a short time, pull up the weeds that almost flooded the tombstone, and quietly erase the names eroded by dust and time, which left us with infinite memories.

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A few days ago, I was accidentally dragged into a group by my friends. When I was swiping the screen, a familiar avatar made my thumb dare not slip again.

She hasn't changed much in the photo, smiling like a flower, the only change is wearing a wedding dress.

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In my sophomore year, I finally got her.

She developed early, simple school uniforms can't hide her curves, and the restlessness of youth often makes me blush.

We don't go home after school, pretend to review in the classroom, and when the students have finished, we will "talk about love" there.

Once, in the dark, I kissed her secretly. I felt my lips touching her teeth because I was too nervous and too hard. It's not as warm and soft as expected, but a little cold, just like you wanted to eat cotton candy, but the Alps were in your mouth. Although it is hard, it is still a little sweet.

She didn't speak, gave me a push and walked away.

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After the first kiss, the feelings went further.

After school, we often go to a restaurant called Jakarta for dinner, for nothing else, because there are boxes.

Just order a dish and you can stay in the box for a long time, two people.

Although every time I check out, I can't stand the burning eyes of my boss, and my face is flushed. But the more times you go, the thicker your skin becomes.

Every time I finish serving, I will ask the waiter for an extra pair of chopsticks to insert on the latch of the door, so that it can't be opened outside.

I remember that a song that was often played in hotels at that time was Xu Yuteng's "The Next Minute".

I want to wait another minute every time I leave.

The desire and curiosity of youth made me finally get a glimpse of the curve The Secret Behind.

We are enjoying all the beauty of youth in a clean room full of brooms, in a box with songs, and even behind a globe in a geopark.

Of course, neither she nor I broke through the last line of defense. She said to me, when we go to the same university.

I told her I could wait until your wedding night.

I grabbed her hand and added, I'm serious. She smiled.

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Hot senior three, noisy cicadas, everything makes people so restless.

Yes, my grades have plummeted, not to mention the ideal university. Crossing the A-line is a problem. And she, as always, is steady.

I told her that I would study hard. I mean, I wish I could take care of both love and study. In short, I want to continue to fall in love and concentrate on my studies.

The specific implementation method is to stop eating together and talking about things other than study. I think only in this way can I save my life-threatening college entrance examination.

She thought I was running away, and I couldn't accept the indifference under the pretext of studying. We had a big fight.

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A few days after the Cold War, we broke up.

The reason for breaking up is actually very simple, there is no dog blood, no car accident and abortion, it is so common.

Whatever. I think the word "false" can make two people who were originally in love suddenly become strangers.

It was not until I found her again that she ignored me and left. No sooner had I recovered than she disappeared into my life.

She is very determined. Since the day we broke up, she hasn't said a word to me, and QQ messages haven't returned.

I tried very hard to divert my attention from my study, so I didn't overlap much later, although I was in the same class.

After the college entrance examination, I was admitted to a city university. She went to a very good university in Guangzhou, and then went their separate ways.

I always thought she was still thinking about her old feelings and wanted to contact her through QQ after graduating from college, but she never replied, but she didn't pull me down.

I often dream about her in my dreams, and I repeat a dream.

I sat on a bench, except for a dim street lamp, and I felt myself in a fog of nothingness. She walked slowly in the distance, seemingly unaware of me, and walked directly past me.

I tried to stop her several times, but I didn't dare, for fear of scaring her and disappointing myself again.

Sometimes, do you feel that way? Someone obviously once played a brilliant role in your life and suddenly disappeared one day. Even if you see it again, you will know that it is not your own after being hungry for a long time.

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I almost forgot my password when I opened QQ. At least I opened it and found her with a gray head.

I looked at the signature and said that the update showed that it was five years ago, probably when I was a sophomore.

This is a poem:

In the Woods,

There is a curtain,

There are weeds,

No flowers.

There are two lines engraved on the tombstone.

One line is your smile,

One line is my tears.

That night, I dreamed of her again. Or a bench, a dim street lamp, a misty nothingness.