Touch and poetry

Text/Jing Chao

In the afternoon, our Chinese teacher was reading a sentence, "Who should I talk to even though there are thousands of customs?" When Li Baoan suddenly led a gentle girl onto our podium, she said stiffly, "Please sit down." So our eyes swept to the face of the petite girl next to him, and she also swept to the faces of all our boys one by one with black eyes, and then left sadly.

I don't know why, but my heart is beating Her eyes are so cool that they sweep every boy's face like that. Complaining or appreciating? I can't guess. Only for a moment, my heart was shocked by the moment when her eyes finally closed. I watched her leave silently, and my heart seemed to drift far away. Next is the whole classroom.

It turns out that this girl's name is Yang Yuying. Last night, she was alone on campus. The light went out. Suddenly, a boy jumped up, grabbed her, grabbed two on her left and right breasts, and then ran away quickly. Yang Yuying only saw half of his face. She only knew it was a senior three boy, but she didn't know who it was, so she told Li Baoan, and there was the scene just now.

Yang Yuying has black trousers and a white shirt. Her breasts and hips are just right.

She went to another class with a bitter face.

? In the evening, the topic of our dormitory is scattered around Yang Yuying. Among them, Liu Fat said the most is, "Yang Yuying is really not a good girl. She doesn't have any special skills, but she wants to show off and has to go this way. Now, everyone in school knows her. " Fat Liu has a hoarse voice. But someone immediately retorted, "She is definitely not the only one who was attacked in this way, but only she dares to defend herself and stand up." Then someone objected. Until late at night, whispering still lingers on campus.

I began to pay attention to Yang Yuying.

The senior one classroom is on the first floor, and we are on the third floor. After class, I stood on the balcony and enjoyed the girls downstairs catching games. I really enjoyed it. At this time, we can always see Yang Yuying. She looks a little unique when she plays alone. She often gazes at a leaf with admiring eyes for a long time? By judgment? Sometimes after class is over for ten minutes, she will communicate with a leaf. It seems that she is always the first one to rush out of the classroom and the last one to go back after class. Her movements are always slow, as if she were immersed in the distant past.

Yang Yuying is a bit unusual. One day, I yelled at the fat man who spoke ill of Yang Yuying.

Of course, not everyone appreciates her unusual behavior. For example, people upstairs throw up when they see her. She always takes deliberate actions to stop her, which is naturally futile. So she will look up and stare upstairs with black eyes, and everyone will see her. Her eyes are really bright and beautiful.

She is sixteen at most. With the deepening of autumn, I think she is a little bleak and thin. However, whenever class is over, she is the first to rush out. The leaves of Sophora japonica in the sky will fall on her shoulders. She would stare at the sky for a long time with a surprised expression, as if inquiring. At this time, upstairs, we thought that someone was watching us and made an evasive gesture. However, her eyes will soon turn to the sky, and occasionally a bird will fly in the sky.

? In this way, for a long time, we were busy preparing for the college entrance examination and gradually faded away. I only vaguely remember that there was a very special girl in Class One, Senior One. And I have an impulse from time to time. I think her behavior is related to my inner feelings.

I want to know her.

Once this idea was formed, it became particularly strong, but it was delayed again and again by busy homework. I don't have much leisure and reason to get to know her. However, I am a celebrity. In this campus, my name has been chewed by many girls. I was the propaganda minister of this school and the president of the literary society. I published a collection of poems at the age of seventeen, and my poems were widely circulated on campus, and I also gave speeches and signed them everywhere. Now, standing on this tall building, I have a lot of thoughts. The school is so cruel that we senior three students are imprisoned in this building. I really can't find a chance to meet Yang Yuying. I think he is very poetic.

The opportunity finally came, and the new president Gu Hui asked me for a manuscript. Since I resigned, the literary society has been getting worse every day. So I wrote a poem entitled "She is Walking". "There was a girl walking on the grass, and the sunshine fell on her hair, which warmed her smile. She looked up and saw several clouds floating in the sky. There is a girl walking in the sun, the cut grass leaning on her shoulder, loving her fragrance. She leaned down and whispered into the dirt. In the afternoon, there is a girl walking, and the sunshine and grass blend with each other. She looked at a piece of red maple, reached out at will, grabbed a handful of sunshine and ignited a touch of sadness. "

It will be published soon. I want to take this ink magazine to find her, and she has already come to me. She said, "Are you the old bully of the Yangtze River? I like your poems very much. Can you read them separately? " She was followed by a slim and plump girl, and her eyes swept my sideburns. I almost nodded in panic. Behind me are my classmates, who are smiling mysteriously. Yang Yuying and the girl hurried downstairs. When I saw her long curly shawl hair sinking, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't give her my poem.

After returning to my desk, I naturally immersed myself in the literary atmosphere. I leafed through the manuscript of the poem at the bottom of the book, feeling so deeply that I couldn't sort it out all night, but on the other hand, I lamented that the whole night had been wasted.

Yang Yuying often goes out. Sometimes she will pick a bunch of maple leaves from nowhere and run around with them. The boys upstairs clapped their hands. Sometimes she will suddenly stop and her black eyes will sweep up steeply. Several boys in our class will lean back in anxiety, as if it were a laser. Only I looked into her eyes and clapped my hands.

? One night, I finally sorted out some of my poems and gave them to her. Her face flushed, and then she said "thank you" in a very beautiful voice.

Those poems were never heard again. On campus, I often see her standing or walking outside the school gate alone, wearing red clothes. She looks natural, as if she is looking for something and performing something.

In winter, she asked me several literary questions in the form of letters, what is black humor and what is stream of consciousness. I'm not sure about these things either, which makes me look around for information. Next, I wonder if she deliberately pretends to be deep. In fact, I have always regarded her as a person who is full of poetry and doesn't understand poetry.

Soon, spring came and wild flowers were in full bloom in the fields. Walking out of the school gate, the smell is everywhere. We boys should not reduce our jokes on girls just because the college entrance examination is coming. Most of them are uncertain, and the topic about Yang Yuying is the most. I heard that she looked for the man who touched her chest for a long time and finally found it. Considering that he is a senior three, Li Baoan didn't hurt his face. Yang Yuying will leave.

On a rainy night, I finally invited Yang Yuying to take a walk in the forest behind the school. Her hair is curly, but it's braided. She stood opposite me, wringing her nails with her hands. I asked her what she thought of my poem, and she said, not bad. Behind the rape, we stood with a hill on our backs. Her few words made my eloquence useless, so I learned to communicate with my eyes. She smiled slightly, and I felt that I was still far from being in love. "Yang Yuying", I can't help but let out a cry gently. She suddenly gave a clear answer. I feel something tickling in my heart, but I don't think it's enough to tell her. I just want to talk to her about the relationship between Chunhua and that girl, and the poet's heart trembling with beauty. I was dazed for a moment, and then she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Look, two yellow butterflies". I ran over and was about to start when she suddenly stopped and I had to bump into her. She staggered badly, but firmly grasped my arm and gave me a watery look. My eyes turned to two happy chasing Huang Die. It's two o'clock. I said, this is really a poetic spirit, but how many people admire her from the heart? However, Yang Yuying sighed and stood a meter away from me. I suddenly thought, should I put my arms around her slender waist? In literature, the first kiss and hug are so touching. Should I extend my hand, too?

However, I immediately denied it, because I remember that Yang Yuying and I were actually strangers. I'm sure I haven't spent more than three hours or more than a hundred words with Yang Yuying. I wanted to talk to her more, but she never aroused my Tan Xing. When I unconsciously lead to the topic, I am always interrupted by one of her actions. For example, she suddenly asked me to see the mountain. She said that she had appeared many times in her dream. For example, in Yuanye, most of them are yellow and green. I have to say yes again and again. Then it is still. I think stillness is easy to make people unfamiliar and makes me feel more real. I am talking and walking with a girl now. This feeling is related to pursuing and being pursued, and there will be a little anxiety. I won't play very well. To say that I have many advantages, I have read many books, and I must show my erudition, so that this beautiful little girl around me can appreciate me and make her unforgettable admiration and yearning.

So I called Yang Yuying again. This is her name. I want to tell her that I am good at painting poetry, I like playing basketball, I have won the first place in the school in running, I love poetry, and I am keen on selling poetry. I seem impatient.

However, the little girl has been quietly and appropriately interrupting my statement. She pulled my sleeve and squatted down next to my head. She asked me to shovel the soil hard. She said that there were grass stems and buds in the soil, which would grow zi zi. I said, yes, I looked at the clouds in the distant sky. I wrote a poetic girl when I was a freshman. She cultivated her heart in the soil to listen to the sound of spring grass sprouting. She said her heart is growing, too! I write poetry very emotionally and romantically. But this is just a dream of mine. I said, and then I talked about the relationship between dreams and poems and girls. She suddenly interjected, "You are in a dream now, too." And concentrate on shoveling shallow mud, and sure enough, shoveling a lot of tender buds, delicate and white, full of vitality. She picked it up and said, "Look, look, it's true that I said life is hidden under the soil." Her black eyes looked at me unblinkingly, as if full of love. I just want to take this opportunity to read my poems and introduce my family to her. But I can't find a chance.

"Yang Yuying", I called softly twice again. "Oh," she suddenly got excited again and reached out and made a gesture to pull me, but I flashed to her other side. She jumped up and said, "Look, there are flowers and orioles singing among the flowers. Let's go and see the flowers. " I followed for about a meter, and the rape blossoms were so deep that almost all of us were covered, and the fragrance of the soil was everywhere. About Castle Peak, about students who stop and go in the distance, about cooking smoke, about bluestone tiles, about school buildings, all are gone, only a few pieces of sky squeezed out of rape flowers.

We are among the flowers, Jiangling. She said the word "Jiang" so lightly that I thought she only said the word "Ling" and I couldn't help but feel a little throbbing. Quiet, Yang Yuying's black eyes are particularly bright, and my desire to catch them is strengthened. But I still want her to know me, so all kinds of self-flying have expanded a little. But soon, I was infected by this silence and felt how ridiculous it was to talk about myself all the time. I soon calmed down, so the cicada's song became very clear.

? Once poetry becomes naked, it is unbearable for a moment. I say we tell stories and see who is wonderful. She said, then you say it. So I told an Indian folk love story, and she giggled while covering her mouth. "You are really acting, and you can really be described as very happy." I said you go, she said, no, I don't know, you go. So I talked about the dairy farm in Tess, and even the black forest where Tess was seduced by a rich boy, and the fallen leaves piled up under the tree. I feel wild enough and bold enough to tease her. I'm even a little embarrassed. But she listened with interest. So with her support, I told one story after another until it was completely dark. Yang Yuying said it was time to go, and I realized how much I wanted to read this rape flower. How I want to keep Yang Yuying for a while, but she has separated the rape branches with her white and tender hands and walked out slowly. She sighed with anxiety and sadness when she saw me stumbling behind. I asked with concern, "Are you unhappy?" She said, no, you are really knowledgeable and talented.

We walked nearly a mile back to school, but we couldn't find a suitable topic. We were both a little unhappy when we split up on the road.

? I still see Yang Yuying walking on campus, sometimes with a hint of sadness. I was surprised to find that her body looked disproportionately mature for her age. At dusk, I will pass by her occasionally, and sometimes I will walk together naturally. On campus, there are rumors that I am in love with Yang Yuying. Love in the city is an eternal truth, but I just laugh it off. But Yang Yuying never touched me as poetically as the rape blossoms that day. I finally fell in love with her without holding her hand.

Later, the school was divided into classes, and I studied "political history". There were only a dozen people in the whole school, so I transferred to the county middle school, and Yang Yuying didn't have time to say goodbye.

April, May, June, July, experienced flowers blooming and falling, green, fat, red and thin. I buried my head in the ocean of problems and was moved by her poems in my spare time. In July, at the age of eighteen, I withstood the last turmoil. Finally passed the college entrance examination score, and entered the journalism department of provincial normal university in September.

I thought of Yang Yuying, the two-person world covered with rape flowers, two Huang Die who fought for resignation, and Yang Yuying's poems. When the first fallen leaves fell, I went back to my alma mater to visit my teacher and Yang Yuying. I want to tell Yang Yuying how much I miss her. Her poems are the most beautiful chapters in the world and the true spirit of nature. Of course, I will sincerely encourage her to study hard. See you in college.

However, the trip to my alma mater during the holidays these days has plunged me into the ice cave. Yang Yuying was fired at the end of June. She fell in love with the boy who touched her breasts. She hangs out with the six of them at the same time and sleeps in the boys' dormitory at night. It is said that she had sex with six boys at the same time, which became an anecdote in school. The school expelled her, sympathized with her injury, and ordered six boys who had sex with her to pay 3000 yuan each. When she left school, she returned them one by one. When seeing her off, six boys knelt in front of her, all in tears. She just left with a braid. She is not yet seventeen years old, and her face is flushed with girls. It is said that before she left, she said that she looked down on those boys and so on. People are getting more and more confused.

? I left school silently.

? I know Yang Yuying will never find it again.

Published on 20 19.6.8