Just under a light rain, the road is wet, the leaves of the trees did not grow up a golden, sparsely hanging in the branches, leaves and soles of the feet of the two-phase distance, they are still fit tightly on the moment, it seems never separated.

I have not had to Xianlin, and for a long time to forget the time, although in recent years Xianlin also quietly changing, but looking ahead, I still had a familiar look, and every step, trod all memories reverberation, those memories that have been forgotten, and quietly emerged in front.

However, I am not come to revisit, there is no mood of a person and then walk through the road once passed through. I just like to eat a noodle, I do not know the taste of it getting worse, or my appetite, I was eating difficult, and finally there remains a bowl.

Of course, we must go is the library, I spent too much time there, the leisurely to read the novel, but also an brush up on homework. I like nomads, every semester change a self-study area, after almost visited all corners of the library, and finally found their home - foreign language reading room on the fourth floor.

Foreign Language Reading Room does not seem any change, probably because less than exam week, a lot of empty location. I would like to re-sit that Pidian wrapped wooden chair, but sat down after I do not know what to do, so aimlessly deterred in between bookshelves, until tired and left.

That year, only to see a girl, I almost went to foreign language reading room every day. I was at school one day happened to see her soon after, when she was wearing a white shirt, all the energy focused on a test I had textbooks. So I know that she is probably my "school girl" now. That day I just had a cold and kept with a paper towel to wipe the nose, this action does not fall because she was attracted to read carefully the way and forget.

A friend inquire about her name, contact information, and a number of other cases. From that moment I knew that we are two different worlds, she was to be flying from flower to flower, and I can only Jujuerxing in the dust. However, even if only from a distance with her is good too, holding such a humble idea, I continued to go to foreign language reading room, sunny, rainy, snowy, September, October, November, twelve month

After Christmas, I seem to no longer tolerate this situation, in order to escape, I said to her own ideas. Suddenly received messages from strangers, who either is somewhat frightened of it. But she is very polite, and even some said softly, his own these days just off single, you later encounter the girls like, have to be brave to get to know other people, in order to have the possibility of further development of Oh.

And then recall it today, elementary school girl (please allow me to call) refused, just as the art of the song "Jie Fu Yin", but so many years have passed, and that the only brief chats already without trace , why was not shot as a souvenir now, I feel a sense of regret.

Unfortunately, I eventually did not go as brave pursuit of love girls primary school girl by counsel, and the year before that brief love affairs, seems to have exhausted all my courage and luck. I can not change their character, it can only continue to swallow the bitter fruit of the past as well, and is.

The last time I saw sister in elementary school foreign language reading room, a graduation ceremony that day, after the ceremony my return visit, did not expect to Zaiyu died, but she was sitting there, as I met her for the first time as the full-time learning the heart. In her final year, I ran into her a few times, but she does not know me from beginning to end this "ghost" like existence. Where is now the primary school girl in it? North? Fudan? No matter where she is the goddess of the clouds that, for me forever.

Night rain and relentless wind the yellow leaves, covered with a school road. There are a lot of people taking pictures, compared to memory, image really is more reliable, I missed the moment captured much worth it. "Jun boom year shall be credited," For me, this is the last of it, let me look back to it.