C63 (1/2)
Chen Jing flew to the other side with her daughter, and the view shocked both father and daughter. Chen Jing's heart suddenly flew to that evening more than twenty years ago, in the spring of 2002, when Chen Jing was in her third year at the University of Su City's Material Engineering College. Due to Chen Jing's love for literature, Chen Jing was the director of the school's Literature Association and also the editor of the supplement to the school newspaper. He remembered that it was a Saturday afternoon. Chen Jing and a few literary lovers were gathering the wind at Taihu Lake. He remembered that he had just turned over a low stand of trees and the scene that greeted his eyes had shocked Chen Jing's heart. How beautiful was that! Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the young girl wore a white dress. Her long hair reached her waist, and it was an extremely solidified beauty. It was a beauty that could be seen from afar, but not scoffed at. At this moment, Chen Jing could not find any words to describe this feeling. No, this was a beauty that could not be described with words. It could only be described by poetry!
That day, after returning to school, Chen Jingwen's thoughts surged, and he began to recite a small poem:
When your hair reaches your waist,
Time has come to an end for you,
The heaven and earth were filled with anxiety.
The angry sea of thunder condensed into light.
When your hair reaches your waist,
Wide-sleeve gently caressed the willow branches.
Embroidery of jade silk skirt,
Dew the neon clothes.
Long hair now reaching his waist,
However, the rain of flowers was still pouring down.
Is there some destiny in this life?
An infatuated heart could calm one's heart and love one another.
Stand up for you every day,
She looked back at him,
He did not want the twilight to fall on the face of the earth.
But know my heart.
The girl with long hair reaching her waist was Yang Xue, who was currently in her third year of high school. Last year, a new language teacher from Yang Xue's class, called Zhuo Dicheng, had just been assigned to the university.
Teacher Zhuo was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was tall and handsome with a fair face and sharp features. His dark, deep eyes were suffused with an enchanting luster. His bushy eyebrows, tall nose, and slightly curved lips were all exuding elegance and elegance. She remembered that during the first lesson for Yang Xue and the others, Zhuo's teacher had chanted ”Goodbye to Teacher Zhuo.” At that moment, Yang Xue suddenly had an illusion that the person standing on the platform was not Teacher Zhuo, but Xu Zhimo!
Teacher Zhuo then recited a poem that he wrote for them:
When your hair reaches your waist,
Willow silk drooping on the left bank,
The fragrance of flowers wafted in the wind.
His wife was on the side of the water.
From then on, Teacher Zhuo was like a stone that broke a quiet pond, immediately messing up the hearts of the girls in the class. Countless girls left their hair for him, and Yang Xue was naturally one of them. It had already been half a year and Yang Xue's long hair had long since reached her waist, but Teacher Zhuo did not notice!
However, lost in the east, collected in the elm, although Yang Xue did not let Zhuo Teacher Zhuo discover her long hair, but today it shocked Chen Jing's heart! The next day, Chen Jing, who had not slept for the whole night, carried his backpack and went to the lake to pick up wind by himself.
”At eight-thirty in the morning, Chen Jing walked through the woods and entered the gate of the courtyard that made Chen Jing's heart pure yesterday. However, the gate at this moment seems so lonely!” I don't know where my face went, but the peach blossoms still smile like the spring breeze. ” Chen Jing couldn't help but think of Cui Shou's poem. Only now did he truly understand how depressed and depressed Cui Shou was at that time.
After a long while, Chen Jing walked into the courtyard that was covered in green trees. The courtyard was big, and there was a huge sign hanging at the entrance of the newly built front door. On it were four big words: Yang Family's Courtyard. Chen Jing understood that this was a farmhouse music.
Maybe it was still early, and the yard was empty, not a soul in sight. Under the shade of the trees, the pavilions were empty and lonely tables and chairs, while a few bright peach blossoms were blooming in a lonely manner. When Chen Jing entered the courtyard, he did not call for anyone. He slowly took a few steps forward and quietly enjoyed the loneliness he felt when he was by himself.