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Beginning of Summer when walking from the canteen to the classroom with a lunch box they usually look at the empty badminton court in a daze In the first and second year of high school Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang often played badminton here and sweat shone on their young bodies Rui on the other hand seldom saw Lu Zhiang except when he was waiting for Xiao Si in the corridor outside the classroom after school Most of the time everyone rushed around the school with their books and heads down The badminton court was like a deserted open space the white lines on the ground had been blurred by the rain and the hanging nets had long been old It seems that the students of senior one and senior two don't like playing badminton very much Beginning of Summer I often feel inexplicably sad and want to cry under great pressure Watching the young girls of senior one and senior two cheer for the boys they secretly love on the side of the court waiting outside the barbed wire with mineral water that has not been opened yet Beginning of Summer's heart will be filled with sadness like water Look at those young faces watch them in every corner of the school with youthful vitality enjoy themselves and live hard She thought is it possible that her own young age has passed There is evening self-study every night The war is in chaos Beginning of Summer I often write those long history questions until my right hand is weak He looked up and saw the white blurred light of the fluorescent lamp overhead In the night outside the window the tall camphor trees only have hazy black shadows and strong fragrance Fu Xiaosi still holds the first place in liberal arts in the whole grade and Lu Zhiang is still the first place in science in the whole grade Beginning of Summer it takes a lot of hard work to get into the top ten of the grade The evening self-study class was postponed to 1030 Every day on the way back to the apartment alone Warehouse storage racks from the classroom Beginning of Summer will think of meeting Those days scattered on this road the small friendship of two girls hand in hand Each other's smiles and the smell of their hair Use the same shampoo Like the same school cafeteria dish Buy the same headband and wear a beautiful skirt of the same color Use the same catchphrase love to tell jokes that only two people can understand each other and then laugh happily in the blank expression of the crowd around you Meet I miss you so much Those days when I lost you all of them lost their colors I am like a lonely puppet losing another puppet who is inseparable from me and I can't perform or move from now on Being abandoned in the corner covered with dust desperate in loneliness sad in despair and then continue to miss you Beginning of Summer 1998 The days in Shanghai are like a dream For Fu Xiaosi it was a happy memory But it's just a dream When you wake up you still have to go on with your life Just back from Shanghai in the eyes of the school or in the eyes of his classmates Fu Xiaosi has more halo of "Jinchuan Art Award" Fuxiaosi do not feel any change but Luzhiang and Beginning of Summer every time walking in Fuxiaosi side will be embarrassed because of the comments and gaze of passers-by this is no longer the previous students because Fuxiaosi good grades or good art and have attention now the gaze and discussion Narrow aisle rack more or less with other colors Look Fu Xiaosi Don't be so eager to see it He will graduate soon and he will not be able to see it in the future That's right I didn't think I looked better than the picture Yeah so cute I didn't think a painter could be so beautiful What kind of bullshit logic is that Over time Lu Zhiang developed a habit every time Fu Xiaosi was concerned he would silently hold out his thumb pat him on the shoulder and then pretend to be very serious and say you are red As a result he was beaten on the ground by Fu Xiaosi every time Approaching the college entrance examination Fu Xiaosi published his first collection of paintings Happiness in the Deep of the Wheat Field Because it was only a little famous the collection did not sell well but only printed 10000 copies But in the collection of paintings published by young people it is already OK Moreover there are not many people who publish collections of paintings in high school in the whole country So Fu Xiaosi is very happy

His heart was filled with a feeling of pride when he took the published collection of paintings to his mother He lay coquettishly on the sofa with his head resting on his mother's lap waving his hand like a playful child and saying "Mom do you think I'm tough"! After the publication of the collection Fu Xiaosi often received letters from readers all over the country which with different postmarks crossed the vast land of China and dropped in front of him from the unknown air Those encouragements those confidences to themselves those secrets shared with themselves those childish but sincere paintings sent to themselves and those inquiries to Xiao Si are all in this summer slowly and healthily jointing towards the sky in the abundant rain In the gap of study Fu Xiaosi would also bite his pen and write a reply carefully He would happily tell his readers the story in the painting his camphor-covered campus Asakawa No1 Middle School and blush and ask the girls who confessed to him to study hard and enter the ideal university Every time he peeked at it Lu Zhiang would look up to the sky and laugh which made Fu Xiaosi look dusty But Beginning of Summer the feeling will be a lot of subtle watching more and more people in the school began to like the small division of the painting Beginning of Summer heart gave birth to a lot of inexplicable feelings it seems that Fu Xiaosi is no longer a person before silently like the priest for many years it seems that the priest has disappeared after the years leaving no trace And in front of Fu Xiaosi gradually brilliant I can't even tell whether I'm happy or sad The days go by so slowly Summer reaches its peak The abundant rain makes the growth rings of camphor trees wide The tall tree trunks opened up more sky and the green halo dyed a bigger world Fu Xiaosi rode his bicycle through the clean gravel road with camphor trees on both sides Summer and breeze blew his white shirt against his young body and his hair was slightly flying The camphor trees on his head were interlaced with each other swaying slightly in the wind and they whispered the story of the boy omracking.com