Still intermittent rain, the labor day dawned, but what about you, you where is the in...
May Day that year, I met you, you are a beautiful small broken flower skirt to passers-by in the crowd back again and again, in the face of others envy eyes, you are as cool as a cucumber, walking like no one's watching. And I ride a bike, like a flash of lightning, through the crowd. Wild wind blow up my hair, I regardless of danger, with open arms, chi hired in the wind, only a slanting, go straight forward, crackle, between the wheels to your foot, I turn to get off, even say sorry to you, you in silence, does not seem to rolling wheel and to you. Only you close the cold sweat on his forehead told me just now that a rolling have much pain.
With a little guilty, I was careful to put you back into your home, but to my surprise, you are my new neighbor, I was ecstatic, sitting beside you give you a lot of jokes, but you frowned, looked at me with a clueless look on his face, I ask you what's wrong, you don't answer, just on the paper drawing, when I picked up the paper, I am shocked, you was deaf! When I look to you, all the doubts into your lips with a weak smile. Even if you already are not afraid to have strange eyes, I also want to let you feel you are a normal person, too. I think, a smile back to you.
I'm your friend, only friend. Although I didn't ask you, you don't have admitted. But I always feel we have a delicate relationship between, it signaled we are friends, close friends. Every day I go to accompany you, to tell you something fun, you will take a head from time to time or raise a smile. In the limpid eyes is full of happiness.
In fact, I already know you may never speak, but I don't have the heart to tell you. Every time when I show you the story of the disabled recover when I see you in that black eyes flashing the light of the universal. I don't know if you know the thing, what will happen.
However, all is not the fire.
That day, I as usual to go to your home, but see you in tears, both hands is tearing his hair, his mouth some couldn't understand the sound. I guess you may be know the matter, said with a sigh. No matter whether you can understand. Selfish talks: "what are you crying?! If that were to cry can't talk, you don't like I know you too much! What's more, it is not completely impossible to make up for, as long as you have confidence, they might be able to succeed? You can't give up hope, give up the hope is to give up on yourself. You can from another point of view, this matter, your painting, painting so well, why don't you learn to draw?! You can indulge in their own world, do your own picture, not good?" You all looked at me and rub place a head,
Later, you try very hard to learn to draw;
Then later, you move to a distant place;
Later, I haven't seen you before.
A few months I spent with you is like a dream, like you have never seen in my life, only the dialogue we note to tell me: this is not a dream!
I was walking by the road, we met for the first time remembering those dribs and drabs: May Day, I met your bike, and then we became friends. Few memories are my most precious memories. I close my eyes, yesterday appeared as if still in sight. "Bang" seems to hit the person, I open my eyes, but got a fright. I saw you! Have many words to say, but how also can not say it to my throat. All thoughts into a word: "you..." . You clever eyes flashing, delicate skin blow play can be broken, blue coat wrapped around you, such as snow skirt lining more appealing to you. Everything changed, but if did not change. I stay leng ground to looking at you, want to find a familiar shadow on the face. Is futile, you can also contribute though you hang a smile, but no smile ying ying, only hint of alienation. I quickly to react, said sorry to you, you said it doesn't matter. I'm a little surprised, did not show her face. I never easily say goodbye, but you took my arm and said that the seven words.
The breeze gently stroking my face, the girl's smile in my mind, seven words like a stone, cast into my heart lake, the layers of ripple.
You say: "happy labor day, fang fang..."
雨依舊淅瀝的下著，勞動節(jié)如期而至，可是你呢，你又在哪兒里呢......
那年五一節(jié)的時候，我遇見了你，你一身清麗的碎花小裙在人群中惹得路人頻頻回頭，面對旁人艷羨的眼色，你鎮(zhèn)定自若、旁若無人地走著。而我騎著單車，猶如一道閃電，從人群中穿過。風(fēng)放肆地吹揚(yáng)著我的黑發(fā)，我不顧危險，張開雙臂，在風(fēng)中馳聘，不料車一歪，直直向前傾去，電光火石間，車輪軋到了你的腳，我翻身下車，對你連說對不起，你沉默著，似乎車輪并沒有軋到你。只有你額頭上細(xì)密的冷汗才告訴我剛才那一軋有多痛。
帶著一點愧疚，我小心翼翼得將你扶回你的家，卻驚訝地發(fā)現(xiàn)，你竟是我的新鄰居，我欣喜若狂，坐在你身邊給你講了好多笑話，你卻緊皺眉頭，一臉茫然地看著我，我問你怎么了，你不答，只是在紙上寫寫畫畫，當(dāng)我拿起紙的時候，我震驚了，你竟是聾啞人!當(dāng)我看向你的時候，所有的疑惑都化為了你唇邊的一抹淡笑。就算你已經(jīng)不怕別人異樣的目光，我也要讓你感覺到你也是一個正常人。我想著，回了你一個笑容。
我是你的朋友，的朋友。雖然我沒有問過你，你也沒有承認(rèn)過。但我總感覺我們之間有一種微妙的關(guān)系，它宣示著我們已是朋友，親密無間的朋友。我每天都會去陪你，給你講一些好玩的事情，你不時會點一下頭或是揚(yáng)起一個微笑。清澈的眸子里是滿滿的笑意。
其實我已經(jīng)知道你也許永遠(yuǎn)不能說話，但我不忍心告訴你。當(dāng)我每次給你看那些殘疾人恢復(fù)健康的故事的時候，我清楚看見你那黑色的眸子里閃動著無法言喻的光。我不知道你如果知曉了這事，會怎么樣。
然而，終究是包不住火。
那天，我照如往常地去你家，卻見你流著淚，雙手扯著自己的頭發(fā)，嘴里發(fā)出一些聽不懂的聲音。我猜想你也許是知道了那事，嘆了口氣。也不管你是否聽得懂。自顧自說開了："你哭什么?!若是為了不能說話而哭，你也太不像我認(rèn)識的你了!更何況，這事并不是完全不可能彌補(bǔ)的，只要你有信心，也許就能成功呢?你不能放棄希望，放棄希望就是放棄自己。你可以從另一個角度來看這個事，你的畫，畫的這么好，為什么不學(xué)畫畫呢?!你可以沉浸在自己的世界里，做自己的畫，不好嗎?”你怔怔地看著我，用力地點一下頭，
后來，你拼命地學(xué)畫畫;
后來的后來，你搬去了一個遙遠(yuǎn)的地方;
再后來，我就再沒見過你。
與你相處的幾個月就像一場夢，你好像從沒在我生命里出現(xiàn)過一樣，只有那些我們對話的紙條告訴我：這不是夢!
我走在我們初次相遇的那條路上，回憶著那些點點滴滴：五一節(jié)的時候，我的自行車碰到了你，然后我們成為了朋友。寥寥無幾的記憶卻是我最珍貴的回憶。我閉著雙眼，昨天的一幕幕仿佛還在眼前上演。“砰”似乎撞到了人，我睜開眼，卻嚇了一跳。我竟看到了你!似有許多話要說，可到了喉嚨口卻怎么也說不出來。所有的思念都化為了一個字：“你......”。你靈動的雙眸流光閃爍，細(xì)膩的皮膚吹彈可破，藍(lán)色的上衣包裹著你，如雪的短裙襯得你更加光彩照人。一切都變了，卻又好像沒變。我呆愣地看著你，想從你的臉上找到熟悉的影子。卻是徒勞，你雖掛著笑你也可以投稿，卻沒有盈盈的笑意，只有淡淡的疏離。我很快地反應(yīng)過來，對你說了聲抱歉，你說沒關(guān)系。我有些驚訝，臉上卻沒有表露。我故作輕松地說再見，你卻拉住我的胳膊，說了七個字。
微風(fēng)溫柔地輕撫著我的臉，少女的笑容映在了我的腦海，七個字像一枚石子，投進(jìn)了我的心湖，激起了層層的漣漪。
你說:“勞動節(jié)快樂，方芳......”
May Day that year, I met you, you are a beautiful small broken flower skirt to passers-by in the crowd back again and again, in the face of others envy eyes, you are as cool as a cucumber, walking like no one's watching. And I ride a bike, like a flash of lightning, through the crowd. Wild wind blow up my hair, I regardless of danger, with open arms, chi hired in the wind, only a slanting, go straight forward, crackle, between the wheels to your foot, I turn to get off, even say sorry to you, you in silence, does not seem to rolling wheel and to you. Only you close the cold sweat on his forehead told me just now that a rolling have much pain.
With a little guilty, I was careful to put you back into your home, but to my surprise, you are my new neighbor, I was ecstatic, sitting beside you give you a lot of jokes, but you frowned, looked at me with a clueless look on his face, I ask you what's wrong, you don't answer, just on the paper drawing, when I picked up the paper, I am shocked, you was deaf! When I look to you, all the doubts into your lips with a weak smile. Even if you already are not afraid to have strange eyes, I also want to let you feel you are a normal person, too. I think, a smile back to you.
I'm your friend, only friend. Although I didn't ask you, you don't have admitted. But I always feel we have a delicate relationship between, it signaled we are friends, close friends. Every day I go to accompany you, to tell you something fun, you will take a head from time to time or raise a smile. In the limpid eyes is full of happiness.
In fact, I already know you may never speak, but I don't have the heart to tell you. Every time when I show you the story of the disabled recover when I see you in that black eyes flashing the light of the universal. I don't know if you know the thing, what will happen.
However, all is not the fire.
That day, I as usual to go to your home, but see you in tears, both hands is tearing his hair, his mouth some couldn't understand the sound. I guess you may be know the matter, said with a sigh. No matter whether you can understand. Selfish talks: "what are you crying?! If that were to cry can't talk, you don't like I know you too much! What's more, it is not completely impossible to make up for, as long as you have confidence, they might be able to succeed? You can't give up hope, give up the hope is to give up on yourself. You can from another point of view, this matter, your painting, painting so well, why don't you learn to draw?! You can indulge in their own world, do your own picture, not good?" You all looked at me and rub place a head,
Later, you try very hard to learn to draw;
Then later, you move to a distant place;
Later, I haven't seen you before.
A few months I spent with you is like a dream, like you have never seen in my life, only the dialogue we note to tell me: this is not a dream!
I was walking by the road, we met for the first time remembering those dribs and drabs: May Day, I met your bike, and then we became friends. Few memories are my most precious memories. I close my eyes, yesterday appeared as if still in sight. "Bang" seems to hit the person, I open my eyes, but got a fright. I saw you! Have many words to say, but how also can not say it to my throat. All thoughts into a word: "you..." . You clever eyes flashing, delicate skin blow play can be broken, blue coat wrapped around you, such as snow skirt lining more appealing to you. Everything changed, but if did not change. I stay leng ground to looking at you, want to find a familiar shadow on the face. Is futile, you can also contribute though you hang a smile, but no smile ying ying, only hint of alienation. I quickly to react, said sorry to you, you said it doesn't matter. I'm a little surprised, did not show her face. I never easily say goodbye, but you took my arm and said that the seven words.
The breeze gently stroking my face, the girl's smile in my mind, seven words like a stone, cast into my heart lake, the layers of ripple.
You say: "happy labor day, fang fang..."
雨依舊淅瀝的下著，勞動節(jié)如期而至，可是你呢，你又在哪兒里呢......
那年五一節(jié)的時候，我遇見了你，你一身清麗的碎花小裙在人群中惹得路人頻頻回頭，面對旁人艷羨的眼色，你鎮(zhèn)定自若、旁若無人地走著。而我騎著單車，猶如一道閃電，從人群中穿過。風(fēng)放肆地吹揚(yáng)著我的黑發(fā)，我不顧危險，張開雙臂，在風(fēng)中馳聘，不料車一歪，直直向前傾去，電光火石間，車輪軋到了你的腳，我翻身下車，對你連說對不起，你沉默著，似乎車輪并沒有軋到你。只有你額頭上細(xì)密的冷汗才告訴我剛才那一軋有多痛。
帶著一點愧疚，我小心翼翼得將你扶回你的家，卻驚訝地發(fā)現(xiàn)，你竟是我的新鄰居，我欣喜若狂，坐在你身邊給你講了好多笑話，你卻緊皺眉頭，一臉茫然地看著我，我問你怎么了，你不答，只是在紙上寫寫畫畫，當(dāng)我拿起紙的時候，我震驚了，你竟是聾啞人!當(dāng)我看向你的時候，所有的疑惑都化為了你唇邊的一抹淡笑。就算你已經(jīng)不怕別人異樣的目光，我也要讓你感覺到你也是一個正常人。我想著，回了你一個笑容。
我是你的朋友，的朋友。雖然我沒有問過你，你也沒有承認(rèn)過。但我總感覺我們之間有一種微妙的關(guān)系，它宣示著我們已是朋友，親密無間的朋友。我每天都會去陪你，給你講一些好玩的事情，你不時會點一下頭或是揚(yáng)起一個微笑。清澈的眸子里是滿滿的笑意。
其實我已經(jīng)知道你也許永遠(yuǎn)不能說話，但我不忍心告訴你。當(dāng)我每次給你看那些殘疾人恢復(fù)健康的故事的時候，我清楚看見你那黑色的眸子里閃動著無法言喻的光。我不知道你如果知曉了這事，會怎么樣。
然而，終究是包不住火。
那天，我照如往常地去你家，卻見你流著淚，雙手扯著自己的頭發(fā)，嘴里發(fā)出一些聽不懂的聲音。我猜想你也許是知道了那事，嘆了口氣。也不管你是否聽得懂。自顧自說開了："你哭什么?!若是為了不能說話而哭，你也太不像我認(rèn)識的你了!更何況，這事并不是完全不可能彌補(bǔ)的，只要你有信心，也許就能成功呢?你不能放棄希望，放棄希望就是放棄自己。你可以從另一個角度來看這個事，你的畫，畫的這么好，為什么不學(xué)畫畫呢?!你可以沉浸在自己的世界里，做自己的畫，不好嗎?”你怔怔地看著我，用力地點一下頭，
后來，你拼命地學(xué)畫畫;
后來的后來，你搬去了一個遙遠(yuǎn)的地方;
再后來，我就再沒見過你。
與你相處的幾個月就像一場夢，你好像從沒在我生命里出現(xiàn)過一樣，只有那些我們對話的紙條告訴我：這不是夢!
我走在我們初次相遇的那條路上，回憶著那些點點滴滴：五一節(jié)的時候，我的自行車碰到了你，然后我們成為了朋友。寥寥無幾的記憶卻是我最珍貴的回憶。我閉著雙眼，昨天的一幕幕仿佛還在眼前上演。“砰”似乎撞到了人，我睜開眼，卻嚇了一跳。我竟看到了你!似有許多話要說，可到了喉嚨口卻怎么也說不出來。所有的思念都化為了一個字：“你......”。你靈動的雙眸流光閃爍，細(xì)膩的皮膚吹彈可破，藍(lán)色的上衣包裹著你，如雪的短裙襯得你更加光彩照人。一切都變了，卻又好像沒變。我呆愣地看著你，想從你的臉上找到熟悉的影子。卻是徒勞，你雖掛著笑你也可以投稿，卻沒有盈盈的笑意，只有淡淡的疏離。我很快地反應(yīng)過來，對你說了聲抱歉，你說沒關(guān)系。我有些驚訝，臉上卻沒有表露。我故作輕松地說再見，你卻拉住我的胳膊，說了七個字。
微風(fēng)溫柔地輕撫著我的臉，少女的笑容映在了我的腦海，七個字像一枚石子，投進(jìn)了我的心湖，激起了層層的漣漪。
你說:“勞動節(jié)快樂，方芳......”