He is a nuisance, always pulling her hair, putting xanthium on her sweater, or hiding caterpillars in her pencil box.

She either complained angrily to the teacher or fought back violently on the spot. He let her little fist fall on him without resistance. Actually, it hurts a little

They have been in the same class since primary school, and junior high school is still in the front and back seats, like a pair of small enemies.

After her short hair showed her little white neck, he looked at her and made a big cross with a black pen as soon as he bowed his head.

She overturned his desk, threw away his schoolbag, and then went down to the toilet surrounded by several girls. When I came back, the back of my neck was rubbed red, and I could vaguely see the big fork.

That time, he suddenly took her stool, and she sat on the ground in full view. I am bored. She stood up slowly, without saying a word, and sobbed silently on the table.

He smiled, laughing his head off, and then his smile slowly froze.

Looking at her shoulder, he was at a loss. For the first time in many years, he found that she had grown from a fierce girl to a lovely girl.

In the afternoon, he bought her favorite plums and oranges and stuffed them in her desk. From that day on, his opinion of her was different.

He began to study hard; He clamored for Nike sneakers; He lifted his school uniform, spread out his hands and rode his bike like a fly; He looked in the bathroom mirror and combed his wet hair over and over again like Aaron Kwok.

A senior boy knocked down her bike. He rushed up and bumped, and was sent to the school hospital with a black face.

There are rumors about them. There was a trace of joy in her heart, but she said, "Yuck, who wants him to like it?"

In order to stay away from the scandal and because of the faint panic, she began to avoid his burning eyes. The adolescent boy was so sensitive and fragile that he felt humiliated by her indifference, so he deliberately talked to a beautiful literary and art committee member.

She got angry and responded with a deeper silence.

In the second half of the second grade, he will transfer to another school. I left messages with all my classmates before I left, but I couldn't find her. She pretended to look down at the book and looked indifferent, tears rolling in her eyes.

That day, the seat behind her was empty. She is listless and feels a little cold in her back.

A month later, the monitor brought a big package containing a letter he wrote to everyone in the class. In his letter, he boasted how powerful and popular he was in his new school, and called on everyone to write back and say not to forget him.

She secretly compared her letter with others', and there was no difference. She only brazenly added at the end: "Nobody bullies you, don't get used to it, hahaha!" "

She cursed in her mind, crazy! She crumpled up the letter, stuffed it in her desk, took it out later and spread it out carefully.

I'm really not used to it.

She answered his letter with a pen between her teeth, wrote and tore, tore and rewritten, wrote and tore, and finally burst into tears on her desk. She didn't know that he wrote 54 letters just to wait for a reply.

For more than two months after posting the letter, he ran to the reception room every day until disappointment scabbed in his heart.

When she finally got up the courage to answer a long letter, he had transferred to another campus. The letter was left in the message room for half a year and then put back in its original place.

As the days passed, she went to school step by step, fell in love, lost love, worked, dated, married and had children ... Her husband was very kind to her, and she was very satisfied, and she didn't feel that life was lacking. The boy in that memory became blurred, like a big fork at the back of the neck. At first, it was so shocking that it gradually faded away. Not unforgettable, not unforgettable, just left on the skin, taken away by years.

I heard that he will attend the reunion for the tenth anniversary of graduation. She dressed up in front of the mirror for a long time and finally gave up going out. So what? Those abandoned youths will not come back.

/kloc-the sky that misses you at the age of 0/6 is gone forever.

On June 20 12, he died in a mountain accident, and his teammates desperately pulled him down from an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and buried him in the base camp at the foot of the mountain.

It was two months after she learned the news, and she froze. She thought she would cry, but she didn't.

She asked for leave and told her husband that she wanted to go to Tibet. Husband laughed at her feelings as a young artist and turned to buy her a plane ticket and rhodiola.

She coaxed the children, packed her luggage and set foot on the train to Lhasa alone. When crossing the Tanggula Pass, she experienced altitude sickness and felt dizzy, so she simply burst into tears.

After many twists and turns, I finally found his cemetery with a small Mani heap. His name is engraved on a pillar with a thick bowl mouth, and his small photo is embedded at the top, which is a youthful face.

That smile is deja vu, as if I had just finished playing a prank and kept laughing and laughing.

The snow-capped mountains are solemn and colorful flags are flying.

Not all parting has reunion. At least, I remember you.

She lit the butter lamp, and it was very windy. It took several attempts to light it. Then, she leaned forward deeply, touched the mani stone on her forehead and murmured.

Then, she took out a letter from her backpack and burned it on the butter lamp. The envelope is like a yellow leaf, and his name is stamped with a red steel stamp. "There is no such person."