boys' feelings are always poetry

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The high school coming-of-age ceremony, originally scheduled for Monday morning, was postponed to Tuesday morning because of a sudden heavy rain.

It took Song Yu his mother a week to forcefully write a letter, which was required by the school, otherwise, she would rather give Song Yu two more money, swearing at the streets, but not writing a letter.

When I was writing the letter, I also searched the Internet. There are many sweet and greasy words on the Internet. They look very beautiful, but they are actually flashy. Those words are the same as if they were not written. The content is empty and boring, but there is an interesting sentence, Immediately copied down by Song Yu's mother: It's dark and the road is slippery, society is complicated!There are many bastards in shallow water, and there are big brothers everywhere!

Song Yu also wrote one, which was awkwardly written, with nine points of sincerity and one point of nonsense, people are often like this, because they have too many feelings, they can't write for a while, and they really don't know how to express their feelings. Writing these three or five sentences always feels superficial, but when I pick them up and read them, I suddenly feel very affectionate, such as this sentence: Raging waves are an attitude!Wild waves are not bound!Only mother is good in the world!

On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, the sky was clear, and God gave me a favor. There was no cloud, and the blue sky was clear with pure light.

The students in the third year of high school are uniformly wearing summer school uniforms, white shirts, dark blue pants, dark blue pocket ties on the collars, and old name tags pinned to their chests. There are many, many whites gathered together on the playground, which is very dazzling. For a few seconds, Song Yu felt that he was about to faint, and there were stars spinning around his head.

Think about the years of studying, how many speeches under the red flags, and the speeches of the group leaders of the school year, but the speeches and speeches on the coming-of-age ceremony are more beautiful than any teachings at any time. Listen carefully, and listen to how quickly the three years in No. [-] Middle School have passed. When I chatted with Fang Zhihui at first, I was extremely melancholy about the future. Can you hold on?However, in a flash, three years have passed, and at the end, I couldn't think of any good words, so I could only say something clumsy, so fast.

Song Yu felt that the part where parents and children sent letters to each other was the most tear-jerking.

Song Yu's mother is an uneducated woman with only a junior high school diploma. She went out to work before finishing high school, but met a bad man, Song Yu's father. She got married ignorantly, gave birth to a baby, and was beaten by love , After peeling off a layer of skin, he gritted his teeth and lived the life of a single mother.

When mentioning his father, Song Yu's mother just said: He is not a human being, but a bastard.

"Mom, you said that if you don't look for my father, you can definitely find a better one, any coal mining or mining will do."

"That's not necessarily true. I was a child. A few years ago, I went in because of robbery and was sentenced to ten years in prison. If I didn't marry your father, I might have a baby with him. It's not good, disgusting."

Song Yu was speechless, thinking in his heart, she is really a strong and optimistic woman, she might be a little bit unlucky, but Song Yu never wanted to describe her as pitiful, she was beautiful, great, and worth protecting for a lifetime, a somewhat Stupid, 40-year-old delinquent girl.

"Mom, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"What's the matter? Nothing to say, you get more points in the exam, you can get into a good university, if you can't get into the university, go sell fried chicken tenders at the school gate, I don't care about you!"

"Mom, is that all?"

"Maybe there is one more sentence."

"What is it?"

Song Yu's mother was a little embarrassed, and her cheeks turned red.

"Son, you have always been my pride, always, forever and ever."

262.

Sure enough, Song Yu cried hard, his eyes were red and red, his mother could bear it better than him, and only shed a little tear.

His mother was not moved by Song Yu's sweet and greasy words, but because he shook Song Yu's shoulders, he became wider, his frame became bigger, he was a mature boy, he was so tall, time was so fast, It's frighteningly fast, and when people recall the past, it's like losing their memory.

Song Yu stood in the line of Class [-], secretly wiping away tears while listening to the song with his head down. The school radio station played a very appropriate song at this time: "Young Battlefield".

Song Yu can guarantee that nine out of ten high schools will play this song at important moments all the year round. I guarantee that when you hear it: Today, I finally stand on this young battlefield, and I will be able to think of the college entrance examination and the imperfect life. high school life.

Song Yu is now considered a tall boy. Standing behind Class [-], he can see the situation in front of him without tiptoeing.

The homeroom teacher stood behind Song Yu, as if talking to some parents in the class. Song Yu let out a breath, thinking, it's almost time for the students to thank teachers, why are you still standing behind and chatting.

The thank you session was very simple and very tear-jerking. Usually, the monitors of each class would send a large bouquet of flowers worth at least 200 yuan. Song Yu had never seen Lu Jixue before, so it is reasonable to speculate that he should go to pick up flowers.

"Today, I finally stand on this young battlefield..." Song Yu sang along unconsciously, standing with his feet out of the way, very relaxed.

When I raised my head, the same sentence was played on the radio: Today, I finally stand on this young battlefield.

In the distance, Lu Jixue finally appeared holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

Today's him, the expression on his face is different from everyone else's. It seems that the smile on his face is happy and sincere. The red eyes and the tears hidden in the eyes do not violate this bright smile.

Thinking of the letter he wrote to his mother, no one could accept it, Song Yu wept sadly again, his eyes became redder and redder.

Lu Jixue's school uniform collar and flowers are almost integrated, it looks so dazzling and pure, Song Yu looks at his smile and the flowers in his hand, and travels from time in a trance, if one day, Lu Jixue proposes to someone else, it will probably be this Like it.

very nice.

Lu Jixue walked from front to back, the hair on his forehead fluttered back and forth in the wind, because he walked so fast, he and the flowers in his hands were both sad and happy.

Song Woo wiped away his tears, made a fist, and decided that later on at his wedding, no matter what, he must play the song repeatedly.

Today, I finally stand on this young battlefield.

It is also a battlefield to applaud you proudly.