Each person the feeling of first love is different.
My first love to stay in time and space are very remote rural schools. It is warm and simple, just like his hometown of Celosia can be seen everywhere, full of vitality and imaginative, such as blood, like red flowers, in the wind wanton open stretch. In my memory, it is like burning fireball, not what kind of new developments have been the same as it recklessly burning.
That early summer morning, cockscomb open classes in the 203 at the door of the classroom: light blue flower dress, golden morning Yang Chao, in her body, the amount of ago ray Liu, the face of that folder on the shallow dimple, All this and she is full of vitality and magic.
Her name is Heng Fa Chuen, we have different classes at the same level.
Later, when we fall in love, and love deeply, we think of each other to meet every day, we often work together in the dark after walking home after school to walk together is a matter we are very eager.
First date is the third year of a spring evening, the self-study, we slip out together at school after the rape to the large, we handle, hugging and kissing.
Third year of a summer weekend, a sunny morning, she took a book came to me that she came to ask me math topics. Then I sent her, and unknowingly went to a see a marginal, very far from the village of corn and corn on that, I put a lot is the most precious gift of her Cristata .
On that day, from morning until evening before we parted.
The next day to know that her mother did not know how we know things have been looking for her that day, and everywhere in the village chanting her name. For this matter, I have guilt.
Soon my parents seem to know about the incident, in the parents reprimanded under the feeling that time Hou love is a very shameful thing is disgraceful.
After graduating from junior high school I went to high school, her parents under the strong pressure on the county seat of a teacher. Respectively, she gave me a pen, I gave her a Xinhua Dictionary, the title page in the dictionary, I am in her name of the following, drew a lot of cockscomb.
Alienation and distance learning to live their own tension, so that we no longer meet each other too. After graduating from high school I went very far north to go to school, followed by me and she would have been each other's news.
After graduation I was assigned to the south of a city, to report back before the time I go back home. Under the train, I go to the countryside in the county road edge, such as motor vehicles. At the station accidentally met her, she's around more than men, and she became pregnant, there is no doubt that she had married. Hypertrophy of the light blue flower dress, hooded her bloated body, mature dimple Lane still shy smile: "Do you come back?"
"Hello, I came back last summer to see. You work okay?" I said.
"I teach in the county Central Primary School. This is my husband." She said, pointing around a man said to me.
Men seem much larger than she was in my mind even a flash should not call him "uncle" of the idea.
"This is my secondary school students." She turned away to keep track of the men said.
She has been very vigilant men's eyes, barely squeezed out a ray of smile.
I apparently reached into the bag, I remember I bought a packet of cigarettes. Did not come up with cigarettes and so on, I want a car on the come, haste got on a vehicle, has not yet had time to say goodbye, cars have been very far out.
Car forward, out of the window occasionally skip a touch of red, I know, that sway in the wind is bright cockscomb.
Things over the past many years, I still remember that the light blue skirt, Liu and that of the dimple. In my memory she was walking in such a way, but do not recall is the way how to leave.
Perhaps she did not leave too, but in a permanent way, my memory disk occupies a space.
