Tree:
The reason why I call it a tree is that I am good at watercolor painting and love painting trees most. Over time, a tree simply represents me at the bottom right of my painting.
I made several girls in three years of high school. There is a girl. I love her very much, but I dare not chase her. She has no beautiful face, no beautiful figure, no provocative charm. She is an ordinary girl. I like her, really really like her, like her simplicity, her directness, her loveliness, her fragility.
The reason why I don't chase her may be that my subconscious mind feels ordinary, such as she doesn't deserve me; Maybe it's because I'm afraid that after being together, all my good feelings will disappear; Maybe she was afraid of being hurt by outsiders; Maybe I think she will be mine. There's no need to give up everything for her.
Finally, this reason made her accompany me for three years, made her watch me hang out with other girls for three years, and made her heartache for three years.
She wants to be a good actress, but I'm like a strict director. My second girlfriend and I were kissing in the toilet. She caught me. She smiled awkwardly and said, 'goon!' Then she ran away. The next day, her eyes were swollen like walnuts. I deliberately didn't guess who made her cry like this and laughed at her. One day, she cried in the classroom after everyone came home. She didn't know that I came back from practice to get things and watched her for more than an hour. My fourth girlfriend always pointed at her. Once they quarreled. I knew she wouldn't make trouble according to her personality, but I still protected her girlfriend. After I yelled at her, she was stunned and tears slipped down. I ignored her tears and accompanied her out of the classroom. The next day, she still joked with me. I knew she was very sad, But she won't know that my heart is no better than hers.
When I broke up with my last girlfriend, I asked her out to play. After playing all day, I said to her, 'I have something to tell you.' She said, "what a coincidence, I have something to tell you." I broke up with her. " I'm with him. " I know who 'he' is. He has been chasing her for a while. He is a lovely boy, lively and interesting, full of enthusiasm. He chased her all over the city. I couldn't express my heartache, so I could only congratulate her with a smile. But when I got home, the pain in my heart was so strong that I couldn't bear it. It was like a heavy stone pressing on my chest. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to shout but couldn't cry out. Tears slipped down. I covered my face and cried. Many times, I watched her cry for the person who didn't want to admit it.
During the graduation ceremony, I found a text message on my mobile phone. It came when I covered my face and cried ten days ago, but I never turned on the phone.
'leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind or the non retention of the tree.'
leaf:
In high school, I liked collecting leaves, why? Because I think it's brave for a leaf to leave the tree it has relied on for a long time!
In the three years of high school, a boy and I were very good, not as a boyfriend and girlfriend, but as a good friend. However, when he made his first girlfriend, I learned a feeling that I shouldn't have. Being jealous and sour in my heart is not a lemon. It's like 100 smelly lemons. It's too sour. They've only been together for two months. When they break up, I had to hide my strong joy, but a month later, he was with another girl.
I like him and know he likes me, but why doesn't he always chase me? Clearly like each other, why not act? Whenever he makes a girlfriend, I feel heartache again and again. I can't help but wonder if it's my wishful thinking? If you don't love me, why do you treat me so well? His kindness to me is no longer what ordinary friends can do. It's so sad to like someone. I can clearly know his preferences and habits, but I can't guess how he feels about me. Do you want me to speak?
Nevertheless, I still want to be around him, care about him, accompany him and love him. Maybe it's a kind of waiting behavior. Waiting for him to come back and love me is like waiting for his phone and his newsletter every night. I know that even if he is busy, he will set aside some time for me. Such waiting has been with me for three years. Waiting is difficult and makes people want to give up, but waiting for the moment makes people continue to wait the next day. Such suffering, such pain, such happiness and such contradiction have accompanied me for three years.
Until the second semester of the third grade, a sophomore liked me. My daily enthusiastic pursuit made me refuse from the beginning and gradually willing to move some places in my heart to him. He was like a gentle and lasting wind, stirring my shaky leaf. In the end, I found that I didn't want to leave only a little place for the wind. I knew that the wind would take my scarred leaf to a happier place.
So I left the tree. The tree just smiled and didn't stay.
'leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind or the non retention of the tree.'
Wind:
Because the girl I like is called leaf, because she has a tree that makes her attached, so I want to be a gust of wind, a wind that takes care of her.
The first time I saw her was a month after I was a sophomore in senior high school. She was small. She sat beside the court and stared at the senior students with me on the court. Every day during the club time, she would always sit there, alone, with friends. Her eyes still stared at him when he was playing with girls!, There were tears in her eyes. When he looked at her, there was a smile in her eyes. Watching her became my habit, just as she loved watching him.
One day she didn't come. I had no reason for my anxiety and uneasiness. I couldn't explain that feeling. In addition to uneasiness, I was still uneasy, and the senior student was not there. I rushed to their classroom, hid outside and watched the senior scold her, her tears and his departure.
The next day, she still sat on the sideline and looked at him. I walked over, smiled at her and gave her a note. She looked at me in surprise and then accepted it with a smile.
The next day, she appeared in front of me with a note and left.
'the heart of the leaf is too heavy for the wind to move. '
'it's not that the leaf's heart is too heavy, but that the leaf doesn't want to leave the tree at all.' After I gave her these words back, she gradually talked to me, received my gifts and answered my phone.
I know she doesn't like me, but I still have perseverance. I must make her like me. I have confessed no less than 20 times in four months. Every time she changes the topic, but I still won't give up. I will catch up with the person I decide to want!
I didn't know how many times I confessed. Although I knew she would say something else, I still hoped for her promise. Unexpectedly, she didn't speak, 'what are you doing? Why don't you talk? " I said into the microphone.
'I'm nodding.' Ah!? ' I can't believe my ears. " I'm nodding! " She shouted.
I threw off the phone, put on a dress, got on the locomotive, rushed to their house and rang the doorbell. When she opened the door, I hugged her tightly.