The rain gathered and turned into a stream, passing through Moon Island Middle School, bypassing Ban Xiaosong's sixteen-year-old, turbulent and slow, and the sun shone brightly, but there was no trace. To this day, I happened to see a bluestone slab, on which seemed to be carved a boy holding a baseball.
In 2017, the plastic runway stretched in the sun, and there was rain on the way, some people lost their way and lost themselves, and some people sang all the way to the other side of the butterfly dance and the murmuring of the stream. I don't know if Ban Xiaosong, who is in parallel time and space, has become the best baseball player he dreams of becoming, but Wang Yuan, who gave him flesh and blood, is now indeed sunny - an original singer, a young actor, a columnist, and a young public welfare person......
Before the sun was stainless, it was the torrential rain that surged in the secret realm, trying in vain to scatter the sea of roses, leaving a void in vain; It is the young man who watches day after day in the colorful forest or in the evening when the tired birds wander; It is singing "Sunshine is stainless and warms memories", but turning around and walking towards tomorrow's ......In the performance of the teenager, I also fell into the beauty of breaking the piano, and I was deeply attached to it. The memories of the girls may be the thousands of poems left by the pen in the night, broken between the fingers and reluctant to let go, and the ashes are also commemorated.
The warm emotions flowing in adolescence are pulling me to run and tear at the moment. On the one hand, he is a playmate of romanticism, and on the other hand, he is a bitter math, and now he recalls it, although the labor pain is still there, but the long-term belief is not extinguished - "You are the biggest surprise in my heart".
The teenager who ran the plastic track reached the end of the stage, and the baseball training began again, which was equivalent to the crazy youthful spirit of me and him.
At this moment, the stainless sunlight reflects Ban Xiaosong in parallel time and space, and also shines on Wang Yuan and me in the present world, the shadows that were once abandoned in the weathered ruins have been washed away by the stream. And I wrote on the bluestone slab with a pen: indulge and don't fall.
Author: nanjiangbudubeishui