Chapter 2 Make a cocoon and bind yourself

If someone thinks that Zhu Bajie's sister is cute, it is definitely a provocation to genetics, but if her ambition, thoughts and intelligence are like the sea breeze, then I would rather believe that she is beautiful...

When the eagerness turned into a kind of suffering, when the words she sent me fascinated me, when I inadvertently often outlined her smile, when her unhappiness turned into my distress, I began to understand that she had become a necessity in my life.

Will the spider be so stupid that it falls into its own web?

The answer is yes - it's not because the spider is stupid enough, but because it has put its own net in the center while making the web - and I am such a spider...

My stupid spider, which binds itself, has been restricted by the sea breeze. Her two letters a week control my mood, and replying to her on time has also become a habit of me - oh, no, it should be a kind of life...

Although this kind of life is very sweet, it is not very real - maybe it is because her world has no intersection with my world, which makes me have a hazy feeling of looking at flowers in the fog, so I often feel that the sea breeze does not exist in the real world.

At first, I wanted to know the real sea breeze in the real world, but I was afraid that after removing the fog of "seeing flowers in the fog", I found that the flower was not beautiful, or although the flower was beautiful, it had been inserted into cow dung.

Out of this mood, I want to see her but I dare not see her - this feeling of worrying about gains and losses is probably because the sea breeze has branded an extremely beautiful image in my heart, and I'm very afraid that she will overturn this beauty in reality...

Finally one day, with the determination to die and full of courage, I began to hint at the desire to meet her in the letter. However, she played Taijiquan with me - either pretending not to know or answering the question.

I said, "I think you will make people faint and hit their heads when you laugh - this is the so-called 'upside down all sentient beings', but I don't have the chance to learn it. Do you think I should be lucky or a pity?"

He said, "Do you know Han Hong? People say that I look a little like her. Why don't you buy a picture of her and imagine it to get my smiling face that turns all sentient beings upside down.

When I read this letter from the sea breeze, I happened to be eating. When I saw it here, I couldn't help but spray rice like rain, and I was even more frightened and uncertain - the sea breeze looks like Han Hong? No!?

That day, I suddenly felt that the dishes cooked by the aunt in the school canteen were really getting worse and worse...

Since Haifeng told me that she looks like Han Hong, I was scared every time I dream, but I was really unwilling, because it was really difficult for me to connect Han Hong with her - just as I still can't believe that Han Hong sang such a beautiful song, so I began to keep "spiping" in the letter. "Military situation", I hope to see a little clue from her height and weight or "three measurements".

Unfortunately, her talk is very tight. It is simply the rebirth of Sister Jiang and the rebirth of Liu Hulan. Whether I am soft, hard, or seducing or intimidating, she is indifferent.

Although she is unwilling, since she doesn't want to let me know what she looks like, there is nothing I can do - in fact, why don't I worry that the appearance of the sea breeze will scare me, and make me no longer believe in the perfection in all love stories?

Instead of being forced to accept a cruel reality, it's better not to wake up in a beautiful fantasy - you know, there is the most perfect person in each of us. Generally, we call her (him) "dream lover", and this person is Whether it exists in real life or not, that's another matter...

She and I are still diligent in correspondence. It seems that we always have endless topics to talk about. When I write to her, I have never felt "poor words", and I always naturally write down my own joys and sorrows.

Moreover, I feel that I have changed a lot, and I have become no longer good at rhetoric - because every word I praise the sea breeze is from the bottom of my heart...

The bell of the English class rang again. "The orangutan" walked into the classroom in a suit and leather shoes. Then he stroked a few single seedlings on the top of his head with his hand, and then coughed and pretended to be solemn. Finally, he frowned in front of the whole class: "Keepquiet! It's time for class!"

The voice did not fall, but it attracted a burst of laughter. It turned out that the fact that the door in front of the "Angilla" trousers was opened has long been the focus of the attention of the whole class.

This kind of "amazing move" of "Aung bead" has also been common, so no matter how bright the color of his underwear is, I didn't spit out the milk I ate in the morning and gave it to him as a gift, but the chemical reaction of stomach acid and milk made me feel a little gastrointestinal discomfort.

Haifeng's letter today is full of special - miscellaneous words are free, and a poem is written on a piece of letter paper:

"It's hard to sleep in the middle of the night, and I'm worried about the difficulties in my studies.

When I got up and sat down in front of the desk lamp, I forgot my desire to write.

After studying hard for more than ten years, when will it be sweet to work hard?

Exploring the vast future, when can we see the blue sky?

I feel that the situation is like night, and it is difficult to see without starlight.

Poetry is a good poem, but it's a pity that it's too negative. I think about it for a while and continue under that poem:

"How can the future be explored in the clouds? It must be grasped between your fingers.

The night will be eastern white, no matter whether it is cloudy or sunny.

You don't know what the buds are like before they bloom, and the fruits are still irrigated by sweat.

After falling down for a while today, he must be in front of people.

Later, it happened in ancient times. Why should I lament that it is difficult to travel?

Then, put the poem back in the envelope, paste it again, and then write the words "No this person" on the cover of the envelope - can't I save money on a stamp by returning it to the mailbox like this?

You should know that I have always been left behind in carrying forward the "hard and simple" revolutionary tradition...