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Chapter 56 Abandoned garden, coffin board

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    In summer, the fragrance is floating

    Loneliness is a beggar lying on the ground, unable to get up, freezing to death on the street and no one cares about him.

    In this abandoned courtyard, the adobe walls have been washed into gullies by the rain, and the stone slabs on the top of the walls are hidden in the lush withered grass, with only a corner showing a little bit of white.

    The weeds in the courtyard are knee high.  There are many branches of trees, tied on the bare roots, like thousands of thin and long swords, crowded together in large groups.

    The low tile-roofed houses and the mottled bluestone walls have been smoked for a long time, turning blue and black.  The whole courtyard is like a deserted island, when the light is dimmed, it looks like a slope deep in the forest.

    I sat on the threshold, and loneliness filled my whole body.  It has been more than a month since I moved out of the school dormitory. I haven't had a fairly smooth sleep, nor have I had a difficult relationship. I have more tranquility and less messy chores.

    The heart finally has a quiet moment.

    ? After school at noon and evening self-study after school, you can stay quietly in a room.  The bright yellow bulbs illuminate the plaster walls brightly enough, and the ground paved with blue bricks is very clean, and I have to clean it every night.  After sweeping the floor, brushing teeth, face, and feet, I lie on the bed and read booklets such as the English version of "Bookworm".

    Woke up in the morning, washed in a hurry, and ran to school.  It's not far from the school, it's two or three miles away, and most of it goes around in circles. A tall building in the school can be seen clearly from this courtyard, and it feels like it's right next to it.  However, there are many irregular houses on the road, which lengthen and twist the road.

    Going to the same time every morning, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.  One morning, the weather was fine and the sun was shining warmly on the yard.  As soon as the branches and grass in the yard are green, spring will come quietly.

    The bulging small buds hang all over the branches, and they are still in the same state as flower buds, like countless small icicles, red and green icicles.  At this time, a day is like a page of a book, covered with photos of the day, one page is turned, and another is turned.

    All of a sudden, spring popped up from some distant place.  The tall and withered branches in the yard all spit out green leaves, small and soft, like countless yellow and green butterflies covering the branches, with extremely light wings flashing, dancing gracefully when the wind blows.  It's like a dark green veil cut to pieces and sprinkled on it.

    Once out of the gate, the rows of poplar trees were also covered with light gauze. The broken leaflets first turned yellow and then turned green. The leaves stretched out like palms, trying to catch the wind.  , Holding it in the palm of my hand and playing with it, it was blown by the wind.

    All kinds of spring flowers are also in full bloom. Late at night, standing in the courtyard, closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, the fragrance of flowers all over the courtyard, the smell of bitter oil of poplar leaves, and the warm wind blowing on your body, it is easy to iron.

    The cold wind is coming again. Since the Spring Festival, the weather has been tossed several times. The warm wind and the cold wind are respectively wrapped in rain and snow, alternately destroying people's longing for spring.

    The weather is weird, with hail, thunderstorms, and sandstorms. After tossing until the end of April, spring finally struggled and came quietly.

    Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round.  Ji Ji's people are different, but their worries are the same.

    Xiao Jun, who was dreamed by a certain girl, didn't know how to cherish such a good time.

    All the books say to cherish time, every inch of time is worth every inch of gold.

    But for Xiaojun, these years are full of strong bitterness, because first love itself is bitter, like bitter melon.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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