The wind over the cold summer, corner, with her hands holding the gills, in the sun to tremble, Ma red trousers, take a rattan cane threads, like the shade plants as in the dark and defiant, a pair of white cloth shoes, she did not wear socks, ankle skin white and tender the newly unearthed, like white radish.
The sun along the wall flow down, a spot of Yao, she always not to move the pace of standing there, she wears her hair in bangs oblique, long, there are so few hair straight down to the mouth, red lips, dry, probably because of long time not drink the reason, she look at me, it seems a little timid, do not know because of long time no see, or other reasons, I see, she seems to want to say what, because she had been caught with the hand clothes, I to her too familiar, from childhood, to the year seventeen. In fact, as long as I can remember.
Just as, when I asked her to her, in her name.
"The author, you see what I have in my hand." I remember that we at the age of seventeen, the dry and healthy youth, she smiles looks are always so beautiful, "the sun, I knew you'd better." she took my hand postcards, in those years, I remember, at that time her most love thing is collecting postcards, she said one day, she would put all the postcards, a piece of mail, I asked her to send one, she just closed lightly a mouth to smile slightly, then she comb horsetail, she likes a bright forehead, she said like that. She feels very warm. Her big eyes, smile, just like the night sky twinkling, non-stop smiled to the stars, she likes cotton pants, I have always felt that she wore jeans look good, because that her two slender legs will outline a natural beauty, she also like shoes, I remember the adult ceremony that day, she was wearing high heels, because at that time the school rules to wear suits, her face was covered with a layer of foundation, is her face is white, she was a little awkward took me by the hand, she said, "the sun like this okay" in fact it time, she is very beautiful, is the life I have seen the most beautiful girl, but unfortunately, the dress, she just in front of me once, after several years, I never saw her again, perhaps her beauty, also once in front of other boys tried however, those stories are already settle a matter by leaving it unsettled.
Afternoon, the balcony will gather us several boys, the sun like a little worm like, slowly climbed up our clothes, then our foreheads, into our fortune, in those mottled track, we're like a bunch of against the wind sound lodging sunflowers, quiet smile, quiet cry, we are growing in the sun's child.
