Prose "The Distance between You and Me"

I have been calculating how far I am from you, but I always get disappointing answers. No matter how I chase you, you will always run away at the moment when I am about to catch up with you.

From the moment we met, I knew that you and I came from two different worlds, but I still fell in love with you. I don't hesitate to give up my own world, try to cross into your world and try to be closer to you.

Even if I am in the same world as you, I can feel that you are still far away from me. Sometimes, I feel that we are so close that we are only one step away from winning your heart. But I soon learned that it was just my illusion, and you had never been near me.

Reluctantly integrate yourself into your world, but get no response. I can't figure out your mind, and you didn't say anything. If you don't love me, why do you allow me to be with you? If you love me, why don't you allow me to enter your heart?

Every time I calculate the distance between you and me with a glimmer of hope, but every time the calculation results show that I am blocked by you. The disillusionment of hope again and again is eroding my love for you, and I still can't let you go. Maybe I won't give up until this love is corroded and disappeared in disappointment.

The distance between me and you Prose 2 That year, you were six years old and I was six years old.

You were led by menstruation, and I was led by my mother, reluctantly stepping into the threshold of primary school.

Carrying a schoolbag sewn with red cloth and tied with two bundles of high decapitated heads, I stood outside the registration office waiting for my mother. After a while, mom came out and you were led out by your aunt. Then, a kind teacher came out. "She is the teacher in charge of both of you. Called' tian teacher'! " My mother tugged at my arm and snapped at us for calling the teacher hello.

"tian teacher, good!" Your soft mouth makes the shouting teacher be elated, touching your head and praising again and again.

And I, just hiding behind my mother, didn't make any noise.

"This baby has been stupid since he was a child, tian teacher, don't take it personally." My mother leaned forward and said to the teacher in a disappointed tone.

The teacher lovingly pulled me from behind my mother, pinched my red doodle face and even said, "How cute!" " "

Mom and aunt left, and the teacher led us into the classroom and arranged us in the first row on the right. You sit on my left and I sit on your right. You are used to my bullying and I am used to your restless shaking. One habit is six years. I won't allow you to exceed the 38th parallel of the desk by one centimeter. If you don't obey my duty for a week, I will tell the teacher with tears that you bully me and see what you do.

I'm bad, really bad. Talk about it after a few decades, and you just said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as a child."

The distance between me and you Prose 3 In that year, you were twelve and I was twelve.

Love the carefree innocent campus, take off the red scarf that has been with you for six years, and it is no longer a childhood.

The middle school building is in the town, and the home is in a village dozens of kilometers apart. As a last resort, I learned to ride a bike, or a big bike with bars. Summer is very cold, stormy, lightning and thunder, and the way to and from home and school never stops. When I first learned to ride a bike, I always fell and scratched, and my bike also protested against the strike.

"How so careless? Come, I'll drive you ... "Before you finish, I jumped into the back seat. I like riding your bike, it's safe and secure, and I'm not worried about falling. Even if I fall, it's you, not me.

After a long time, there is a follower behind your bike, and the whispering between classmates has increased, which will always reach my ears inadvertently. Later, my mother began to question gossip. Under the pressure of my mother, I transferred to a middle school in the county. I go to school alone, go to school alone, study alone and live alone. Get used to it, get used to a person's learning mode.

Later, later. Let's talk about it in a few decades. You just said, "It's challenging to drive you by bike."

The distance between me and you Prose 4 That year, you were fifteen, and I was fifteen.

The results of the senior high school entrance examination were too careless, which completely broke my mother's heart. My relatives and friends looked at me with strange eyes and repeatedly asked me why I failed in the first place. Is it stress? Or puppy love? I have nowhere to hide, I can only close myself and spend the whole summer vacation unhappy.

In a blink of an eye, the long summer vacation is over. When I met you at the entrance to the village, I knew that your results in the senior high school entrance examination were not satisfactory and you barely got into No.3 Middle School. You said that tutoring hurts your brain, but you don't want to. No.3 middle school, it's too far from home, and you don't want to. After much reasoning, you decided to go to Hunan to study in a technical secondary school with your cousin, and said that you can only study there and you can guarantee your work arrangement after graduation.

I am very sad, really sad, not for that school, just because you are going. The second you asked me if I wanted to go, I was ready and nodded again and again.

I got my wish and came to study in a strange foreign land. I was not used to it at first, and I wiped my tears almost every day.

You said, "You are safe when you come." Slowly, I got used to the strange environment and gradually fell in love with it.

I fell in love with everything in school and every moment with you, but it has nothing to do with love. You know, me too, although in others' eyes, they are inseparable, and they must be lovers in pairs. But I understand that if the personalities are too similar, no one will take that step, beyond the step of friends. Perhaps, as you know, such mutual appreciation should be cherished for a lifetime, and the purity between friends is the best lubricant.

Who says you have to have it if you like it? I miss more than my friends, but less than my lover.

The distance between you and me was five or six years ago. You were eighteen and I was eighteen.

At the same time, step out of the school gate and step into the muddy social gate. You went to Guangzhou and Yangcheng, and I came to Shenzhen, the window of economy, and embarked on a dream-seeking journey of youth. Climb all the way, fall all the way, and go straight step by step. I listen to your helplessness, you share my worries and reach each other's hearts through the transmission of mobile phones.

On the way to my dream, I am lonely and wandering, but at least, at every moment of need, someone is with me and someone is listening.

On the way to my dream, I stumbled, but at least, at every frustrated stage, there was someone who supported me and encouraged me.

It doesn't matter. It's a big deal to start over. This is what I often say to comfort you and me. How about tomorrow? I really don't know if I can start over. I don't know, but I know that you will cheer up and I will be comfortable. That's enough.

Now, although your career is not successful, you have all your abilities and energy, and you just need a suitable fulcrum.

The distance between me and you prose 6 The year before last, you were twenty-one, I was twenty-one.

This is a mature age, a wise age, and the age when adults start forced marriage. I saw what i saw. My aunt is very busy and takes pains to arrange blind dates for you. Some people know, some people don't know, some people have knowledge sources, and some people can't understand a word. In short, there are all kinds. Poor parents, worried about their children, always rushing back and forth from major events to small details.

You said, I really want to escape. Escape to where? You don't know, just tired of blind date.

I said, try to accept it. Perhaps, the person who will accompany you all your life will appear.

..... slowly, you always ask me how I feel. "You ... have a boyfriend now?" After a long silence, I made a joke. What if not? As soon as the words came out, I regretted it. You are so inarticulate. If I ask you this question, you will be dumbfounded. I can't squeeze out a word for a long time.

"Just asking ... about." I see your whole face is red to the ears, and you can't stop talking. Actually, I really want to tell the truth. I haven't talked about boyfriends. However, I can't, still can't ... I give myself a reason to wait until next year.

Come and go next year, and there will be next year every year. However, for us, few people can wait until next year.

The distance between you and me Prose 7 Today this year, you are twenty-four, I am twenty-four.

Since you said you were getting married on the 13th of the twelfth lunar month this year, I have been lost for a while, inexplicably lost. Then there was an indescribable emotion that made me panic. At first, I convinced myself that I was just excited about the happiness of my good friend.

From the cross-stitch shop downstairs, I bought a pair of embroidered patterns embedded with "the eternal knot is concentric". For the first time in my life, I picked up a needle and thread that was strange to me, and embroidered patterns one by one, with all the blessings, unclear and unclear blessings. You said, you can understand, everything can understand. Suddenly, depressed tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly wiped my back against the deserted corner.

"What happened to her? Do you love her? " Extra question, but I really want to ask. I wonder what the answer is. At this moment, I don't even understand myself. What is this struggle for?

"I don't know, everyone says she is very good, and she is also very good to me." That's enough. She loves you. After listening to your answer, I nodded with satisfaction, but I really wanted to escape and didn't know where to go. This time, I am very confused.

Trying to find an excuse not to attend the wedding. Only if I don't go home, can I avoid excitement and bless you silently in my heart, only in my heart, not at the scene.

This ending is very good. At least, you and I are lifelong friends, friends who know each other.

The distance between you and me is less than 8, the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

You are a bride wearing a suit and holding a white wedding dress, with a happy face, shuttling between relatives and friends, receiving one blessing after another. In that scene, happiness can be intoxicated. That happiness is enviable and intoxicating.

To the love of your life. Let's raise our glasses again. Let's drink to your longevity and future generations.

There is a corner, an invisible corner, and a figure, silently blessing you in the distance beyond your bosom friend.

If you feel it, please, double your happiness.

Your Distance Prose 9 ▌■

There are two things in this world that make people talk.

One is to talk after being lovelorn, and the other is to win the joy of 5 million.

The former is to find someone who can listen, and the latter is a person rolling.

Not much better than that novice monkey.

But in the final analysis, nothing is immortal, lovers will come and money will be spent.

Happiness and sadness are just pastimes, as long as you live.

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As a tree hole, what I see most every day is:

I am lovelorn. He doesn't love me anymore

She lied to me for a long time. I didn't think I would be green.

I just glanced at it casually, but I didn't even have the interest to reply. The reply is that I am so miserable and sad now, and I don't know how to spend the rest of my life.

How cadence. I can comfort them in different ways, but I just comfort them, and there is no story. Maybe a few words can make them understand, or I just turned sadly and threw myself into another arms.

As usual, when I read a message, I saw a message. Every time I am about to fall in love with someone else, I find that the person I love is you.

There is a story. There must be a story. I replied, please start your story.

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He, Lin Xin, has a girlfriend who loves him very much, but he only passively accepts her love, let alone sincerely, and doesn't hate it. Life goes on like this. Graduation is near, and she chose to stay in this city for him, because he is also in this city.

At the beginning of graduation, the interview hit a wall everywhere, so I was very grumpy and yelled at her. At that time, she was also looking for a job and cried for a man for the first time.

Later, Lin Xin became less and less interested in her and found a less busy job. The salary is not much, but she has a lot of free time. She often plays games, playing games day and night.

Once she was late from work and asked him to pick her up. He was completely immersed in the game world and didn't care about her request at all, so he didn't pick her up. That day, she quarreled with Lin Xin, and Lin Xin was puzzled. He just won't pick her up to play games. As for fire.

Later I learned from her best friend that she was followed that day. Although nothing happened, she was afraid.

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Because she often plays games, there is little communication between Lin Xin and her. After work, she just plays games, and games become everything. To this end, she and Lin Xin had a big fight. The first time, he hit her.

Desperate, she broke up Lin Xin said nothing and nodded in agreement. She pressed her lips and asked Lin Xin if she loved her. Even for a minute, Lin Xin angrily replied no, never loved her.

When I love you and can't get your response, love won't make me feel happy, but it will make people feel more lonely. She moved out and packed her bags alone. Lin Xin looked back from time to time, trying to stop it, but she couldn't. She left and didn't stay.

I asked Lin Xin, do you regret it?

He said that after she left, I suddenly found the room so quiet. I will be flustered, break out in a cold sweat and start to worry about her. When I leaned forward, she was no longer behind me.

It turns out that I have long fallen in love with her and can't live without her. I just passively enjoy her love, but I don't think it is love.

The roads I walked before seemed to be colored, because she would wait for me because of expectation. Now I'm walking on the road, more like walking back to my destination, because I know that even when I get home, I'm still alone.

I don't play games, but I am in a daze, looking for her trace from the room. I tried to divert my attention, but I found it was in vain. Later, I thought it would be better if I started a relationship again, but I found that every time I was about to fall in love with someone else, I was shocked. It turned out that she was the one I loved.

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I asked him again. Do you regret it?

He still didn't answer, well, I was a little grumpy, and then Lin Xin threw a screenshot showing that there was a message to withdraw, and Lin Xin returned a question mark.

Lin Xin said, actually, I saw the news. She said, can we start over? I miss you. But I hesitated, and a minute later, she withdrew the message.

My bad temper really killed his brother. If he is in front of me, I will whip him to death and perform the drama of my predecessor 3. Do you really think you are free and easy?

It's tragic enough that one left and one didn't stay. Now, one person wants to be saved, and one person wants to be saved. It's only a minute's walk. In a minute, I miss you, too. Let's start again, and then it will be spring, the world will be harmonious and life will be happy.

I have to miss it again for the sake of unwarranted reserve and unwarranted worry. I am not a free and easy person. I want to play some free and easy plays.

Although I often say that separation should be decisive, and we should not drag our feet, but one is attached to this love and the other is regretting that they are not together. What's the use of persistence and regret?

I don't know the later story. He just said to think about it. I don't know what he is thinking. Will he make up the message that hasn't been sent for a minute? But I know.

Spring has arrived. It's time for you to fall in love