Three years ago, even the fall of the South, seems to have come as early as in particular. When a gust of wind with cold fishes inadvertently into my neck, I was hurriedly walking in the forest of steel and concrete. A shiver, I can not help but rise towards the north direction and looked at home. My hometown, the small village far away, at the moment, is not it, the chrysanthemum has been colorful in full, in order to hold a memorial ceremony for the untimely death of Fanghua? Tears can not help but fall Shan-yin, for her, mulberry a girl named Chrysanthemum. On in the morning, thousands of miles away, a telephone, a brutally relentless bad news into my ear, the name of the girl-ju, and she never went to that place called heaven.
Ju live in the neighboring village, was my junior high school students. At that time, Ju results, always top class 12. Ju is also a very beautiful girl, ruddy face, straight nose, thin lips, long eyelashes flutter treng forward, but behind the curtain eyelashes and hidden in the eyes of the always fan |