Content introduction:
The story begins with a fictional city, Asakawa, a city full of tall camphor trees in the north. Several young people started their high school life, and everything seemed extraordinarily calm and slow, with a sleepy narrative artistic conception unique to summer, as strong as a summer afternoon and splash-ink sunshine. The story unfolds in such an environment.
Then, the most ordinary high school students began their own life journey. Lu Zhiang's mother died of cancer, which profoundly changed his character, while Fu Xiaosi became a famous illustrator in China by participating in Jinchuan Art Competition. After that, the young people who used to be together were separated because of graduation. Chang Xia and Fu Xiaosi went to Beijing to continue their studies, Lu Zhiang went to Japan, and July 7th went to Shanghai. However, when I was lonely since I was a child, I gave up my good feelings with Asakawa Qingtian and went to Beijing alone to start working hard to realize my singing dream.
Since then, everyone's fate has been very different. At first, the slow and quiet narrative was replaced by the fast-paced changes, and the door of the adult world was opened, and the world inside was presented to them bit by bit. After Fu Xiaosi's paintings were published, they became popular all over China. Chang Xia became Fu Xiaosi's assistant and his other half. Qiqi became a singer in Shanghai because she accompanied her friends to a singing contest. After releasing her first record, she quickly became a youth idol in China. It's that she has been working hard to meet and live in Beijing for singing, but she still hasn't given up her dream of becoming the best singer. ...
In every corner of the world, these young people who once had dreams are struggling. ...
However, Lu Zhiang's imprisonment, Cheng Qiqi's betrayal, Chang Xia's departure and Fu Xiaosi's sadness. ...
They wander because they are defiled with the secular world, they destroy themselves in a beautiful friendship, and they forget their best promise because of their profound friendship and friendship more precious than love. ...
Just when everyone can't see the future clearly when colliding with the rapidly coming world, they don't know that greater adversity is coming, and it is the subsequent events that almost completely reverse and destroy everyone's life. ...
About the author:
Jing M.Guo (1983-), with the fourth screen name, is used to being called by friends. He won the first prize in the 3rd and 4th National New Concept Composition Competition, the first prize in the 10th Sichuan Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition, and the first prize in Zigong Ecological Environment Survey Report Competition. In 2002, the tenth issue of Germination magazine published the short story "Fantasy City", which caused a sensation, and then created the novel "Fantasy City". Other major works include How Many Flowers Fall in a Dream, The Edge of Love and Pain, Left Hand Reflection, Years of Right Hand, Lost in Tibet (a musical novel), River of Sorrow, Tiny Times1.0-the Origami Age, Tiny Times1.5. Editor-in-chief of the most novel comics in Youth Literature magazine.
Directory:
Reprint the preface the year of summer
Foreword is farthest from summer.
introduce
1995 summer solstice Cinnamomum camphora unknown land
1996 summer solstice color Polaris
1997 Meet swallowtail butterfly on summer solstice
1998 warm fog breaking in summer solstice
1998 sunny summer solstice
1998 Summer Solstice Cloud Phoenix Flower
Summer solstice, 2002, underwater and ukiyo-e painting
Liu Lan Cherry Blossom Festival from Summer to Japanese in 2002
Summer solstice 2003, whirlpool and doomsday light
Reed Dwarf Songshan Mountain from summer to Sunday, 2003
The end of the summer solstice in 2005
Postscript Xia Zhi Tombstone Inscription
abstract:
introduce
This is the summer of 1998. July 9th. All right. There are no clouds. None of them.
Chapter 065438 +0
1995 summer solstice Cinnamomum camphora unknown land
What is the story of Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora? Someone was whispering in the cracks looking up and looking down.
So everything becomes very subtle. Warm eyes and wet palms.
In those summer when the sky is in full bloom, the sunshine has the most prosperous jointing.
She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass blossomed;
He waited quietly behind her, so the sunset closed the heavy door;
He and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, the past dusk and the morning that didn't come.
In summer, she and she walk more and more slowly, and the pulled hand holds the hand that has not been pulled.
Some melodies have never been sung, and some torches have never been lit.
But there is sound and light in this world.
So time became heavy and small, and the snowstorm easily broke the thin door.
That city has never aged, it stands in memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness left by no one at school in the evening.
Camphor trees cover all the sky in the city from beginning to end.
There is a confession ten years late in the shadow.
Oh, I am singing. Did you hear that?
Ah ah, who is singing? I heard you.
1995 summer. The first day of high school.
In fact, Chang Xia only stayed in Asakawa for three days, but I feel familiar with the city. Those tall Cinnamomum camphora, like the colors repeatedly depicted in dreams since childhood, are full of vague and soft light in their eyes.
Chang Xia thinks Asakawa has no summer solstice. No matter how high the sun rises, no matter how hot white light it scatters, half of the city will always gently hide in the dark green shadow of Cinnamomum camphora, isolated from the world, and breathe safely with eyes closed.
Chapter 02
1996 summer solstice color Polaris
The tide rushes to the upper dike, summer or even the next summer.
What do you like?
Heavy rain swept through the village in the hot sun, and the next summer was flooded.
What do you like?
Skip the green spring, the sad autumn honeysuckle and the greener summer next year.
You appeared in front of me again. Eyebrows droop. Turn around and take away the rain in the city,
Then turn around and bring back the colorful snow. The thunder of wheat jointing rumbled through the earth.
You splashed ink on the prophecy in the corner, so you rendered a summer without ups and downs.
Come next year. Next year. But I haven't waited for a crying summer solstice. A summer solstice that never comes all year round.
Skip round-trip search.
He has never seen her.
She has never seen him.
No one has seen it. Never been here in summer solstice. The world began to rain cats and dogs. The flood season is coming.
Many times, Chang Xia wondered when it suddenly became so cold. I never noticed it. Time flooded the instep along the trace of autumn, the tide surged, and the so-called youth was submerged by a centimeter. The birds have already flown away, and the branches of camphor trees and camphor trees in the school are getting quieter and quieter, so the leaves rumble.
Autumn is already deep.
Chapter 03
1997 Meet swallowtail butterfly on summer solstice
If we hadn't met ten years ago. Whether we will never meet again.
Those foggy and noisy years in every corner of the city.
The reeds germinate in turn and then die gradually.
The wings hastily covered the sky. There is nothing more to say.
Cast the shadow of the tide along the road.
Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black.
Dyed black during the day. The night was dyed white.
The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white.
So I became your reflection.
Always live in a completely different world from you.
Buried the twilight of the morning.
Buried a group of luxurious butterflies.
You are my dream.
Long Xia also don't know how to walk off the stage, just feel like suddenly turned into a swamp, limply unable to make strength. The whole world suddenly seems to be evacuated, and the rest of the scenes are played in front of our eyes like silent movies. ...
Chapter 04
1998 warm fog breaking in summer solstice
Time turns into a red morning mist, and day and night are gradually divided equally.
I started my lonely years in a world that you have long forgotten, closing my eyes, covering my ears and cheering with tears.
Not seeing you means not seeing the whole world.
Darkness engulfed tens of billions of planets like the tide. Sunflowers are dying on a large scale. Migratory birds were sent to the funeral in droves.
One by one, there is no heavy voyage in sight.
Who waved with a straight face and then isolated from the world.
Silence is your disappointment and your pale side face.
In fact, the world will never wake up. It sleeps quietly under the collar of your shirt.
In the blink of an eye. The beard instantly pierces the skin of the lips. Young people hold high the banner and hunt without wind.
So you grew up and became the crowned king.
But I am at a loss to think that you are still a pale little prince.
They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will be foxes who have been waiting for love.
When the swallows come back in a hurry with turquoise in their mouths next spring,
Do you still bow your head under the camphor tree like a seventeen-year-old summer?
And then come to see me,
In that long, psychedelic, endless summer.
At first, Fu Xiaosi didn't know it was so long. Every morning, he basks in the sun and opens his eyes. Then, he walked towards the table with messy hair and flip-flops, picked up a pen and crossed out another day on the desk calendar.
Chapter 05
1999 sunny summer solstice
The world shines when it collapses,
Shining with once faint youth and years separated from each other.
Iris gradually climbed up all the hillsides and watched the arrival of Black Poetry.
Those poems that are circulated sing legends, and those who sing legends in legends,
Those people have nurtured countless journeys in countless eyes.
Mixed with youth and happy past, unknown origin, unknown origin,
Only when the years return along the road do wizards paint with bright gold paint and silver powder.
So the once dumb years gave birth to whistling arrows in the forest.
The once gloomy clothes instantly glow with crescent-like white light,
You were young, you were handsome, you were silent, you were kind, and after many years, you returned to pure white at the age of seventeen.
Once lonely, become no longer lonely.
This world is a happy playground in your hands, and no one can close it except you.
So the sky is gorgeous and reeds linger,
You appear at the fork in the road, with Zhang Mingliang's face and white hair.
Like the summer when the solstice was lost many years ago.
The exam before the winter vacation is still very painful. Because of his good math foundation, Chang Xia scored much higher than other liberal arts students.
But she failed Fu Xiaosi. Looking at Fu Xiaosi's report card, Chang Xia always sighed and said, "You are a wonderful species". In fact, no matter in which way, as long as I think of him, the first word that Chang Xia thinks of is "magic." ...
Chapter 06
The floating clouds and phoenix flowers from the summer solstice of 2000
Those flowers recorded by clouds,
Those clouds decorated with flowers,
In this endless long summer, it has become a dry season in the wilderness.
Zebras and antelopes migrate between groups of sand dunes,
The silent floating grass that jointing on the water every year,
All the lives that left were marked with bright red by the last season's Phoenix Flower.
Ten years later, we will meet each other in the vast sea of people.
Who said that, the people who left, the things left behind,
Come back one day,
Go the way you used to go,
Sing the songs I used to sing,
Love the person you once loved,
But I can't bear to hate anymore.
Those legends travel around the world, dressed in sunset clouds like the proudest heroes.
The dark god who leads people through tragedy,
Died on the dry river bed before the next rainy season.
Reed burned to ashes and spread to the blue sky.
Before you know it, it is summer again. It has been half a year since we met and left. Many times Qingtian didn't deliberately recall her, feeling as if she had never left. On a certain evening, she will still wear jeans and ride her bike through the shadow of camphor trees, coming to her and appearing at her door with the fragrance of a big tree. ...
Chapter 07
200 1 Underwater Ukiyo-e Painting from Summer Solstice
The plane broken by time is folded into eternity by the crust.
The boots left by the poets in the mountains were soaked with dew at dusk.
The years that come and go reveal unprinted chapters.
Repeatedly reluctant to leave in the morning light, and a bright future.
The lying body blooms in all seasons, and the body grows skin and melts into the mountains and rivers.
The road you walked many years ago is now full of sad lakes.
The plateau you climbed many years ago is now sleeping deep in the earth's crust.
The stories of those times were all folded into one chapter.
Time flies and summer is over.
People who plant flowers become people who look at flowers, and people who look at flowers become people who bury flowers.
Those wasteland turned into oases, which made me very unhappy.
Only your sadness or happiness can make the air sound like rain playing the keys.
In the dark valley, re-polish the flashing lights.
Those quiet secret jungles have been covered with layers of fallen leaves for thousands of years.
Pearls flowing under fallen leaves.
It was your blindness many years ago.
Lin Xiezhi is the best talk show host and producer in China. He has three programs in his hand, all of which were the top three in ratings last year. It made him look great last year.
Chapter 08
Liu Lan Cherry Blossom Festival from Summer to Japanese in 2002
Those hurried summers disrupted the migration of birds.
The world is dark for a moment, and then everywhere for a moment.
The faceless god in the sky sang an elegy arm in arm.
Thunder deep in the clouds threw the fire all over the sky.
Only the original shepherd boy is left, still standing quietly in the depths of the forest.
Still standing on the hill playing the flute, blowing the dusk long.
We cry or laugh, get up or sit, and it is bright or dark in the middle of the night.
The silk thread of fate gives off cold white light.
No matter how far you look, you can't see the end of the silk thread Who is the poor puppet?
And you, with bright spring scenery,
Scatter a thousand summers at will,
A thousand flowers,
A thousand lakes,
A thousand reed marshes sing songs of forgiveness,
Then, then the world was calm again.
Flowers and plants repeat the cycle of the four seasons,
The sun began to rise and set periodically again.
Nobody remembers,
Who is the priest,
Who is the singer who sings this poem?
Before you know it, it is summer again. When the day keeps advancing and the night keeps shortening, the long summer knows that another long summer has begun. It seems that I am mistaken. I always feel that summer is the longest of the four seasons, and I like to slow down all the time, walking slowly along the windowsill, along the roadside and along the lake.
Chapter 09
Summer solstice 2003, whirlpool and doomsday light
Those discrete years,
Come back to me.
Those dark twilight years,
Wrapped around my heart.
The past that once disappeared was harvested in the wheat field.
Anger at the sun, resentment at jointing,
Also thrive.
The unknown hatred, the vague love,
Everyone woke up this summer, which was postponed but finally arrived.
The sky is gone, and the clouds are moving silently, bringing the news of the return of the monsoon.
Who kissed his face silently many years ago?
Those lanterns blown by the wind and yellow white paper can't stick the light needed in the dark.
Who can lend me a pair of sharp eyes,
Light up the dark and long road ahead.
Who can lend me wings,
Who can take me soaring?
There are always many people at Beijing airport. Those people with vague faces are walking in their own itinerary in a hurry. A face of fatigue and numbness. Mostly men in black suits and women in professional suits. They are always the busiest people in the world.
Chapter 10
Reed short pine hill from summer solstice in 2003
Those summers that bloom in memory,
A whole flower has been scattered in the years.
All the songs lost their notes in an instant, and the world lost its hearing.
All the colors faded in an instant, and the world lost its vision.
And you're still standing in quiet black and white printing.
You were in a hurry in those years,
They're back.
But you ran away in a hurry,
But disappeared from my world.
The legend they said,
Is that you?
Those stories they told,
Is that you?
Tears and years remembered in the shadow of camphor trees,
Are we young and frivolous?
In the coffee bar, Block 77 is located in a quiet corner, near the floor-to-ceiling windows on the street. Seeing Chang Xia coming in, she stood up and waved to Chang Xia.
Chapter. forever
The end of the summer solstice in 2005
What we thought happened never happened.
Those whom we think love will always love us.
Postscript "Tombstone Inscription in Summer"
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