A thousand rolls of celery

Heart blue-handed private cabbage -- those years, pure love was like a battle, and then another summer. Eighteen-year-old gold, eighteen-year-old gold body. The boy was the main force of the school team, he was on the field like a wind, and a series of moves were made, as if everything was just for the joy of shooting at the door, just to look back at the bright smile at victory. Su-eun-eun-eun-eun-eun-eun-eun-eun. In the sunset, Sue sits by the green field, and the beautiful face is as holy as a goddess, and it is unbearable for people to crush the radiant beauty. One by one, one by one, and two by one, it may be a bit tacky, and that Zhu Zhu is the best interpretation... I don't know. In the near future, Su is a student of the arts and the boy is a science student (sorry, Su never mentioned the boy's name throughout the narrative). Intensive learning, which takes up most of each other's time and allows brief communication only on the way home from school, does not alienate each other, but rather makes each other's slightly obscurantistic hearts more concerned. Thousands of troops took the bridge, leaping, sighs, surprises, wounds, and the school children accepted each other's fate after the dust had settled. As he wished, he took the most famous university in the country, and the boys went to a very good school, one in the South, one in the North, one in the other, one in the other, and perhaps the other in tears. Last holiday, Sue and the boys had the happiest time. The boy was moved, after noon, by the poaching of fish by the stream, the picking of fruit in the forest of the evening, the running of the morning grass, and the radiant frogs on the fields of the night, and the boy always liked it. So he stayed with him, smiled and satisfied, and felt like the sea of heart had fallen because of him, and life was complete because of him... I don't know. Happy times are always going on so fast that they're going to start college. On the night before his departure, the boy took Sue to the double tree garden of Shalo, the wind passed, the Buddha danced, and the voice of Moo was as groaning as Buddha. The boy drew a love with his finger on the Buddha tree, wrote his name and that of Sue, who turned around and looked as bright as the stars of the night: “Sou, I sought a thousand years before the Buddha, only to meet you this time of my life ...” Sue did not speak, smiled, and took the kettle out of her pocket, which she collected early in the morning on her leaves. The world really has a heart and a heart... ..and travels slowly around the big trees, spilling the dew under the python. The boy did not know what Sue was doing, but he knew that it must have been a good prayer. Indian women believe that they often pray to the Buddha tree, regularly water the Buddha tree, and that walking around the Buddha tree can be blessed with good children, especially sons. For it will please the gods who live in the trees and grant these aspirations to bear fruit. Sioux prays in his heart: “Having slaves who live in the roots, Lakshmi who live in the trees, Narayan who live in the branches, and Harry who lives in the leaves, grant us happiness, live together and live forever.” At night, a young man's life sits silently under the tree of Buddha, staring at the stars, leaning towards one another and pouring his heart upon one another... Every night, the boy calls Sue's bedroom, tells him what's happening today, and he's happy, he's upset, he's always listening quietly and occasionally smiling in response to the boy. Having spent so many years together, the boys have become accustomed to the silence and practiced an untidy tongue in the face of the silent. With the passage of time, roommates on both sides have become accustomed to such a strange long journey. The roommates always mocked the boys in good faith, even when they were facing a rock, they were able to blow up their mouths for three days. The roommates have always been nice and mocked, and they can smile even if their ears change. Sometimes the beeping on the phone can make Sue smile, and the boys can be inspired. As soon as there is time, the boy will come to see Sue. And because he had no money, he chose a green car in the evening, to endure the night and to arrive in the morning. Su looks at the tired face of the boy, his hair and his red eyes, and his heart hurts and is sweet. She always drags the boy to the sunshine of the grass, where he leans in his arms and caressssssss his dark hair. This is how morning's hours pass, and the boys fall asleep in warm sunshine, in the fragrance of Sue. Sue looks like a boy's sleep and smiles sweetly. The boy doesn't know that Sue likes to look at him like this, with rare peace and quiet. Sue likes to use his fingers to draw the boy's thick eyebrows, the tiny horns of his mouth, and the sound of his nose. The images in the sun, like all the lovers in love, smell of happiness... pure love, end of centre。