Kong Hui:
To ge Yimin:
In fact, we have broken up, because in the past two years, I have not seen you, and you have not seen me (emotionally and mentally).
However, this is a fact. A fine satin book was placed in front of me, and so many students' words rang around me (though not to me), all of which recalled my already silent feelings.
Alas! Come on! Come on! Come on! Why talk about these sad things? I am writing a farewell message to my old classmates! To say this and that to a classmate who knows each other but doesn't know each other, can it show who I am? Let me be full of spirit and wish our talented classmate a few blessings! But I know, Ge Yimin, you must disdain the mediocre words to deal with the nature of the job, so you have to think carefully, search my poor capital and write a heartfelt wish!
Please draw a Mona Lisa on Bai Jie's paper! Chinese!
Konghui, who is not a friend
Sancha middle school in Jurong county.
Hexianmei;
To Xueyou:
You are a fearless petrel, fighting and flying. May you always find pearls and treasure in the ocean of knowledge. May you spread your wings and soar in the blue sky!
Xueyou: hexianmei
86.3.28
Huangxiaomin:
I studied with you for two years, but I know little about you. At this time of parting, I can only express my views on you with inch tube:
Natural and handsome
Brilliant
Elegant in speech
Be ambitious
Helpful
Respectable but unfriendly
May parting enable us to cultivate friendship!
Wish you success in life!
Xueyou: huangxiaomin
Wang Feng:
Lao Yimin:
That's what I've always called you, and I still call you that.
(Lao Yimin), I always write messages for others very quickly. However, when I got your message book, I stopped and changed it again and again. For this reason, I tore a piece of paper from you. I always think I have a lot to say, and a lot to say to you!
Lao Yimin, remember? On the first day of high school, your bed was on the upper floor opposite me. I remember it was a hot day. You came early and the bed was already paved. I was sweating with heat. I saw a fan on your bed and borrowed it. Because I was afraid that you could not understand Maoshan dialect, I specially spoke it in Mandarin, but you mistook the pronunciation of "fan" in Mandarin for "Shang" in Dazhuo dialect. As a result, you thought I was going to bed, so you moved into bed and asked me to come up.
After that, I told you this story more than once. Moreover, every time I told you it, I would "scold" you again, laughing that you didn't understand Mandarin, you didn't argue, but just grinned. It was funny to think of it. When I wrote here, I also laughed loudly, causing the neighboring tables to look at me inexplicably.
Lao Yimin, remember? In the lukewarm weather, after self-study every night, I went back to the dormitory. I washed my feet in a hurry, climbed into your bed and started a 15 minute talk show every day. During the conversation, I asked you again and again whether you were tired or sleepy. You always said, "what are you sleepy about?" As a result, our 15 minute talk often extended for a long time. We also talked about a wide range of poems, foreign celebrities, the character of our classmates and some people who couldn't stand it. The funny thing is that we often dislike a stranger at the same time. Why? I can't tell. I can't stand it anyway.
Lao Yimin, your bed was against the window. When the moon is full, the moonlight shines in through the window and onto your bed. We lie next to each other head to head, talking about the most precious things in our hearts. We often talk about the snoring of the people in the same dormitory.
Lao Yimin, (I was very interested in everything about you at that time), I asked you to repeat your grandfather's story again and again, and you also told me your grandfather's story with interest again and again. When you were very young, your grandfather asked you to recite poems. When you told me that you sat on the grandfather's lap and begged him to tell another story, my heart became excited. I seemed to go back to childhood with you. At this time, I saw your eyes looking at the moon with emotion, immersed in the memories of the past. Lao Yimin, some people say you are ruthless. I want to say that he doesn't know you. In fact, your feelings are very abundant and your performance is very different. Maybe I am the only one who knows!
Lao Yimin, I once said to you, "in my seventeen years of existence (Senior One), you also exist." You smiled and said, "of course," but I said, "if one of us fails to pass the examination in the county, we won't know each other." You smiled and said, "it's such a coincidence." I finally had nothing to say.
Old Yimin, I have laughed at your deep eye socket more than once, just like the portrait of Darwin posted in the class. I often ask you to drum up your arm muscles and let me pinch them. You always promised. Maybe that's what they call your girlish character.
So, my selfishness was satisfied. I found that no one really knew you except me, at least so far.
Lao Yimin, do you still remember such a move? Grab it on your body, then put it in front of your nose and smell it. When I asked you what you smelled, you always said it was unconscious. In fact, you didn't smell it, but it was a pity not to smell it.
Finally, at the end of the first semester of senior high school, we should divide our subjects. I asked you to study science with me more than once, but you persuaded me again and again that even if we were not in the same class, we would have many contacts. Indeed, we keep in touch with each other all the time.
Now we are about to break up. When we break up, I don't have any flowery words for you, because I know that flowery words are pleasant to hear but useless. We still have a long way to go, and we won't and can't always be smooth sailing in the process of moving forward, and we will encounter difficulties from time to time. As for being a writer and a great man, it is still a matter of struggle, Yimin! Do you understand me?
Lao Yimin, please grant me a small request. When you publish your first article, write to me and let me be happy for you.
Friend: sunspot.
Grass in the evening of March 28, 86
Kong Hui:
To ge Yimin:
In fact, we have broken up, because in the past two years, I have not seen you, and you have not seen me (emotionally and mentally).
However, this is a fact. A fine satin book was placed in front of me, and so many students' words rang around me (though not to me), all of which recalled my already silent feelings.
Alas! Come on! Come on! Come on! Why talk about these sad things? I am writing a farewell message to my old classmates! To say this and that to a classmate who knows each other but doesn't know each other, can it show who I am? Let me be full of spirit and wish our talented classmate a few blessings! But I know, Ge Yimin, you must disdain the mediocre words to deal with the nature of the job, so you have to think carefully, search my poor capital and write a heartfelt wish!
Please draw a Mona Lisa on Bai Jie's paper! Chinese!
Konghui, who is not a friend
Sancha middle school in Jurong county.
Hexianmei;
To Xueyou:
You are a fearless petrel, fighting and flying. May you always find pearls and treasure in the ocean of knowledge. May you spread your wings and soar in the blue sky!
Xueyou: hexianmei
86.3.28
Huangxiaomin:
I studied with you for two years, but I know little about you. At this time of parting, I can only express my views on you with inch tube:
Natural and handsome
Brilliant
Elegant in speech
Be ambitious
Helpful
Respectable but unfriendly
May parting enable us to cultivate friendship!
Wish you success in life!
Xueyou: huangxiaomin
Wang Feng:
Lao Yimin:
That's what I've always called you, and I still call you that.
(Lao Yimin), I always write messages for others very quickly. However, when I got your message book, I stopped and changed it again and again. For this reason, I tore a piece of paper from you. I always think I have a lot to say, and a lot to say to you!
Lao Yimin, remember? On the first day of high school, your bed was on the upper floor opposite me. I remember it was a hot day. You came early and the bed was already paved. I was sweating with heat. I saw a fan on your bed and borrowed it. Because I was afraid that you could not understand Maoshan dialect, I specially spoke it in Mandarin, but you mistook the pronunciation of "fan" in Mandarin for "Shang" in Dazhuo dialect. As a result, you thought I was going to bed, so you moved into bed and asked me to come up.
After that, I told you this story more than once. Moreover, every time I told you it, I would "scold" you again, laughing that you didn't understand Mandarin, you didn't argue, but just grinned. It was funny to think of it. When I wrote here, I also laughed loudly, causing the neighboring tables to look at me inexplicably.
Lao Yimin, remember? In the lukewarm weather, after self-study every night, I went back to the dormitory. I washed my feet in a hurry, climbed into your bed and started a 15 minute talk show every day. During the conversation, I asked you again and again whether you were tired or sleepy. You always said, "what are you sleepy about?" As a result, our 15 minute talk often extended for a long time. We also talked about a wide range of poems, foreign celebrities, the character of our classmates and some people who couldn't stand it. The funny thing is that we often dislike a stranger at the same time. Why? I can't tell. I can't stand it anyway.
Lao Yimin, your bed was against the window. When the moon is full, the moonlight shines in through the window and onto your bed. We lie next to each other head to head, talking about the most precious things in our hearts. We often talk about the snoring of the people in the same dormitory.
Lao Yimin, (I was very interested in everything about you at that time), I asked you to repeat your grandfather's story again and again, and you also told me your grandfather's story with interest again and again. When you were very young, your grandfather asked you to recite poems. When you told me that you sat on the grandfather's lap and begged him to tell another story, my heart became excited. I seemed to go back to childhood with you. At this time, I saw your eyes looking at the moon with emotion, immersed in the memories of the past. Lao Yimin, some people say you are ruthless. I want to say that he doesn't know you. In fact, your feelings are very abundant and your performance is very different. Maybe I am the only one who knows!
Lao Yimin, I once said to you, "in my seventeen years of existence (Senior One), you also exist." You smiled and said, "of course," but I said, "if one of us fails to pass the examination in the county, we won't know each other." You smiled and said, "it's such a coincidence." I finally had nothing to say.
Old Yimin, I have laughed at your deep eye socket more than once, just like the portrait of Darwin posted in the class. I often ask you to drum up your arm muscles and let me pinch them. You always promised. Maybe that's what they call your girlish character.
So, my selfishness was satisfied. I found that no one really knew you except me, at least so far.
Lao Yimin, do you still remember such a move? Grab it on your body, then put it in front of your nose and smell it. When I asked you what you smelled, you always said it was unconscious. In fact, you didn't smell it, but it was a pity not to smell it.
Finally, at the end of the first semester of senior high school, we should divide our subjects. I asked you to study science with me more than once, but you persuaded me again and again that even if we were not in the same class, we would have many contacts. Indeed, we keep in touch with each other all the time.
Now we are about to break up. When we break up, I don't have any flowery words for you, because I know that flowery words are pleasant to hear but useless. We still have a long way to go, and we won't and can't always be smooth sailing in the process of moving forward, and we will encounter difficulties from time to time. As for being a writer and a great man, it is still a matter of struggle, Yimin! Do you understand me?
Lao Yimin, please grant me a small request. When you publish your first article, write to me and let me be happy for you.
Friend: sunspot.
Grass in the evening of March 28, 86
