Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 515 The Most Romantic Thing - Explained
After the flowing water, when the prosperity is over, the time is still quiet and good, half a cup of warmth, warm for a lifetime.

Su Qianqian sat quietly at the side, listening carefully, holding the pink letter paper in this rainy autumn, listening to Grandpa Li, who is over half a century old and full of hair, explaining to her what SMART is...

"Ahem," Principal Li cleared his throat, and glanced at Su Qianqian, "Didn't you hear your father mention it?"

Su Qian smiled sweetly: "No."

Principal Li was startled for a moment, then laughed again: "Then grandpa will explain to you."

"Okay." Su Qianqian responded obediently, and then stood up.

"Ahem," Principal Li, who was sitting on a small stool, raised his eyes and looked up at Su Qianqian, "Our grandparents are chatting, not attending class, so we don't need to stand up and listen."

This kid is so well-behaved that he can't get used to it!
He was sitting, she was standing, this feeling of looking up, I haven't seen for a long time!
A little bit, I don't get used to it!

"Hee hee." Su Qian smiled, turned around, and walked towards the courtyard.

Principal Li's slightly surprised voice came from behind him: "Hey, Qianqian."

Su Qianqian stopped in front of the main room, turned her head and gave Grandpa Li a sweet smile, turned and walked into the room.

Hey!What's the matter with this child?
Principal Li was startled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stood up.

The more you shout, the more she runs away!
They all ran into the house and couldn't come out.What about setting goals and planning?

After all, it is a child!

Think of it as one.

What can he do with children?
Of course I will follow to see.

Principal Li glanced at the two door gods in front of the main room, raised his eyes and walked over.

Just two steps away, I saw Su Qianqian coming out of the house, holding a ballpoint pen with a kitten head in her left hand, and her favorite pink diary with a lock in her right hand.

Huh?Principal Li sneered, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and sat down quickly.

Misunderstanding shallow!
"Okay, Grandpa Li," Su Qianqian sat on the small stool opposite, spread out the diary, and smiled sweetly at Principal Li, "It's time to talk."

"Yeah." Principal Li couldn't help nodding his head again and again, "A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, Qianqian is a good habit."

"Hee hee." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, "I learned from my sister."

Ok?Principal Li was taken aback for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "Both of your children are doing well."

That's natural!

Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and rolled her eyes. She glanced at Grandpa Li opposite, and then looked at the diary in front of her.

My sister is of course very good!

She, of course, is not bad either!She is getting closer to her sister little by little!
A gust of cool wind whistled past the door, blowing in a little coolness.

Su Qianqian turned her head and glanced at the door. Under the poplar tree at the gate of the courtyard, a lot of leaves had fallen again, and autumn had really arrived.

Autumn is here, can spring be far behind?
Looking at the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, Su Qianqian suddenly came to Grandpa Li's words about setting off in autumn not long ago.

Thinking of it at this moment, I suddenly realized that it was so appropriate!

Autumn, a season that dramatically connects the brilliance of life with the withering of life, can turn joy into doubt almost overnight, even in the same landscape, one side is rich, but the other side is lonely .

However, she now also knows that all of this is really not Qiu's fault, but the sorrow of Qiuren.

Therefore, in this idyllic village full of trees and flowers, where you can feel the changes of the four seasons the most, Grandpa Li told her that autumn is the season of collecting, and autumn is the season of departure.

So what about her?
He glanced at the pink diary in front of him, and the pink letterhead from his sister in the diary.

Su Qianqian understood more and more that in this autumn, no, starting from this autumn, she would choose to start her journey in autumn, as Grandpa Li said, and as her sister expected.

Set off in autumn, gather the deepest yearning in your heart to blow a gust of wind, blow across the fields in autumn dusk, and greet every creature in autumn.

Time will not stop, there will be no gaps in the seasons, and autumn will not bring people the eternal perfection and fulfillment. Autumn is just the beginning of a higher sense.

In autumn, one should not be intoxicated for too long, as intoxication can only make people tremble and be at a loss in the severe winter; in autumn, one should not just sigh with emotion, the change from golden yellow to withered yellow is a kind of withering, and it is also a kind of new life.

If she only sings an elegy for the withering, then she will never hear the sonata of new life; in autumn, there can't be too much frustration, too much gloom in her heart, even if all she is given is sunny days and clear skies, how can she penetrate the thick Thick frozen soil, let it offer a touch of greenery for spring?
Su Qianqian blinked slightly.

She chose to leave in the fall.Autumn, in fact, is a kind of beginning.

Put more or less gains into the diary, give the pursuit of both real and illusory to the years, shake off the satisfied laughter and dissatisfied clouds, forget the futile hard work, and forget the not hard luck , Facing the stronger northwest wind every day, choose to set off in autumn.

Not far away came the singing of the messenger's little uncle.

Su Qianqian couldn't help but frowned and smiled lowly. This autumn, she will learn from Uncle Xiao Wang, and set out on the road with confidence, and fulfill her persistent steps with full faith and courage.

Climb to the roof of the city to see the stars, the blue is as bright as if there are several layers of nebula superimposed; go to the outskirts of the city to see the sun, fall leaves in a distant rural village, and watch autumn approaching a little bit, only to find that life can be So peaceful and serene.

When Su Qianqian leaned on the small chair with the backrest, watching the rainwater outside the door sweeping in from a distance and then passing away quickly, she clearly knew that she was not in Jingyun.

Jingyun is three hundred kilometers away from her!

She is a little far away from Jingyun, but she is also very close!
In September, she came from Jingyun, and next September, she will return to Jingyun from here.

And at that time, in the next September, maybe Xiaorui will also go to Jingyun, to her and her sister's side.

Going from the city to the countryside is like going from a hazy new poem to Tang poetry and Song poetry, from a fashion girl to a classical lady, from the liquid in a goblet to the roots of crops.Missing the countryside in a city full of lights is just like the brook missing the canyon, and children missing their grandmother. That is a beautiful expectation in itself!

Then, let her at this moment, in the beautiful pastoral village, live in the present with her heart and feel this rare scenery.

Approach a grass, a drop of water, a bug, understand a grass, put the grass in your mouth and taste it.I also want to dig a hole, plant myself in it, pour some water and stand there for a long time, to feel the scene of vegetation growing in the soil, to experience the freedom and beauty of life, and to think about the affection and charm of autumn.

In this gradually cooling autumn, be a light, leisurely, leisurely, autumn viewer in the distant countryside.

Trek through mountains and rivers, wear red and green to realize a small wish, use every gust of breeze to polish years of longing, and entrust every piece of soil to try out its weight.

In this increasingly cool autumn, trek across mountains and rivers, wear red and green to realize a small wish, use every gust of breeze to polish years of longing, and entrust every piece of soil to try out its weight.

"Shallow."

Grandpa Li is calling her again.

Su Qianqian turned her head and smiled sweetly at Principal Li.

"Okay, let's talk about this SMART."

(End of this chapter)