Still intermittent rain, the labor day dawned, but what about you, you where is the in...
May Day that year, I met you, you are a beautiful small broken flower skirt to passers-by in the crowd back again and again, in the face of others envy eyes, you are as cool as a cucumber, walking like no one"s watching. And I ride a bike, like a flash of lightning, through the crowd. Wild wind blow up my hair, I regardless of danger, with open arms, chi hired in the wind, only a slanting, go straight forward, crackle, between the wheels to your foot, I turn to get off, even say sorry to you, you in silence, does not seem to rolling wheel and to you. Only you close the cold sweat on his forehead told me just now that a rolling have much pain.
With a little guilty, I was careful to put you back into your home, but to my surprise, you are my new neighbor, I was ecstatic, sitting beside you give you a lot of jokes, but you frowned, looked at me with a clueless look on his face, I ask you what"s wrong, you don"t answer, just on the paper drawing, when I picked up the paper, I am shocked, you was deaf! When I look to you, all the doubts into your lips with a weak smile. Even if you already are not afraid to have strange eyes, I also want to let you feel you are a normal person, too. I think, a smile back to you.
I"m your friend, only friend. Although I didn"t ask you, you don"t have admitted. But I always feel we have a delicate relationship between, it signaled we are friends, close friends. Every day I go to accompany you, to tell you something fun, you will take a head from time to time or raise a smile. In the limpid eyes is full of happiness.
In fact, I already know you may never speak, but I don"t have the heart to tell you. Every time when I show you the story of the disabled recover when I see you in that black eyes flashing the light of the universal. I don"t know if you know the thing, what will happen.
However, all is not the fire.
That day, I as usual to go to your home, but see you in tears, both hands is tearing his hair, his mouth some couldn"t understand the sound. I guess you may be know the matter, said with a sigh. No matter whether you can understand. Selfish talks: "what are you crying?! If that were to cry can"t talk, you don"t like I know you too much! What"s more, it is not completely impossible to make up for, as long as you have confidence, they might be able to succeed? You can"t give up hope, give up the hope is to give up on yourself. You can from another point of view, this matter, your painting, painting so well, why don"t you learn to draw?! You can indulge in their own world, do your own picture, not good?" You all looked at me and rub place a head,
Later, you try very hard to learn to draw;
Then later, you move to a distant place;
Later, I haven"t seen you before.
A few months I spent with you is like a dream, like you have never seen in my life, only the dialogue we note to tell me: this is not a dream!
I was walking by the road, we met for the first time remembering those dribs and drabs: May Day, I met your bike, and then we became friends. Few memories are my most precious memories. I close my eyes, yesterday appeared as if still in sight. "Bang" seems to hit the person, I open my eyes, but got a fright. I saw you! Have many words to say, but how also can not say it to my throat. All thoughts into a word: "you..." . You clever eyes flashing, delicate skin blow play can be broken, blue coat wrapped around you, such as snow skirt lining more appealing to you. Everything changed, but if did not change. I stay leng ground to looking at you, want to find a familiar shadow on the face. Is futile, you can also contribute though you hang a smile, but no smile ying ying, only hint of alienation. I quickly to react, said sorry to you, you said it doesn"t matter. I"m a little surprised, did not show her face. I never easily say goodbye, but you took my arm and said that the seven words.
The breeze gently stroking my face, the girl"s smile in my mind, seven words like a stone, cast into my heart lake, the layers of ripple.
You say: "happy labor day, fang fang..."
雨依旧淅沥的下着，劳动节如期而至，可是你呢，你又在哪儿里呢......
那年五一节的时候，我遇见了你，你一身清丽的碎花小裙在人群中惹得路人频频回头，面对旁人艳羡的眼色，你镇定自若、旁若无人地走着。而我骑着单车，犹如一道闪电，从人群中穿过。风放肆地吹扬着我的黑发，我不顾危险，张开双臂，在风中驰聘，不料车一歪，直直向前倾去，电光火石间，车轮轧到了你的脚，我翻身下车，对你连说对不起，你沉默着，似乎车轮并没有轧到你。只有你额头上细密的冷汗才告诉我刚才那一轧有多痛。
带着一点愧疚，我小心翼翼得将你扶回你的家，却惊讶地发现，你竟是我的新邻居，我欣喜若狂，坐在你身边给你讲了好多笑话，你却紧皱眉头，一脸茫然地看着我，我问你怎么了，你不答，只是在纸上写写画画，当我拿起纸的时候，我震惊了，你竟是聋哑人!当我看向你的时候，所有的疑惑都化为了你唇边的一抹淡笑。就算你已经不怕别人异样的目光，我也要让你感觉到你也是一个正常人。我想着，回了你一个笑容。
我是你的朋友，的朋友。虽然我没有问过你，你也没有承认过。但我总感觉我们之间有一种微妙的关系，它宣示着我们已是朋友，亲密无间的朋友。我每天都会去陪你，给你讲一些好玩的事情，你不时会点一下头或是扬起一个微笑。清澈的眸子里是满满的笑意。
其实我已经知道你也许永远不能说话，但我不忍心告诉你。当我每次给你看那些残疾人恢复健康的故事的时候，我清楚看见你那黑色的眸子里闪动着无法言喻的光。我不知道你如果知晓了这事，会怎么样。
然而，终究是包不住火。
那天，我照如往常地去你家，却见你流着泪，双手扯着自己的头发，嘴里发出一些听不懂的声音。我猜想你也许是知道了那事，叹了口气。也不管你是否听得懂。自顾自说开了："你哭什么?!若是为了不能说话而哭，你也太不像我认识的你了!更何况，这事并不是完全不可能弥补的，只要你有信心，也许就能成功呢?你不能放弃希望，放弃希望就是放弃自己。你可以从另一个角度来看这个事，你的画，画的这么好，为什么不学画画呢?!你可以沉浸在自己的世界里，做自己的画，不好吗?”你怔怔地看着我，用力地点一下头，
后来，你拼命地学画画;
后来的后来，你搬去了一个遥远的地方;
再后来，我就再没见过你。
与你相处的几个月就像一场梦，你好像从没在我生命里出现过一样，只有那些我们对话的纸条告诉我：这不是梦!
我走在我们初次相遇的那条路上，回忆着那些点点滴滴：五一节的时候，我的自行车碰到了你，然后我们成为了朋友。寥寥无几的记忆却是我最珍贵的回忆。我闭着双眼，昨天的一幕幕仿佛还在眼前上演。“砰”似乎撞到了人，我睁开眼，却吓了一跳。我竟看到了你!似有许多话要说，可到了喉咙口却怎么也说不出来。所有的思念都化为了一个字：“你......”。你灵动的双眸流光闪烁，细腻的皮肤吹弹可破，蓝色的上衣包裹着你，如雪的短裙衬得你更加光彩照人。一切都变了，却又好像没变。我呆愣地看着你，想从你的脸上找到熟悉的影子。却是徒劳，你虽挂着笑你也可以投稿，却没有盈盈的笑意，只有淡淡的疏离。我很快地反应过来，对你说了声抱歉，你说没关系。我有些惊讶，脸上却没有表露。我故作轻松地说再见，你却拉住我的胳膊，说了七个字。
微风温柔地轻抚着我的脸，少女的笑容映在了我的脑海，七个字像一枚石子，投进了我的心湖，激起了层层的涟漪。
你说:“劳动节快乐，方芳......”
