I went to Tibet in July that year.
There is a person I care about, a quiet woman who likes pleated skirts and the sea. Her name is Wei. She had a sad love story in Jiangnan. In order to forget, she said to me, "I'm going to see the sky in Tibet, the clouds in Tibet and the Gesang flowers in Tibet, and then leave those sad memories there." I said, "Go ahead. When you come back, I hope to see that sweet smiling girl first. "
However, when she came back, she told me, "Xia, I want to stay in Tibet. I should bury those people and things in Jiangnan. " I didn't dissuade her, and I won't dissuade her, because I know that there are some things that others can't help her, so I have to rely on myself. She went to Tibet and never came back. Stay away from pleated skirts and the sea.
We contact occasionally, and she will say, "In summer, Gesang blooms."
I said, "Wei, the lotus is in bloom."
She said, "In summer, the wind is blowing."
I said, "Wei, the plane leaves have fallen."
That day, "she said," the flowers in Ge Sang were in full bloom again. Xia, are you coming? "
I said, "All right, Wei, I'll do it."
The train took me all the way on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, over mountains and mountains. I feel as if I were in a fairy tale, hazy and psychedelic.
When she arrived at the terminal, she was already waiting there with a smile.
At that time, the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on her delicate face, but it could not hide the vicissitudes of her brow. It is difficult to overlap her at this time with her in the past. I tried to find the old memory about her in my mind, but it became more and more blurred. Those impressions are like fog and wind, which are difficult to grasp. Only she wore a light pink pleated skirt, and the image of the man who smiled sweetly at the seaside is still engraved in my memory. Two years later, the dust of this plateau has honed a fair-skinned Jiangnan woman into a rough and reddish plateau person. My heart ached, my nose ached and my eyes began to blur. She gave me a gentle hug and said she smelled gardenia. I smell the sunshine.
The sky in Tibet is so blue that I want to swim in it. Swimming is not flying.
She took me to Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple to watch the devout lamas change their scriptures. I have a slight altitude sickness, headache and vomiting.
She said, "Tibet is not for you in summer."
I asked, "Wei, are you suitable for Tibet?"
She didn't answer me.
I gave Wei the bookmark of leaves that I made by myself in Jiangnan. There are also various plastic-sealed leaves such as ginkgo, red maple and willow leaves. I hope she won't forget Jiangnan, even for her, there are memories she doesn't want to mention. Wei gave me a white hada. White reminds me of snow.
The day before we left, we sat on the grass floor. Looking up at the sky, I was speechless for a long time.
She said, "Xia, I'm not going back to Jiangnan. It's nothing to forget the past, you know. "
I said, "Wei, I understand. It's beautiful here and I'm beginning to like it. "
She said: "In Tibet, if one day I meet a spoony man like Cangyang Jiacuo, I will marry myself. Xia, I'm coming. Come if you miss it. "
I said, "You must meet that person, and I will come back when Gesang blooms in July."
At that time, the sky in Tibet was blue. ...
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I went to Tibet in July that year.
I went to see a Jiangnan woman who likes pleated skirts and the sea, but chose to put her own in Tibet.
There is only one reason why I like taking the train, that is, I can see thousands of scenery by the window and be left behind. It's an illusion that I travel around the world like I did in my previous life. Occasionally, when two trains whistle, it is also an absolute beauty to look at strangers and never see them again.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, I have been thinking about Wei and Wei's past. A guilty love, two years have passed, I wonder if she has put it down.
At the moment I glanced at him, I met a look. The man smiled faintly, smiling cleanly, like white clouds or sunshine.
"I have never seen a person so absent-minded." He said, but still smiling.
"I just carved the scenery along the way with my eyes, that's all." I replied, still staring out the window.
"However, these landscapes are overwhelmed by the sadness in your eyes," he said simply.
I turned and looked up at him, speechless.
I don't know if there is really sadness in my eyes. If so, is it mine or Wei's? I don't know.
Later, he also stared out of the window. I said to myself for a long time: "fortunately, my eyes can erase these sorrows."
I understood what he meant and smiled back. Because we sit face to face, I face forward and he faces back. The scenery outside the window is advanced in my eyes, and then in his eyes.
I began to turn over a book with many bookmarks. They are all my self-made leaf bookmarks, including ginkgo, red maple, willow and various unknown plastic-sealed leaves. I took them to Wei and Jiangnan.
I saw page 14, and he asked, "Are you going to Lhasa?"
I replied, "Yes."
"Go to play alone?"
"Go to see a friend, and then see Gesanghua."
"Oh. I also went to Lhasa, a photographer, and went to the Potala Palace to collect the wind. "
"Oh."
I don't like talking to strangers at will. The journey is lonely, although lonely, but it doesn't matter. Let me watch the scenery alone and be silent. He may realize that I don't like talking to strangers, and then he said nothing, fiddled with his own photographic equipment, occasionally looked at the scenery outside the window or took a nap. Always look at the scenery outside the window, occasionally read a book or take a nap, and so on until the end.
Get off. I'm a little in a trance because of the bumpy journey. He said, "Goodbye." I just smiled, I think, after all, we are passers-by, there is no possibility of seeing each other again, right?
Wei lived a quiet life in Lhasa, but she changed a lot. No longer the girl who smiles sweetly and loves to nag. She became silent. She loves silence more than I do.
She took a few days off and took me to the Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple. We stood still and watched the devout Lama turn over the scriptures. I didn't ask her to see me off when homecoming came. Yes, I'm afraid of the sad scene of parting. I promised her that I would come again when Gesang bloomed in July.
The rest of the time, I walked alone in the park behind Potala Palace. There is a half-open flower, and I am listening to the sound of flowers.
"Oh, so you are here, too." Someone sighed.
That voice, there is a trace of familiarity. Looking up at the sound, the man stood not far away with photographic equipment, smiling. Smile is still clean and shallow. Like a cloud in Tibet, it is as low as dust, but it is still not contaminated with dust.
At that time, the sky in Tibet was blue. ...