Stupidity, nostalgia, those romantic years ...
In the wind-a beautiful encounter.
I was familiar with the story of Zhang Haidi when I was very young. However, I always feel that her story is far away, as if it were an ancient legend.
I learned to complain at an early age, complaining about why I was not a natural child prodigy. Or the daughter of a billionaire? In this way, I have been complaining about God's injustice.
One year, it was late autumn. The sky is as empty as ever. Under the autumn wind, the lonely leaves hanging on the branches lingered for a long time, and finally, they fell quietly. Fallen leaves are destined to return to their roots.
Strolling to a small river, the river is flowing carefully. By the river, it is a girl. The thin body leans on the wheelchair, and the long hair flutters gently, which is infinitely quiet.
Such a background, such a picture, evoked the sympathy and pity of filar silk.
She seemed to notice something and suddenly turned around. What I didn't expect was a flowery smile on her face, as bright as sunshine. In my memory, people's faces always have a touch of sadness, especially autumn, a sentimental season. At this time, her smile is so innocent and defenseless, which is undoubtedly a beautiful landscape in this sad autumn.
Gradually, I asked her about her past. She hesitated, but she spoke slowly.
The world became very quiet, and it seemed to hear the sound of water molecules rubbing against each other in silence. Her words were gentle and magnetic, and for a long time, I was completely immersed in the story and deeply intoxicated.
The autumn wind is still floating gently.
Flower fragrance-hazy feeling.
Speaking of the past, her eyes always reveal the loneliness that can't be concealed, and her brown and black pupils are like nightmares. Such memories are really heartbreaking. I began to regret asking this question, because her appearance was very distressing. I raised my hand and tried to touch the faint sadness on my forehead with my fingers.
She promised to go with me. So, I pushed the wheelchair and walked silently through the path. Whether the shoulders will be rubbed by UFOs adds a bit of poetry to this quiet painting.
Suddenly, on the roadside, we saw a purple flower in full bloom. In such a cold season, these flowers look lonely and thin, but they still tirelessly send flowers to people. Just like her.
Looking up at her face again, there is no lonely look at all. Or sunshine smile, give a person send warm. But keep the pain in your heart. There should be such persistent people in the world. She is like an angel.
Sweet and dreamy taste. The tenacious vitality will always make people feel that even in the coldest and darkest moments, there will always be a warm and bright dawn.
Edelweiss-My heart is flying.
The sun sets, and the last sunset is taken away by meanness.
We stopped for a long time and didn't want to leave. To tell the truth, I have fallen in love with the feeling of being alone with her, that special charm.
I don't know where it came from or where it came from. We vaguely heard the melody of edelweiss. Euphemism is long, with a hint of poetry and painting, floating into my heart at once. Music is hazy, true and false, but it does exist. This is an incomparable wonderful feeling.
Close your eyes and indulge in it. I seem to see a large area of edelweiss flying. Among the flowers, it is her flowery face ... a dreamy paradise.
Moonlight-silent parting.
Late at night, I have said goodbye to her and returned home.
After today, I suddenly realized that God is always fair. In every period of life, it will have its unique color. Whether it is bitter or sweet, God must have his plan. You're never the worst. And the only thing we can do is to smile at everything. Because no matter who he is, he is always happy.
Return to absolute being, watching the moonlight pour down, scattered on the ground, faint.
In the moonlight, I was surprised to see the thin back of the cold wind. It's her. She rocked her wheelchair, looked straight ahead and drove slowly. There are two stripes on the ground.
I watched her go away until her figure melted into the boundless darkness. She walked forward, but I didn't know there were a pair of eyes behind her, and tears had already quietly fallen.
I think I am more grateful to her. I thank her for her strength, which is why I really understand the true meaning of life.