She gently raised her hand and waved it as a final farewell. My favorite music comes from my mind. That's Anita Mui's masterpiece "Woman Flower". The gentle melody, as always, made her unable to help herself, and even touched her heart more than usual.
Daughter holding her, motionless, eyes looking at the place, seems to be reluctant to go. She asked her mother in a childish voice, "We will come back again, won't we?" Ruhua replied, yes. The daughter smiled and turned to the roadside to pick wild flowers.
The flowers looked up at the sky. At this time, white clouds are blossoming. She thought of many lost things in her past life journey-lost, dead or left people, love that can't be returned.
This is the place where she lived for more than 30 years, a tiny place that she once hated and loved. She clearly remembers that when she was unhappy as a child, she liked to climb the hill behind the village and overlook the earth. Then I was in the middle of a piece of green grass, feeling the breeze and listening to the birds singing: it was the spring of 1995, and that flower was almost twelve years old.
My daughter came over with a handful of wild flowers and handed it to Ruhua. Her bright eyes were full of joy, and she asked her mother if she liked them.
"Thank you for the flowers. Mom loves you! " Ruhua squatted down, touched her daughter's face, leaned down and kissed her gently with tears in her eyes.
"Mom, I will protect you later! No one dares to bully you again. " Say that finish, the daughter kissed her mother's forehead.
Even today, many years later, Ruhua still remembers the scene of the grassland in the forest. The warm sunshine in spring drives away the cold winter. In the distance, the mountains are stacked, and the golden rape blossoms are dazzling. The hillside is lush, and the pine and cypress maple leaves make a slight sound in the breeze; Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom, pink, white and yellow, butterflies are flying, swallows are dancing and birds are singing. Dogs bark from far to near, if there is, if not. Other than that, the mountains were silent. As Xiangzi walked, he told Ruhua a distant story she knew.
At that time, the sky was always blue, as intoxicating and dreamy as a glass of wine. The scenery is deeply engraved in my mind, so that it is still vivid after n years. Ruhua appreciates Lin Xiang's company. That sweetness once brought her to a very delicate situation and made her so intoxicated. Even if life is so bleak, she can ignite hope and move forward with a force.
Ruhua remembers his face. That handsome face, that tall and burly figure, that powerful hand, that always domineering and warm eyes, that rough and magnetic voice from time to time-he emerged in front of his eyes. When I think of Lin Xiang, Ruhua always feels energetic and secure. Like a ship sailing in the vast sea, she found a shore to berth. Suddenly, all her worries and fatigue suddenly disappeared.
She likes to see his face. It's sunny and pleasant. Shuai Shuai smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he looked into her eyes, as if looking for a ray of sunshine in a clear spring.
Lin Xiang always tells Ruhua his dream-it is his ideal to help Ruhua realize his dream. When Lin Xiang said this, they were lying on the grass, and the midday sun shone on their young faces.
Lin Xiang raised his hand to his head, his palm spread out, the light passed through his fingers, and his eyes were slightly closed. Touch the flower-like braided hair beside his ear, grab the wild flowers around him, take them to his nose and smell them, then give them to Xiangzi next to him with a crooked face. "Here you are! Thank you for what you just said. "
With that, Ruhua stood up, brushed the grass off her body, and looked at the distance, feeling dejected. She hasn't thought about it for a long time.
What is the ideal of a flower? I was not hungry at first, and gradually made a lot of money, and then promoted good and punished evil. As time goes by, these ideals are ignored, and they are all like the shadow of the sunset disappearing rapidly in the twilight.
Life has left too many marks on her, like thorns beating her heart countless times, as if to say: Come on, resist! Think about the experience of these years, why? Why it exists here. There is a voice in her mind that rings over and over again. You belong here. You belong here. The sound hit her on the head like a bolt of lightning in the sky. She decided to unlock the dream buried in her heart and really live for herself.
However, in this life, she owes him after all. For so many years, Lin Xiang has been silently standing by his side, helping and supporting himself, and has experienced many ups and downs. He is not a relative, but he is better than a relative. If there were no Lin Xiang, I wouldn't be myself now, and I might not be in this world long ago.
At this moment, she had mixed feelings. Ruhua took a deep breath, as if the haze accumulated in her heart for many years had vanished with this breath. When she left, Ruhua didn't tell anyone, including Lin Xiang, but left him a letter and put it on his desk.
Brother Xiangzi,
Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Meeting you in this life is my greatest happiness. Thank you for your protection and company for so many years. If I didn't have you in the first half of my life, there would be no me now. When I was a child, you gave me strength and let me find the light in the boundless darkness. Many times, you helped me wipe the tears from my face.
Time has never spared anyone, and I am no longer the old me. We can't go back to the past, just like the wheel of time, we can't turn it back. Then I'm relieved, and you don't have to blame yourself too much.
I'm leaving. Don't look for me. I enclose a poem written by myself for you. I wish you the best of health!
sail
navigate by water/air
Sail on the blue sea
Through the layers of twilight
Bathed in the golden sunshine
The breeze wrinkled the sea.
Silver ripples kissed the sails.
The soaring seagulls sang hymns.
But sailing
What did you miss?
I'm thinking about people in a foreign land.
Or do you miss the past?
Undercurrent surging under your feet
There is a storm ahead.
The ups and downs of life
Isn't this a beautiful scenery, too
Your forever sister, like a flower.
Wuji 90-day training camp phase 2
I am Ran Yan, galloping in the world of mortals, looking for an ancient road outside the world.