Laugh
The sound of rain gradually stopped, and clear light came faintly from behind the curtains. Open the window
Look, ah! The cool clouds have dispersed, and the remaining drops on the leaves, reflecting the moon, are like thousands of fluorescent lights, flickering and moving. ——I really didn’t expect that after Bitter Rain and Lonely Deng, there would be such a beautiful picture
!
Standing by the window for a while, I felt slightly chilly. Turning around, I was suddenly
dazzled. Everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; only
Angel in the painting on the wall was immersed in the dim light. ——This angel in white is holding flowers, spreading her wings, and smiling slightly at me.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere before. When did I..."
I unknowingly sat under the window and thought, - thinking silently. .
The tightly closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago emerged.
——A very long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet was slippery. The water in the ditch is gurgling. The green trees in the nearby village were all enveloped in wet smoke. The bow-like crescent moon hangs on the treetops. While walking, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of bright white things. The donkey passed by and accidentally looked back. ——He was holding flowers, barefoot, and smiled slightly at me.
"It's like I've seen this smile before somewhere!" I still thought - silently
I thought.
Another inner curtain emerged, slowly opening up, and an impression from ten years ago emerged.
——The rainwater under the eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop.
The water bubbles beside the earthen steps were swirling around. The wheat rows and grape trellises in front of the door are all wetted with fresh colors, and are very bright yellow and green. ——
The rain finally cleared up, so I hurriedly walked downhill
. When I saw the moon rising from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something.
I stopped and turned around. The old woman in this hut - she was leaning against the door, holding flowers, and smiling slightly at me.
The same subtle expressions are like gossamers, fluttering together,
tangled together.
At this time, my heart was bright and clear, as if I had ascended to a fairyland, or returned to my hometown. The three smiles
that appeared in front of my eyes were temporarily melted into the harmony of love and became indistinct.