I can't tell whether I prefer words or songs. Every time I hear this song, my heart is always so relaxed and full of yearning.
I like and even worship Sanmao. When I was in high school, I saved money to buy "How many flowers fall in my dream, the story of Sahara". Because I live in a remote mountainous area, my holidays are basically isolated from the outside world. Only Sanmao's books can accompany us through those days.
I like Sanmao's lifestyle, but I lack Sanmao's personality. There has always been an expectation in my heart that I can be as free as Sanmao.
Her writing always makes people feel at home;
If there is an afterlife, be a tree and stand forever. There is no gesture of sadness and joy, half in the dust and half flying in the wind; Half in the shade and half in the sun. Very silent and proud. Never rely on, never look for.
I once believed her words: reading too many books naturally changed my face. I have received my baby in recent years, and the rainy season will never come again.
Because I like it, I love it. Some worthless old things are regarded as treasures by her, and sometimes I will buy them at a high price because she cherishes every baby's encounter with her. When I see every treasure that has been collected, I can remember those unforgettable stories when I first saw them. Every baby has its charm, and she also regards them as treasures.
A person has at least one strong reason. If the heart has no place to live, it wanders everywhere. When she was young, several emotional setbacks didn't crush her. Time is the best medicine, and she can face it calmly after a period of treatment.
Now that people are in middle age, they have a deeper understanding of her famous saying: I have no time to be seriously young. When I understand it, I can only choose to be seriously old. I use this sentence to motivate myself to be positive and walk on the road of serious aging.
Finally, Sanmao chose to leave this world. She was full of hope for life, but her love died. After hearing the news that Jose was drowning, she never wanted to stay in this world again.
Sanmao's life is like a trip.
I just want to say to her: May you travel all over the mountains and rivers and feel that this world is worth it.
If there is an afterlife, be a bird,
Through eternity, there is no trouble of getting lost.
There is fiery hope in the east and warm nest beds in the south.
Drive the sunset back to the west and awaken the fragrance to the north.
If there is an afterlife,
I hope that every time we meet,
Can become eternal.