that person and that scene were given to me by my grandparents, my parents, the sublimation of my own accomplishment and created in my heart.
that man, that scene, you have it, I have it, he has it ... everyone will have it.
I remember when I was young, I had such a dream: in the morning light, a girl wore a plain white dress, carried a fine flowered parasol, and sang soft songs ...
That girl, although I didn't see your face, I can still make a general description: you have long black hair, fair skin, bright eyebrows and gentle eyes. Sweet, like a mountain stream after enjoying the beauty; Melodious, like the lark singing in the blooming flowers in spring ...
Of course, for me, the clearest thing is the charm of your slow departure: your long hair floats slightly in the morning breeze; Black silk ribbon, tied around the waist, swayed from side to side on the plain white dress; You are stepping on seven-color chardonnay, taking melodious steps, swaying parasols, singing softly, and slowly leaving towards the side of the water, as if it were a melodious and graceful poem ...
I have read this poem in The Book of Songs; I have read this poem in Li Sao. I have read this poem in Yuefu. I have read this poem in Tang poetry; I have read this poem in Song Ci. I have read this poem in Yuanqu; I have read this poem in Rain Lane. This poem is remembered in my poems and in my heart ... < P > Later, this image of you has always been with me, no matter day or night; Whether at home or abroad; But I never seem to reach you, never see your face clearly, never hear your voice, never touch your temperature ... but you really seem to be in front of my eyes again: I have seen your face in Jiangnan, I have heard your voice in the mountains, I have caught your figure by the lake, I have smelled your fragrance in the park ...
I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just for you. After swimming for four seasons, the lotus is still fragrant; Swim past youth and prime of life ... I am waiting for you, still waiting for you, still waiting for you in the middle of the water ... still waiting for you, still waiting for you in the middle of the water ...
Singing such songs, writing such words, with such feelings ... I am waiting for you, still waiting for you, still waiting for you in the middle of the water ...
Water.
maybe it's on the other side? Maybe it's in the seven-color glow? Perhaps it can only emerge in the realm of literature forever ... That person, the prose of that scene 2
Each of us has a different fate, and we keep going in such a lonely and heavy posture to find a place to park. We will all come and go in a hurry, always leaving the scene with only dialogue, like the film of a movie that will not be returned again, just moving forward and never wanting to remember the past again.
It turns out that when you say goodbye, when you turn around, someone forgets you completely. So that when we meet again one day, we just pass by. What can we do? Because we all know that if we don't leave, growth will cease to exist, so we always wave goodbye in order to forget. But no one can say goodbye freely, at least I dare not, fearing that it will never be seen again. Why does life change so much? Why do some people always leave and disappear? Then, there will always be some new people to take the place left behind, and when this new person appears, you forget your promise, forget the treasure of your friends, and only remember that we were very good. Later, you learned that those people who were once good are just a fragment in your memory, and that's all.
It turns out that we all live in mottled memories, with the reflection of who and who, and finally. No one will stay and remember for whom. We all have our own lives and our own paths. We will always leave and then appear in other people's lives, and some people will leave our days. Whether it's relatives or friends, when they really leave one day, all that's left is disappointment and a string of tears.
I thought I would really miss you every day, and every time I was happy, you brought me. Standing in the corner beside me, I found that I had been separated from you for a long time, so long that I forgot the number of days we were apart and whether I had a bag when you left.
Look, after you left, my world became smaller, but I gradually learned to let go, understand the helplessness of others, and learn to let go. I also understand that there is always a little distance between us, and I know that some people have slowly left behind in the dust of the years. I have quarreled, cried, laughed, and no matter how reluctant I am, it is only once.
We are like the road we have walked, the bridge we have missed, and the flowers on the other side are out of place from generation to generation.
How many memories and feelings I have had are deeply hidden in my heart. To re-examine them requires another angle.
yes, we are no longer naive. When we learn to look at the world with suspicion and exploration, we are constantly maturing ourselves, experiencing the ups and downs of the struggle against setbacks in a little wind and rain, and making ourselves stronger!
Tomorrow we will no longer be young, but the stars are still shining, and time still needs to be carved. Don't always look back on the past. After all, the things that have passed away will never return. Happiness or sadness are like streams flowing through, and they will never turn back.
success will be overshadowed by time. Failure will fade away in the years. Even if you look back, you will taste happiness, but it is also a flash in the pan, full of melancholy sadness.
The irresistible flow of time has taught me to be strong. Similarly, I learned to live quietly, after the storm, live quietly; After crying and laughing, live quietly; After falling leaves, live quietly; After fireworks, live quietly; After happiness, live quietly.
because tomorrow, we will not be young!
that year, that person, that scenery, has only become a beautiful memory! That person, the prose of that scene 3
was born at an untimely time, and the blue sky has gone away from all kinds of people struggling in the world. Under the smoggy sky in Harbin, there are all kinds of people who are alive with smiling masks. You say that you are sad and sigh the sufferings of the world. You can't tell the world, and you can't tell the faces hidden behind this smiling mask. There are many people who live in order to live. Over time, we get lost in the years, and gradually die after being ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of the years. Without the blessing of the gods, we have no time to sing praises for our life. Life is short and the road is long. In the wilderness with endless time, we have eaten up our feelings and suffered too many separations. If this life is pieced together by countless individuals, then maybe we are all qualified.
That year, that day, I met you. We went from strangeness to familiarity, from habit to estrangement, from estrangement to strangeness. Everything gradually revealed itself with the passage of time. I tried my best to wander at the end, but I never had the courage to continue. It seems that we will say goodbye one day. You don't have to be sorry for this kind of thing, and I don't regret it. After all, separation is the normal state of life. In the future, I hope you will be happy and happy in gooday. I am not as persistent and stubborn as I used to be. In the face of any unfair ending to me, I feel it is providence, but occasionally I will always think of you in the middle of the night. Even if there are too many debts between us, I can still think of your original appearance. Many people and many things are just a transitional stage that must be experienced. There are no regrets and we don't talk about debts.
Maybe there have been too many frustrations in the past 2 years, which made me question my life. I tried to escape with alcohol, but after all, recreation and ease are just moments of joy. Mr. Shen Congwen wrote in the border town that in the past 2 years, the living have become dust, and the dead are as light as smoke in the memory of the living. I understand a lot of reasons and I will not persist in fighting against those unhappy emotions, because life is not as long as I thought, I can. Also choose to forget you. That man, the prose of that scene 4
unconsciously, has entered the university for three months, running between the campus and Taoliyuan every day, or by bus, or by bike, or on foot. Because of the work of the student union, I sometimes go back very late. In this way, I often lean against the window of the bus alone and watch the neon lights in the outside world. A person is struggling to step on a bicycle, immersed in the weakness of riding; A person is listening to old songs and stepping on his own shadow ...
I don't know why I think of that small town. I can't forget that the place called home, no matter how unbearable and shabby it is, is so warm and memorable, because there are beautiful scenery, old friends and unforgettable friendship, instead of the tiredness of life now.
That scene
I still remember the small ditch I passed when I was a child, Yuan Fu, who was located in a bustling old street but closed the gate, and the legendary ghost town ..... The small ditch was gone, and now it has become the Fumagou Ecological Park; Yuan Fu later learned that it was the palace of Yuan Shikai, the president of the Republic of China. Ghost repair city, built during Liu Xiu's period, remains prosperous and never lacks pilgrims. I like the Fumagou at night, where lights and water, trees and shadows perfectly reflect the movement of dreams. At midsummer night, I often sit in a chair by the water, let the dew wet my skirts and watch the stars light up the night sky, which is so comfortable. The star on the eastern Henan plain.
that person
still remembers the little friends who played together since childhood, one by one, innocent. From the early spring of ignorance to the rainy season of seventeen, from "bad boy" to good girl, kindergarten, primary school, junior high school and senior high school, we are all together. We have never forgotten to remember the contact promise. I remember that in the third year of high school, we were all more or less distant from our dreams, but we didn't give up, just because we kept encouraging each other and trusting each other. Up to now, a group of people have scattered to the southeast and northwest of the motherland in all directions, from Qiqihar in the north to Kunming in Yunnan in the south, Hangzhou in Tianjin in the east and Shihezi in Xinjiang in the west. Fortunately, everyone has never lived up to their dreams. There is our story there. Those people fighting in the courtyard downstairs.
That feeling
When I think back to the small town where I have lived for seventeen years, I will always tilt my mouth, feel the love line rooted in my heart, stir it, and I will still feel uncomfortable and happy for it, just as lin xi said, "I dare to face my loneliness in your arms, listen to your heart and talk to myself." For example, Rene Liu said, "If there is no home as the base, travel is just endless drifting.". I love her, how warm and brave she is. My home, MY LOVER!
it's the stop. get off, rest early and continue on your way tomorrow. Go on with my life.