When the geese return to the south, everything recovers. Surrounded by new green leaves, like handfuls of small umbrellas to be opened, they are brightly colored but support each other. The sun shines on the broad lawn with leaves of trees, and the warm color is invisible. Pieces of green grass depend on each other, standing upright or leaning to the left, and the sun shines brightly on them, which seems soft and tough.
I see you, in such a vast ocean, you look so small that you can't see clearly, leaving only silvery white hair, like flowers floating in the ocean.
You are lying in this new green, and behind you is a mirror-clear sea. Green grass is its spray, it has no edge and no beach. For a long time, the sunshine was as strong as summer and shone on me like a furry little animal. The mottled shadows of trees pass over your eyes. Suddenly tired, I covered my face with a book and went to sleep quietly.
It is spring again. Kakashi
The sun gradually moves to the sky, and the breeze sometimes dances and sometimes stops. You lie quietly on the lawn, blocking all the colors with books, but you feel the whole dizzy beauty. Have you found that everything is gradually calming down in this moment of spring? In this increasingly noisy village, children have lost their old laughter, and ninjas are fighting with all kinds of dangerous endurance skills. You will find that one day, the troubles in your heart are as slow as clouds. So I gradually began to miss those high hillsides, green lawns and all the festivals that spring should have, all of which disappeared in an instant. People may run away or fight. The space of konoha is full of this bloody smell. But I think of you, will you stand in front of the earthen monument, still smile, draw his name with your hand, or speak softly?
I came to see you, didn't I? You said that.
Look at you like I do, Kakashi.
But I was wrong. I remember your strength. You clearly know that this is not the time for mourning, and you will stand up without hesitation. Your face is as firm as the eternal ice of Snow Country.
Ninjutsu can only bring negative effects, as you once said. Smart you must have seen through it. For the sake of Konoha, for forbearance, and for the protection of all your partners, you will definitely stand up when you are in danger, and you will definitely pull up your forehead; You think with a bright red perspective, you can ignore all the blood. You want to hide your sadness, but you don't know. At that moment, neither you nor our world will have spring.
But it is spring again. Kakashi
Golden sunshine, green lawn, everything is as perfect as illusion. You turn over a book in a daze, or cover your face with a book and enter another world like no one's watching. You are as quiet as a child at this time. You must be tired, so even if you fall asleep, you still have no expression. At this time, you are not a responsible ninja, you don't have to bear the pressure of their genius, and you are not the first technician of Konoha. You are you.
Once upon a time, I longed to call your name. Because I stand in such a clear angle and watch the changes of Konoha day and night. How long ago did you lead these three heartless people to take pictures of that permanent memory in the bright sunshine of spring? This is probably just a witness between teachers and students, but we can see and feel your change. From the initial evaluation of their "dislike" to "my most precious partner", what changes have they experienced? We can see Naruto's past, watch them come with you and watch them grow up. But you always cover your face with a mask, never hide your white and wanton hair, and even look at a book with an orange cover like no one's watching. I look at you clearly. X years, X months, X days, your smile has added a few warmth. How many warm memories have been added.
Every time I go here, Kakashi can't let go of her original fear of the so-called ending. But you don't know that every time a beautiful wrinkle is pulled up at the corner of your mouth, it is great happiness for us.
Even if you never know, it doesn't matter
Kakashi, I think your world is so transparent and clearly reflected in our pupils. But I was wrong, totally wrong. It is because I stand in such a sober angle that my worries and fears are clearly reflected. Just like fighting with ferrets, it easily spread to my nerves, and fear multiplied like wet larvae.
Therefore, I often want to shout at you and stop you. Calling your name, Qi Mu? Kakashi
But in this spring, everything is different.
Just like at noon, the leaves are full of vitality. The spring breeze magnifies the dance steps and makes the beautiful skirt dance freely; The chicks ushered in a different kind of warm spring and issued a gentle whisper; The grass stretched its head, waiting for the gift from heaven. The rugged hillside is full of children's frolicking. You heard teacher Iruka's loud whistle, as if you saw the children running fast. But you didn't wake up, as if you just turned over and slept quietly. The book fell on the grass, but you still have no expression.
The world began to get long and time almost stopped. In such a private dream, I clearly saw your face and your childlike temperament. Suddenly, I found that you are just stubborn and never show your true colors. You just stubbornly like to cover your bright red eyes with a protective forehead. You are even stubborn and used to taking all the dangers and injuries, and then stubbornly bear it alone.
As a result, all the problems suddenly have a reasonable explanation. I looked at your face and saw those mottled shadows all over your body. That is no longer the face of youth, but the image of a peaceful and often bad teacher slowly blends together. I thought you were still unruly, but I don't know how many years have passed, and you have gradually grown into such a mature and upward man.
You are still asleep on such a warm spring day, and all the noise around you seems to have nothing to do with you. All this is like a long dream, surrounded by beautiful pigments. At this time, you can finally be undisturbed and finally have a good rest. Even if we know, even if Naruto and others are still waiting for you to lead the team, you still have to defend Konoha. But at this brief moment, I watched you close your eyes, and your even breathing was like a calm water ripple, fluctuating without a ripple. At this time, when I first saw you like this, I was so quiet and unprepared. Will you dream of the lost land I want to give you? It can't be a Wang Yang sea, nor a quiet pebble field, but a wheat-colored field, where there are no four distinct seasons like leaves. Smart you must have known for a long time that this is a hopeless place, without people's dirty demands and the noise and disturbance of the world. This is a place where people live in seclusion. Looking from a distance, you will see a scarecrow with his back to you. His silvery white hair is reflected by the sunset into golden yellow, which looks bright and forbearing. Your eyes are wide open, the child's surprise is on your face, but you can't get close.
Kakashi, do you hear my voice? In such a short time, I let you see your guardian, just like you in the future, carefree, smart and bright, or self-aware. You will never be alone. Mai Miao is your partner. In front of the apes, there are countless scarecrows, who are as cold or hot as you, waiting in line with each other.
Kakashi, this is the only dream I can give you. Although you can't move forward at this time, you will always be a ninja, always shouldering the task of protecting konoha or leading people to be patient. This will be your indomitable way and will never change, but please listen carefully. In this last time, you lie down slowly in some extremely relaxed posture, just like now. Kakashi, please listen, the wind is whistling in your ear, the wheat seedlings are pushing each other and performing this dance to the left or right. There are no more birds in the sky, but people smoke in the distance. You lie down quietly and listen to the sound of years rolling backwards with the wheat waves.
Not now, Kakashi.
Spring afternoon is a different kind of quiet, like a demure woman, looking at this warm and careful embroidery all day. The hillside in the morning is empty again, and sometimes the spring breeze blows, but it is also so gentle and beautiful. At this time, Konoha Village seems to have slightly faded the color of spring. The originally dark green mountains gradually began to return to the light nature. All the steps in the world have become light. Kakashi, the earth at this moment, breathes evenly with you.
If you open your eyes, you can see clearly. The tide stopped flowing. Flowers and plants have finished dancing, and even the color of trunk city is slowly changing. If you open your eyes and stand on a hillside with high leaves, you can see low houses in the distance. All creatures are sleepy, only hardworking women, stroking their children and muttering to themselves.
Look, what a beautiful spring it is.
This is not out of place. Kakashi
You're still awake. I also whispered like no one was watching.
Forgive me for being naive. Kakashi, whom I originally recognized, is full of strong men who can face sadness with a smile and dare to recall the past. Or just the humorous teacher who likes to play around with an indecent book.
I used to think that Kakashi is the kind of person who can stand alone in any situation and will not be too worried or cared about by others.
This idea has been with me for some time. Therefore, when I think I can see through Huo Ying, I am willing to read the original memories of four people in Class 7. At that time, I was so disdainful that I ordered the words to be typed. At that time, you suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
It seems that today is a season, and you take the bell as a clue to take the exam. When Naruto and others only care about themselves and forget all their partners. I see disappointment and anger in your eyes. You stood in front of that monument with your hands in your pockets and never looked back. Lonely, your figure is drawn as a long dotted line. Then, you speak, and that deep figure stung the heartless world.
You said there was no one in the world that I cherished.
So the camera moved slowly, and I gradually saw your expression. This is a smile. Yes, you're smiling. But it's not as warm as we usually are now. The sadness that you want to hide is gradually clear, and it is only a moment, and you put on all the strong camouflage. I quietly looked at your side face, tears welled up and blurred your thin cheekbones.
Kakashi, I tried to call you, but I lost my voice. Later, when I saw you standing alone in front of the earthen monument, silent, I suddenly remembered the man who told his dead friend that he had three children who didn't know how to unite, and skillfully used a smile to prevaricate his deep sadness. Kakashi, I can gradually feel the sadness behind the so-called smile. Since then, I often fantasize about giving you a holiday to let you unload those heavy past. Maybe that shouldn't be forgotten, maybe that's the way everyone grows up. Those past events are the traces left by us day after day and year after year.
Kakashi, on such a beautiful spring day, please forgive me for mentioning those feelings that have already been buried. I'm still watching you. The afternoon of konoha became cool, dew moved on various plants, and the grass was blessed for a long time. His mother jumped on your face naughtily, but didn't notice it for you. At this time, you are no longer the reckless teenager; Maybe a long time ago, you rejected this cold liquid like tears.
So, Kakashi, forgive my ignorant fantasy and forgive us for not allowing you to be alone anymore. Recently, I hope I have a woman who can accompany you firmly and permanently. You don't have to be alone in front of her. Maybe you can take off your mask. Transparent to each other, no more secrets. She is not beautiful, so she may not be a ninja. She may be embarrassed or reckless, but she is cute enough for you to like and pity.
Kakashi, I don't know if you have had similar feelings. I once imagined your smile at that time, not in front of Naruto and them, nor in front of teacher Akai. But unique, warm as a colorful cloud in spring.
It's spring again, Kakashi. But please forgive my unreasonable imagination. It was only because I was too worried that I saw you entrusted. That's all.
It is spring again. At this time, you should have a brand-new four seasons. But I, I don't have much time.
Kakashi
At this point, it is already an application.
The sun is gradually moving to the west, and the young bird's dream has no spring breeze to lead this flower to dance another round. The drinking water suddenly turned high, and the waves kissed the rocks on the shore, rippling like digital rings. The leaves faded to the simplest green. The spring breeze seems to rise, and sometimes the beautiful skirt is lifted and passed through people's hair smartly. At this time, the application of konoha was timely. In the fields a few kilometers away, the wheat seedlings woke up from their deep sleep and enjoyed the last spring today. Smoke billowed from the crowd in the distance, covering the eyes of the sunset.
I have watched you for a long time. You seem to wake up, get up and sit up, and the green carpet behind you is still rolling backwards like running water. You seem to be shocked by what you see, and your eyes are full of intoxicated affection. At this time, you are never alone. Sunlight shines on Naruto's blond hair, reflecting colorful light. You think they are a little dazzling, but you don't cover them with your hand. They are still immersed in a beautiful dream: Naruto is still wearing a bright yellow coat, his limbs are stretched loosely, and sometimes he licks his mouth and mumbles unclear words; Sasuke, as always, is cold sideways, and the dark blue round neck and short sleeves cover the collarbone of the young Yingting. Woody cherry still keeps the lady's sleeping position, her face is full of girlish sweetness, her forehead is tied into a beautiful butterfly knot at her ears, and her pink hair appears on the green lawn, which looks like cherry blossoms in spring.
You look sweet, your eyebrows are slightly raised, and you smile like a gentle and perfect arc. You stood up intellectual man fit, slightly adjusted the clothes that had some wrinkles. The afterglow in the distance is like a tidal wave, with a golden red color, which is dazzling. The setting sun cut off the spire of the distant mountain peak, and all the lines seemed so soft. You gradually walk to the hillside with the highest leaves, and you can't hide your joy under your eyes.
You know very well that the clock is about to ring and everything will return to the peace of the night. This grand carnival, which began in spring, will also melt at the last moment of spring.
And such a short feast is like talking about my length. In your world, it's just a moment.
Is this spring? Great ... Kakashi. )