The unfinished love remains in heaven and earth and is difficult to dissipate. The love that has not faded, the attachment to the mortal world is difficult to turn yellow. That affectionate smile and the chirping of birds rippling in the breeze. The wind is suddenly near and far away, why is the shuddering void sobbing alone? The sky is flickering bright and dark, and the gray clouds are sighing. Photos that are thin and thick at times are still locked in the dusty years in the corner of the table!
——Inscription
There is a small river, lying on both sides of the countryside, whispering ancient songs. Sometimes it is accompanied by birds singing, sometimes there are small insects snuggling up, and sometimes white clouds are in its eyes. I was combing my hair, and sometimes the raindrops were crying in the arms of the river. No matter how many years pass, it is still a beautiful river. Its name is very simple, so simple that it is called Quxi, and everyone here calls it that. It probably means bending water. What an ordinary name? The river is not uncomfortable. It is so gentle that it breathes in the green of spring, thinks about the gold of summer, touches the brown of autumn, and protects the white of winter.
Quxi cannot forget the passage of time, and the years have made it fall in love with it all the year round; people sometimes forget it, and it cannot forget the rushing crowds. At which time did someone lead a cow and passed by here, and at which time there were people passing by. A girl was kissed by a boy...
Quxi, my love affair is deeply hidden. It has been more than ten years, and it is still tight-lipped! What a wonderful Quxi. Today, I stood quietly by the meandering stream, the gentle waves caressing my heart, and the ripples of light brought back memories of the past. The words of the past make me linger in them and find it difficult to extricate myself. What a delicate love, like a dewdrop on the tip of the moon, hanging but never falling. Looking up at the sky, the moon is also there now, the shadow of dewdrops is gone, and love is like a yellowed photo that is dusty at the bottom of the box.
There is a small boat in the winding stream, which is the boat of transition, the selfless river, and the silent boat. Sitting alone in the boat, tapping the skin of the boat, asking it, are you willing to leave? Take me to the other side to smell the flowers, the golden color of the chrysanthemums, the purple robes of the daffodils, and the unknown stars and flowers whose curves ripple in my eyes. What an evocative place. Without these beautiful flowers, even the fragrance of green grass would be better than nothing. Boat, let's go! My heart screams in the wind of longing. The boat squirmed, and the oars couldn't stir up even a splash of water. The boat can't lift its spirits, why? I held the wooden handle in my hand, which suddenly became heavy and finally moved.
"Don't leave! The other side is your sad place, why should you go?" The boat seemed to be talking.
I was speechless, turned into a puppet, and stood still with my soul removed. The boat also stood idle. The shadow of the boat is like a sculpted Chinese painting. The wind moved and the water moved, but the ship still couldn't muster the courage to move forward. The heart is timid, the scenery is blurred, the love is lingering, and you can't go back to the past, why bother to explore the love in the past? Come back! Tears first appeared in his eyes, which was caused by the wind. Finally go back! The oars swayed in the microwave, and there was a hint of fishy wind, and my consciousness became blurred.
It seems that I have returned to ten years ago. I am still standing in the boat, and the winding river is carrying me slowly and slowly away from the place I love. But my heart is left behind! Resting in the mountains behind, kissing love! After the passionate kiss, I turned back and boarded the boat step by step. The water waves carry the boat, chanting the song of farewell: the wind is cold, blowing the clouds of farewell all over the sky, and twisting the clouds into a handkerchief, it cannot wipe away the tears in your eyes. The boat is slow, carrying a river of stars, and the stars are carved into eyes, and you can't see through my heart. The willow branches are caressing the river. The water is your love, and the water is my shadow. When people leave, the river will be filled with shadows.
Farewell, my girl. Please slow down your footsteps. The bottomless clear river blows the parting shengxiao, how can the waves retain it? The boat holds up the moist scenery in the setting sun, and the feet have been cramped for a day. In front of it is the way back, and behind it is the beautiful shadow of parting.
Stay! My angel – the girl who once loved me. How can your tears wet me, just like the sudden rain on a banana leaf, behind it is me who is escaping. The steps that have made up the mind to leave, without ever looking back, the blue sky quietly confides: Your eyes are saddened by yesterday's scenery, and today's mood is also dark. Tears falling, why aren't you strong? In the gentle eyes, you are all elves. Falling on the top of the grass is the dust of the morning and evening, the cool dust. Tears are destined to fall, because you can't keep my footsteps.
I want to look back so much. Looking back is your tender eyes, how many times I was drunk with happiness in the soft waves; it is your rising and falling chest, how many times my soul was in the elastic story. Wandering; it is your dream of kissing lips, how many times it has been instantly cast into eternity in the slimy lingering love. The steps were hesitant, and the green grass and water splashed beside it, chattering the same dream of spring: look back! The sentimental years are filled with happiness, why should we leave?
Tenderness is like a vine that entangles the footprints. If you can't lift it, you can only put it down. If your feet don't move, the scenery will be frozen. Why should we be greedy for the road of mortal world? Behind us is the fragrance of flowers and the busyness ahead! What should I do if my brain is confused? Who to ask? Looking straight up, there is the still blue sky, weaving clouds unhurriedly, waiting for the weather to be sunny, and to meet again in the rain. Looking down at the bottom of the boat, the turquoise water is like a passionate dream, and I can't help but encourage me to look back. Looking back, your face is the bright red of a rose in the sunset, shining with alluring light. I can't avoid that light.
"Brother! Can you not leave? There is also a lovely grass pond in my house, and there are songs you like." You are calling, your voice is as gentle as the tits in the forest, and your voice is heart-stopping.
Your tears hang on both sides of the red and white peach blossoms. The red ones are your friendship, and the white ones are your sadness. Your lips and teeth are the bridge of love, starting up, beating warmly and swaying.
"Go back! I have to leave! Please forgive me for my mistake..." It's my fault how I say the words in my heart, I can't hold you in my arms, no You can have young buds, and your heart is like a prisoner's sickle cutting open the grassland, destroying every trace of it. Every drop of fresh juice is the blood of emotion. It cannot cover the impulse of the moment. How can it not be a mistake?
"It's not your fault, brother, you are my first love, I love you! As long as you don't leave!" The song of love comes from your red lips, turns into a colorful butterfly, and falls lightly , falling on my shoulder and whispering. The mountains are silent, the sunset is deserted, and the sound of sandbirds is gone. I can't help but look back.
"First love, girl! Why aren't you my first love?" The heartbeat is difficult to calm down, like the river under the boat, a poem beaten by the rapids. I stepped out of the boat, dropped the bow of the boat that was swinging from side to side, and let the boat scream out in a hurry to make bigger splashes. I still ignored you, escaped from the confinement of the river, and held you in my arms with excitement. You buried your head on my chest and checked each other's heartbeats. My heart beats, my breath is sweet and greedy. Your body fragrance is light, and the romance of roses lingers on the bridge of my nose. On your shy cheeks, the red color of boiling cuckoo dances in the center of my pupils. Your petite lips! A spring wave of honey. The gentleness that should be annoying, slapped my chest, and it was critical in an instant. This tenderness is obsession, it is stubborn love, it is the dream of a girl who has just begun to fall in love. I am completely convinced, won’t you leave? The words in the heart brew up tender poetry, which is a sad sorrow. Our love is like the clouds in the sky, the white purity on a sunny day, the gray sigh on a cloudy day, or the rainbow bridge after the rain. For a moment of intoxication, dreams and wakefulness are both hazy. No matter whether the sunset falls or not. The touching souls and the matching of the lip prints are like marshmallows in a spider web, like glue and knees, inseparable. Time stands still, the clouds are silent, and the river flows quietly, telling other waves what it sees, laughing and talking. Emotion is supreme in all things, and everyone wants to fulfill this tender love.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are blowing, and the scenery is unique here. We blended into the environment and stood in a beautiful scenery. On the green grass bank of the river, the water rushed on the boat, and the fine hair lingered on the boy's face. The boy's face was soft in the girl's warmth. One second passes, one minute passes, and one moment passes. Time forgets the environment, and it should be forgotten. However, a flame was lit on the hungry pot table, the smoke from the cooking stove on the other side rose in the air, and shouts came from the lonely other side, awakening me from my sweet dreams like flowers shattered in the shower.
A crow crows in the distance, an old bird returning to its nest. It's dark, how can we continue to be together? It's time to leave, I can't do this! You surround me tightly with your tenderness like water. I used my perseverance to refuse cruelly. You and I are not on the same page, you are a student - an innocent student. When you are in love for the first time, you will definitely forget the moment of infatuation in the flow of time. I am still a wind that comes and goes freely, smearing the white clouds in the sky randomly. What can I give you in the future? Can you be attached to me? cannot.
I insist on leaving, I am the ruthless wind. If you insist on leaving, you are a cloud hurt by the wind. I insisted on leaving, leaving a heart-wrenching scenery in the sky.
I want to leave. You faced him in shock, with confusion in your eyes. Why are you leaving? Don’t you like me? Pulling my sleeve, your lingering hand bites my hand tightly. It doesn't hurt, but it's extremely distressing. Not being able to face your eyes is a fire-breathing emotion. Although this place is filled with water, the fire of love cannot be extinguished by water. You need to calm down, impulsiveness is the devil! I am ten years older than you, a full ten years, do you know? You are the younger sister and I am the uncle. My words are like a hurting knife, piercing deeply into your chest, and your tender heart is still beating! Feathers shattered on the river surface and floated amidst the chatter of small fish. Your desperate eyes are like ice and snow, freezing every cell in your body. Tears cannot bear the squeezing, and you stumble away!
Farewell, first love!
I waved my sleeves and boarded the boat gracefully. The waves finally started to move. I could no longer look back and faced your footsteps - it was not only my eyes that were hurt, but also my heart.
Getting off the boat, I am on this side of the shore, you are on the other side of the shore, and the water is in the middle. A shallow bay of water separates the love water and creates a gorgeous green line. Although the line is narrow, it seems that one step can jump across it. Such clear and shallow water has opened up the dust on both sides, blocking the road for you and me.
Turn around and get off the boat. You and I are relative! Compared to your tearful eyes, I was speechless for a long time. You know, I broke your heart, please accept my apology. But, how heavy is the weight of your apology? It's just like a lonely bird thousands of miles away. My heart really hurts, and my tears keep falling with yours. My shadow is desolate in the grass tip, and your shadow is also desolate in the grass tip on the other side. Tears blurred each other's shadows. In the confusion, you curled up and flew into a cloud, painting a shadow for me with your tenderness. I can't seem to find myself, but your tenderness is in my eyes. I quietly fly into a butterfly and float toward the horizon. How can these be combined into a poem? That’s all for honest and sad poems!
Wiping away my tears, I decided to leave! Leave your lonely shadow behind. The sunset couldn't help but fall, and what awaited her was a long period of lovesickness. Maybe it should be like this. I can't have your feelings, I can't give you any promises, and I can only draw the sunset curtain. I pretend I can't see you, I can't hear you, I can't feel you.
These deadly feelings still beat wildly in my heart like a deer, rush through my blood like a waterfall, bother my scalp like a reptile, and cut my soul like a sickle. They all shouted in unison: Have you forgotten her? Can you? First love!
No! cannot! So what if I can’t? Do you know what a ten-year difference is? What is it? It's the grass on this side of the river bend and the dandelions on the other side of the river bend. Can't cross! Stubborn, just so stubborn, I drifted further and further away until I was submerged in the dusk.
Brother! You wait! Don't leave!
A familiar shadow appeared in the passing water of the bay. It was you. You came on a small boat, coming like a poem, clear and blurry. It seems that you can see the formation of lotus leaves splitting open on the bow of the boat, and the shadow of the boat is rippling as the water slides away. The lotus leaves that had no time to dodge fell down in the water one after another, one after another, and fell into the water where they grew. Many lotus flowers are too late to bloom in June, so they can only bloom in the clear water, with some pink elves floating on the water. The bow of the boat opens up water patterns and continues to move forward. The waves are no longer the tender charm, but the culprit and the enemy that destroys the scenery. The boat has more courage to move forward, full of emotions. It seems that you can hear the sound of the boat flying out of the river. It is the wind tinkering with the bottom of the boat. An arrow is coming. Your boat has docked. Your footsteps splash on the green grass on the shore, rushing left and right.
Brother! Wait, don't leave!
Happiness beckons! But my stubbornness disagrees: there is a ten-year age difference, you are not happy, she is still a child! reject. For a twenty-five-year-old boy to be so determined, I admire myself! Go, I suddenly lay down in the hollow of the soil, hidden among the grass, and let the anxious calls fly around. The sounds in the evening wind are quieter and quieter. The sounds tear through the grass clothes and are lost in the story of the summer night. The sounds are like a lost child beating the willow branches, telling the pain of being confused. The sounds fly to the sky and surround the bright light. The white moon envelops it to vent its confusion. I didn't show up again. I felt sour like jealousy and burst into tears. Looking at the lonely shadow, I bit my lip and said goodbye to the blades of grass! My beloved girl! You are still young, you belong to your age, and I belong to my world. You opened up the passionate years, and I must seal my feelings. Can you imagine that the smoke in the countryside is so lagging behind, how can we be accommodated in the stories in the smoke? Bye now! Dear girl, in your years, you have that thatched cottage with cattails and insects chirping, but I can’t get close to you!
Goodbye, girl!
I silently receive the sounds in my ears and silently delete them. Just tonight, you and I are strangers! The grass is almost invisible and green, the water is even more confused, and the vast boat is sad in your call. Being dedicated is not wrong, the fault lies in rejection! I'm still going to make mistakes!
Daughter! Go home!
Your call is interrupted by a call in the distance. It is your father’s call, which comes from the mist and disappears in the mist. At that moment, I can no longer hear your voice! I don’t know how many days and nights, the flower of tears will bloom in front of your window, and it will never thank you for a long time! Pull it out! May my love turn into a solitary bird and go away, leaving my shadow to accompany you for a while.
Editor’s note: It’s easy to like, but once you like it, it’s hard to refuse! For your happiness, I still choose to refuse!