when the autumn wind passes over my head, it makes me feel that it is moaning. A few beams of sunshine hit my hair tips and fingertips deeply and feebly, lonely and lonely. Looking up at the sky, the gray clouds instantly covered the originally dim sunshine. The colorful and dazzling world is particularly bleak. The wind is rustling and the water is cold.
You are gone forever ... Although the paper towel has dried the tears in my eyes, it still can't hide the traces of my crying. No matter how beautiful things are, they always seem so abrupt in sad eyes.
where are you, my friend? Did you hear my voice?
In autumn in the south, there is little feeling of falling leaves. Leaves will only turn yellow on the green land, and flowers will still have bright colors. Birds that occasionally hover will only be on the wasteland in the suburbs. People are just busy with everything, going to work, getting off work, studying and working; Simple and complicated; Understand, don't understand ...
In the cold afternoon, there is a touch of loneliness that can't be dissolved. Depressed autumn, restless heart, beating soul, walking steps; Axle prints of wheels, gray tones. This belongs to my surroundings.
The day of my friend's funeral made me realize that it was autumn. The bus that day took me to the place where she was about to leave the world. I hurried into the flower shop and picked a bunch of chrysanthemums. The smell of chrysanthemum stopped my steps.
The fresh and natural smell, pure and clean beige, makes people feel that the flowers are especially peaceful. It also made my tight heart calm down. However, tears still fall unnaturally from the corner of my eyes.
I broke down in tears. I miss my friend who I just met a few days ago. I think that you fell down after fighting with gangsters. I think that my married friend should lie in the cold soil. I think that her years like mine are so fragile that I am no longer strong. I cried sadly.
hold the flowers and rush to the mourning hall. There is a feeling of escaping, and I really don't want it to be her. Heavy feet, stepped in. My crying heart moistened my face. I didn't see her directly. The photos hanging on the mourning hall, her
smile is so brilliant that people feel that she is smiling at you right in front of you. That kind of heartfelt smile can only be solidified in the photo.
My friend is a devout Christian. Christians believe that she was taken away by God and Jesus, and now she is sleeping in the arms of the Lord. I think so, too, because I am also a Christian. Imagine that in the kingdom of love, there is a quiet and beautiful manor, and there is an angel who lives happily and safely. There are a group of children around her who like her, so that she can continue her career in the world. The atmosphere in the mourning hall is as sacred and quiet as the church. There are peaceful poems. A mourning priest. There are farewell brothers and sisters. Sad
injury. Cry. Tears. Tissue. Filled with this narrow space.
I know my friend sleeps behind the screen and falls asleep quietly. Peace and beauty like water lilies. My turbid consciousness will only make me take a tissue, hide aside and wipe my tears. I don't know what words to use to describe
the feeling between me and her, deep or shallow. Empty as a valley,
as a cornerstone. After all, few people measure the depth of feelings when friends get along. From my point of view, it is as hard as a coin and as flexible as a wire drawing. Although she is gone, I miss her and will never stop. I don't know what my subtle feelings represented the last time I met her.
I met her at the railway station that day. I haven't seen her for more than a year, and she is a little chubby. Smiling faces greet us happily. Talk about her life. Talking about her work, talking about her future, and even talking about the last meeting
... What a coincidence. Friends, maybe that's it. Before boarding the bus, I left in a hurry because of different carriages.
this reminds me of a coincidence that I was also in HZ last time. She saw me first, and the first thing she said when she met me was, what a small world. I replied ha ha. After leaving each other's phones, they also left in a hurry.
so, she just left me. Despite the last side at the memorial service, I looked at her sleeping capacity and sleeping position with cold heart; No matter how the people around her call her, she won't get up again. But at that moment, I didn't shed tears. I hope she can go in peace. There is no slightest concern and reluctance. People live like this. When they come, they have to leave again. Clean, should have no distractions.
this should be a frightening and unfamiliar environment. Mourning halls, coffins, and those who sleep alone. Even if there is a soul waiting here, there is only a little helplessness: how can the sadness of relatives be tolerated, and the greetings from friends are short-lived. Now, my friend sleeps here-the place where the body is burned. Only sadness and tears. See people, invisible heart, many past tense, past tense. Only skimmed over
in the eulogy. My friend has a younger sister, who read the eulogy, which is affectionate and makes people feel good. Sad. Looking back, there are still ten million points of reluctance. At the moment of farewell, is it only necessary to replace words with peace? Burned, buried, and left like this. Lying alone on the sunny hillside, the light became obscure. Without you, it seems that the whole world is mourning for you.
the truck on the mountain road went by with a bang. Raise a large piece of dust. You're covered in dust. Wipe it clean again and again. But what about tomorrow? Who will help you clean it up?
with a sigh, my friend, I can't bear for you to leave like this. Because I haven't seen your face when you watch the sunrise tomorrow. Let me turn into a branch, stay with you, stay with you, spring, summer, autumn and winter. At least in this way, two people's memories are more than one person's loneliness. Goodbye, my friend. I can only sigh helplessly. Because we will meet again. Tomorrow, next year, … or, not too distant future.