Love? Does it count? Although you can't stay drunk? At least touched the soul of life. Live and die together. Okay, let's get down to business. Let me share my travel experience with you.
First, read a poem to everyone.
Every time I think about it,
There is a person I love in the world.
I cried.
At this time, I am the sweetest, quietest, strongest and most fearless.
Every time I think about it,
This person is you.
The only you in this life, irreplaceable you.
I cried.
At this time, the sun lit up my heart.
Tears fell happily in the quietly passing breeze.
Every time I open my notebook and read this poem, my world is full of rain.
This poem was written by the lover I once loved. It always reminds me of three trips in my life.
Perhaps, traveling is a dream for me. Living in a lonely spiritual world. The three trips in my life are all for poetry, for an undeserved fate that can't be erased in my life.
The first trip is to Hongjiang Ancient Mall. It's March and it's raining. The sky in the ancient shopping mall is wet, the alley is wet and the heart is wet. A whole month. No, it never stops. It was drizzling, Gu Xiang. Because of poetry, I met the aestheticism in life.
At that time, I didn't know the fate. It started with rain and ended with rain.
The second trip was in the winter a year later. For my dream, he accompanied me to Nanyue. And my dream is very simple, holding the hand of the love of my life, prostrating myself before the Buddha and seeking the eternity of my life. However, dreams are dreams after all, and life is life after all. The sudden snowstorm hindered our long-cherished wish. At that time, I didn't know that fate had already doomed this life when I failed to reach the top.
The third trip was in the early summer of the following year. Our love continues warmly because of poetry and romantic feelings. I was in Shenzhen, and he was still studying. He often says that he really wants to go to the seaside together. Listen to the surging of the sea and see the blue of the sea. For his dream, I left my job and went to see the sea with him. However, when I took the wrong train, I remembered my first unfulfilled dream in a panic.
I comfort myself in fear, it will be fine, it will be fine. This is just a small accident, which means nothing.
I walked several times until I finally met him, until we held hands on the coast, and I was still worried.
I'm beginning to worry about our future.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to be so good that I inadvertently lost him.
On the last long-distance roaming, his choice became the most heartless and emotional farewell in my life. He said, I am in such good health that I will lose you sooner or later. In that case, it's better to have a long pain than a short one.
What can I do if this is predestined? If this is a disaster, I can only accept it in secret.
Later, I often thought that if life did not have that misty and rainy trip to the ancient city, maybe there would not be such an unforgettable dream trip. There will be no subsequent panic-stricken sea trip.
Three trips, beautiful, full of hope but lost hope.
Three trips were as heavy as a stone. The wrong journey of life.
The unforgettable past is only poetry and memories.
Perhaps, our love journey,
You can't escape fate after all.