There should always be a person in our life who surprised the time, tender the years, and brought you a clear and precious touch, while the lost beauty flowed quietly in the long river of years, and at the right time, it produced a hidden light and tapped your heart. There should be two impulses in a person's life, a trip when he says he will leave, and a love without hesitation. As Xi Murong said, it is enough to forget yourself for one person, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even courtship. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years and leave a sad or happy notch in my memory. If a person is with the person he likes, then he. At that time, the light buried the original freshness, and the rest could only be like this.
I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. You repeat these two poems in a low voice. I sit next to you, watching you quietly, sharing your sadness, your sadness, your happiness, your happiness, life, crying when you should, laughing when you should, not asking for profundity, just asking for a simple life. Occasionally you will call me stupid, like a blank sheet of paper. I also admit that when I am with you, I will become like a song I play with my guitar, sometimes it is unreliable and sometimes it is out of tune.
Traveling in Jiangnan with you, boating on the rippling West Lake, anything, go to Jiangnan to find a place where peach blossoms bloom in spring, sit under a peach tree, make a pot of Longjing tea, eat a whole bag of ebony, watch an animation at home together, and fight bravely for the plot inside, sometimes like a single-celled creature, laughing carefree and together in the evening before dusk. Talk about life, talk about ideals, have dinner together, start writing, write a few poems, write a few words, and then make a cup of osmanthus tea. Ink and sweet-scented osmanthus are mixed together and stained on clothes, even the heart is fragrant.
Enjoy the moon with you at the edge of the lotus pond in summer night. The moonlight is like practice and the moon is like water. We just sit quietly and watch, but we still have that kind of tacit understanding. With you, I don't need to be stiff or melodramatic, because I believe in you and the sense of security you bring me.
"Will you wait for me? When I finish college and graduate school, we will be together. " I ask you with my head sideways.
"No, I plan to get married very early." Your faint response.
"Oh." I straightened up and there was a trace of disappointment in my tone.
"Then remember, don't send me an invitation on your wedding day." I looked up at the moonlight and said slowly, in order not to let the tears in my eyes stay, I don't want you to see my sadness.
"I'm not in a hurry, but many girls wrote me love letters, and I didn't accept them." Your mouth is slightly raised, and I am a little jealous that you talked about your experience thoughtfully.
"My vision is very high," I said wryly, picking up a stone and throwing it into the lake.
You are silent, and then you bow your head and pick up your painting tools.
"Are you going to sleep here tonight? I'm going back. " You broke the embarrassment by saying so suddenly.
"I think it's good here, too." I retorted
"If you like, just stay here. Anyway, your rent is due tonight, and you will go back to your hometown tomorrow. I have to take you to the railway station. " You shook your head helplessly, turned your back and walked away.
"Wait for me." I got up from the ground, and the dim street lamp stretched your thin back. I chased you, but I don't think I'll ever catch up.