{Write to yourself}
A spring breeze swept away the cold of the previous season, but it also left annoying flu; A wisp of autumn wind swept away the summer heat of last season but also left some sadness; However, you have gone through my life and taken away my world, but what did you leave behind?
I had a dream in the middle of the night. In the dream, we returned to the state of holding hands, and we woke up with unspeakable loss. When I opened the long-lost photo album, the faces in the photo became strange. I know that time passes in yellowed photos. I closed the photo album and held it in my arms, then turned off the light and lay on the cold bed board. I used to open my eyes in the middle of the night and try to look at the ceiling covered by newspapers. However, in this dark night, everything is in vain.
It's so quiet outside that I can even hear some dogs breathing. The moon also stepped over the surrounding vilen, bare and cold in Yuan Ye.
Sauvignon blanc, damage the appearance, lonely pillow sleepless night bleak. I got up, tied my skirt, stepped on the moonlight, faced the biting cold wind, and picked up the memories you gave me along the road you walked. The cold wind lengthened my thoughts and reminded me of the past.
At that time, you and I were still immature and lived in an imaginary beautiful world. Allow me to say that this is imagination. We were really confused and naive at that time. Every day, with the brisk school bell, I strode to the date. Even if the school is so strongly opposed, you and I are still so ostentatious. Talking and laughing all the way, no one looked at it, which attracted a lot of jealous and envious eyes. I kept laughing, but my heart was like chewing sugar, which seeped into the blood and flowed all over my body without reservation. The breeze gently brushed my hair, and you smiled and said, "Your bangs are flying. I don't think you have bangs." So ugly, so ugly, haha ... "
"You don't look at yourself. The bangs are split in two, which is really ugly. It's really ugly. " Breeze certainly won't forget to visit everyone.
Then you pretended to be angry and turned away from me. I say hello to you and take you into my arms from behind. You said in a provocative tone, "You said I was ugly, why did you hug me? Hey! "
"I just found your ugliness, but I have liked you for a long time, so I can only wronged myself." I will be amused and answer with a smile.
"Hey, you are not much better. I should have wronged myself. " You said, not to be outdone.
I didn't speak again, just put my face to your ear and was silent. Close your eyes and smile in your heart. You too?
I yearn for such a dignified life, plain but full. Facing the sky, there is always a dark passage in my heart. This is happiness, right?
After being silent for a while, you are angry again and say that I ignore you. In fact, you know, at that moment of silence, I have already conceived our life in my heart. I turned you around and looked at you. Your deep pupils are so bright. I tried to find your heart there and settle in the deepest corner of your heart. Then a gentle kiss melts your cold expression, and you close your eyes, so intoxicated.
Then you ordered a song for me:
You always ask me what happiness is in my heart/I have never answered it before/now I want to say/
Happiness is the beauty in your eyes when you smile/happiness is also holding you tightly behind your back quietly/
Happiness is my palm/happiness is also …
……
You want me to memorize the lyrics of this song and sing it to you. You are too serious. So I copied the lyrics, and that song was always in my pocket and always on my back.
Later, I hummed it to you. I saw the smile on your face, just like the first blooming of a flower, pure and unique. I also smiled, what a natural smile, always causing ripples in my heart.
Happy and moist days always pass so quickly. I can't say why. We have indeed changed. But I don't feel abrupt at all, because I have tasted the ups and downs along the way. Maybe I knew the result from the day we got back together, but I just didn't want to believe it.
We've had more quarrels and estrangements. So we are all tired, but you give up first. You won't take the initiative to contact me again, you won't take the initiative to come to me, and you won't be angry because I stubbornly ignore you. Would you care? Yes
I received your message the other day, and you said you were tired. Then I wiped my tears, typed four words on the keyboard, only four words, and broke up like this.
We broke up when you didn't reply. So love is so fragile.
Thinking of this, I suddenly came to my senses and found myself walking into the river, just a little, just a little. It was dark all around, there was no light, that kind of black, but it was also quiet, horribly quiet. I can't see my fingers, but I can vaguely see the small crystal lamp in my eyes.
As for the later story, I really don't want to think about how I escaped from that painful day. I don't want to go back after the heartbreak. When my tears ran out and the last drop condensed in the corner of my eye, I found that I could no longer explain my happiness. It turns out that the sad ending is despair. I saw it.
The spring breeze swept away, leaving annoying flu, but also taking away the cold of last season; The autumn wind swept away, leaving some sadness, but it also took away the summer heat of last season. And you walked through my life, not only taking away my world, but also leaving me sad and driving me to despair.