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Years have passed, leaving a vague impression, but you are as clear as ever.
Time is like rain. We are all people walking in the rain. Find our own umbrella and keep going until the wind and rain stop, and a beautiful tomorrow will come. Lu Xiaoman, tell me.
It's autumn and late autumn. Autumn wind is gloomy, autumn rain is cold, and autumn insects whisper. The sky is no longer high and the clouds are no longer light. Looking up, fog is everywhere. Nearby, pedestrians are in a hurry; In the distance, the geese in the north fly south. No matter in the wind or in the rain, I won't stay. Maybe I heard the prelude of winter.
In this way, when the motionless leaves in autumn see the season moving towards the first winter, there will always be some feelings, either cold, helpless or vicissitudes. The cold in this season is inevitable after all, otherwise why hibernate?
Look at the weeds on the roadside, turning yellow, falling leaves and rotating in piles. Fate? Home? The wind is confused: the years are ruthless, pedestrians are in a hurry, and passengers pass without trace. Looking at the distance, my thoughts have been pulled for a long time. Does it hurt?
She walked through that not-too-distant era and studied in a private school. China, which has not yet been liberated, is barren everywhere, while her parents are rich peasants with hundreds of acres of land, living a carefree life. How happy an innocent girl is! During the Great Leap Forward, her family's land was handed over to the collective, and her parents starved to death one after another. She was adopted by her uncle's family. At the age of marriage, she walked into my home. My father was a cadre in the brigade at that time. He was busy with his work all day, and everything at home fell on her shoulders. You can imagine how tired it is to eat in the canteen, earn work points and take care of sick grandparents. The house leaked rain and was hit by continuous rain. The roaring flood flooded the village, and the house was gone, leading a bumpy and displaced life. After the flood, people who returned home built houses and repaired fences. My father is a person who doesn't care about the family, so she takes care of the family. The house was finally built, and a group of seven or eight people crowded together, which became her lifelong concern!
In this way, I survived the winter and ushered in spring; After summer, I entered autumn. The four seasons are reincarnation, the rings of her life are increasing, the wind is carving wrinkles, and the rain is eroding her face. The once beautiful face is now colorful; The once flowery moon has long been unrecognizable. Time is ruthless, the years are silent, she is old, and she stumbles. She is old, full of children and grandchildren, affectionate in time and silent in years. She belongs to this world of mortals, and has been walking in this world of mortals, but she is a passer-by in this world of mortals after all!
Some people say that happiness is in others' eyes and happiness is in their own hearts. Looking at her deep eyes, I asked her lovingly: Are you happy? She smiled and said, your happiness is my happiness.
Has she lost herself? Looking at her criss-crossing wrinkles, my heart was torn very painful: trees have rings, where are people's rings? In your heart?
Anning said, your heart is the place where I will come back when I go to the ends of the earth.
Birds have hard wings and always have to fly alone; When children grow up, they should also find their own sky. And she, with small steps, bent over, still stays in that place of love, clutching something, is it a root? It is no longer a childhood, and a group of children are laughing around her, even for the scene of an uneven distribution of apples. Those poor days are gone forever! Are those joys and frolics the same as before?
Jian Zheng said, just like every drop of wine, I can never find my original grapes or my youth. Yes, can we go back to that era of simple dependence? A steamed bread is divided into several portions, but it is eaten with relish; A picture book can forget to eat; In a simple and lovely sentence, the little face is blooming!
Give time, let bygones be bygones, let a new beginning!
When spring comes and winter comes, there are always many unbearable sorrows, so I slowly learned to hide. Time has taught us a lot, but it cannot teach us how to be young; Years make us look old, but we can't erase warm memories. Just like the wind is the hand of the rain, the rain is the foot of the wind, year after year, hand in hand forever!
I don't know how long it's been since I hugged her. Maybe that warm hug only belongs to childhood and memory. Every time I look at the lonely back, I really want to hug her tightly from behind. That full head of white hair, detailing the silent years; The staggering figure stung my eyes and soaked my hurried steps. She can be a teenager, and I can't accompany her when I am wandering in a foreign country. Insomnia in the middle of the night, heartbreak is like water: children have to be raised, and relatives are not there, so it is too late.
Those thin shoulders never left my sight. At midnight, I always hug with my heart, which is very light and warm. Yes, when I was a child, hugs belonged to my parents. When I grew up, hugs belonged to my lover. Who did hugs belong to when I was old? Zhang Xiaoxian said that it feels good to hug, which is the comfort of the body and the reward of the world.
Qian Fan has passed, and the world of mortals is infinite. Experienced green, harvested mature, in the ferry of time, we are all passers-by. Time flies, passers-by rush, that kind of blood is thicker than water, that kind of feeling of constant concern, engraved in my heart, no matter how far I go, how high I fly, where my roots are, that thread is always there, intangible is better than tangible, tearing at your people, swaying your soul, lingering, and the image is second.
I know that some beauty is warm in my heart; Some of the past, remember, silence is the best.
Sometimes, I really hope that the years can slow down a little, let her enjoy the noisy world, walk slowly hand in hand, enjoy the bright spring, bright summer flowers, bright autumn days and clean winter snow?
Years, please be gentle and let her warm the four seasons!