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In the afternoon, the melody was moving, and I wrote under the window and told an unforgettable story. ...
In March, the green sunshine, in this frozen spring day, is always so white and flawless, gently sprinkled on the peach petals with crystal dew, dotted, outlining the arc of every passerby's mouth. In the peach blossom season, I can't help thinking of you. I walk in the literature, and there is always a gap in my heart. I've been looking for it with your touch. Until it gradually takes shape-love from afar. I am troubled by dreams, broken thoughts, a little sadness and a lot of nostalgia. It is not love, but it is an important asset in my life just like love.
How many times I want to draw a text sky that belongs only to you, but I never have the courage. I'm afraid my poor handwriting can't outline what you look like in my heart. Now, I am in a foreign land, and I have been looking for your appearance. Your words and deeds are so precious in my mind at the moment. I still remember that it was the first night when I came home from Wuhan. The happy smile that you and dad filled seemed to be born and bloomed on your face. You are busy in the kitchen, cooking my favorite dishes. I went in and said I wanted to help. I don't know when you treated me as a guest. I went over and said it was dirty. I can eat soon after I go out and sit down. Actually, I know. You just don't want me to be too tired. I stood by and looked at you. Sweat flowed down from my forehead and into the wrinkles pulled up by a smile. It is deep and shallow, like looking at a stream in the distance, which makes people feel distressed.
That day, I also brought a bottle of 95 Caster home, because I promised my dad to have a good drink. On the dining table, laughter, happy. You, sitting on my right, always add vegetables and meat to my bowl from time to time, but what dad gives you, you always put it in my bowl along the left direction, and then walk over and say that you are old, and there are still many in the bowl, so I can't eat that much. I'm grown up now. I'll be strong if I eat more. I can clearly see your bowl through the sound, which is in such sharp contrast with mine. I was a little sad, so I picked up the bowl and gave you half full love, but you refused to accept it. Finally, you agreed at my strong request. I clearly remember that the smile on your face was the brightest smile I have ever seen ... I just seem to remember having a good drink at that time. Faced with more and more food in the bowl, I don't eat much, and you always remind me to eat more. And I may not hear you clearly, or I may be used to it. I have put on the word "mm-hmm" and raised your glass to talk to dad. What kind of season is left for you on the right? I completely ignored it at that time.
I saw you washing dishes in the kitchen after supper. I insisted on helping you wash the dishes, lifted my sleeves and walked to your side, but you pushed my hand away and smiled. You said I didn't clean it. You've been washing for so many years. Only you know how to wash it. You said I was tired of driving today. Go to bed early. I must promise you to turn around and go upstairs. The sound of washing dishes behind him is still so familiar. ...
I fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long I slept. The hurried footsteps downstairs and the sound of rummaging through cabinets pulled me back from my dream. I got up and put on my coat and went downstairs. I saw my father walking in the living room in the dim light, as if looking for something. I asked him what happened, but he didn't look back. He just buried himself in saying that you had a high fever, and then blamed you for being careful not to touch the water or something. When I entered the room, I saw you lying in bed, breathing hard. When you saw me pretending as if nothing had happened, you smiled and said, "Dad's action was too big, which woke you up. It's nothing. You go to sleep quickly. You are tired from driving today ... "I don't know what's going on, and suddenly I'm a little confused. I asked dad to take you to the hospital, but you refused. Finally, you agreed to let my father and I buy medicine. I don't know when my guilt spread
The night is always so quiet, the dark yellow neon keeps flashing in front of my eyes, and the counter-attack wind dances wildly in my ears. Dad driving in front has been talking about you, because the winter vacation is coming, the work is very tired, and the body has begun to feel uncomfortable. Because I came back today, you personally picked out my favorite dishes, and you personally cooked for me all day after taking a nap ... The scene on the dining table began.
I feed you medicine, watch you fall asleep quietly, and wait until your temperature slowly returns to normal before getting up and going upstairs. Lying in bed, I can't sleep, and I start to warm up your previous dribs and drabs, look back several times and think several times. Suddenly found that I missed your love many times; It turns out how ridiculous I feel that I am unhappy; Only then did I realize how ridiculous I was when I almost gave up my studies because of my feelings. I, is there any reason not to be proud of this love? At that moment, I hope I will find that all my wishes are the same as yours, praying for each other; That night, I burst into tears, only to find that the heat of tears touched my heart like you.
The breeze is swaying your bright blush, giving that whiteness to everyone passing by, accompanying us and teaching us the way forward, because life needs to be moved.