Autumn afternoon, the smell of sunshine began to diffuse, some light through the glass, cast some mottled shadows on the desk, and the empty hut had a warm atmosphere.
Outside the window, the sky is blue, the distant mountains are faint, and a river of autumn water flows gently. I like the city where I live very much. Jialing River and Fujiang River pass through the city, which makes the flashy city more quiet and gentle.
I often sit by the window, blowing the river wind, listening to the sound of running water and looking up at the bright sky. Recall our stories and the days we walked together.
Some people say that women who like to look at the sky must have a lot in their hearts. Maybe it is. Maybe not. In fact, life is an emotion, and life is a river. Some emotions will always go away with the river and fade away in the years. Gone together, there is a past in time, a memory, a time and a story.
I always feel that I am a particularly nostalgic person. I always like to walk back and forth in the fleeting time. Actually, it's not that I can't get out by myself, but that I don't want to get out. I miss myself many years ago. I walked silently, waded through mountains and rivers, experienced hardships and hardships, wandered all the way, wandered in footsteps, wandered in thoughts, and was never led by the scenery along the way. The days were calm, but simple and pure happiness flowed.
A person, in this way, walks lightly through one autumn after another, lonely, quiet, indifferent and full of self.
In fact, the encounter in the world is a fireworks. After a moment of splendor, it is eternal loneliness, and all the good things will eventually return. However, you and I in the world, knowing this, are still looking forward to the flowers on the other side, and some feelings are still spreading in nothingness and growing into desolation and desolation for a lifetime.
The days you are here, the time is warm and humid, and there is ambiguous, warm and controversial love. You said when you met me, I lived in your soul. My shadow, walking in your veins, my sigh will also affect your hidden pain. You said, you want to explore my soul, and you want to live in my soul. I am noble, I am lonely, for a long time, I just watched from a distance, stranded you on the other side, and the footsteps of wading only lingered in my dreams.
You come from Jiangnan, and your luggage is full of sadness. Your blue shirt is wet, and your eyes are full of melancholy. Your sadness corrodes my sadness, your loneliness repeats my loneliness, and your gentleness moistens my gentleness. In this way, I walked into my heart bit by bit and walked on my soul. From then on, we are sad for each other's sadness, happy for each other's happiness, and happy for each other's happiness.
Days are like water, and in this way, we have quietly passed for more than four years. In four years, I didn't have an affair, but I heard the sound of flowers on the other side. Those flowers are the background of life, the eternal background.
You once said that you would give everything for me, including your life. You are so stupid, how can I prove an empty promise with your life? Just like that silent night, we all said: If you are well, it will be sunny. In fact, that night, I wanted to say more: you are fine, and I am at ease! Maybe, you don't know, it is a kind of happiness for me that you live safely and healthily.
Perhaps, it is a promise you made unintentionally, and a sentence becomes a stamp!
Always afraid, afraid of losing each other, afraid that one party will suddenly dissipate one day. You hold me in your hand with soft emotional silk thread. I am here, you are there, and the distance between the two ends is full of thoughts. You said, you can't bear the pain of losing. You said, you can't face the life after losing. However, there are flowers in the world that must fall, there must be a beginning and an end, and there must be a difference. If a person's life is to return to the starting point of life, where it came from and where it will go, it is only a matter of time.
Perhaps, some encounters are just for separation. Just like you and me, the more afraid of losing, the more afraid of separation, but have to face it. In fact, some endings have already been written, but we have never had the courage to open them.
God, open the ending. I am not separated from you, but from you. In this way, quietly you turn into a wisp of light smoke and float away gently.
Open the memory, how deep the love is, how far the pain is. Countless cold nights, I looked up with tears. I only see Yichuan tobacco, catkins flying all over the ground, but I can't reach the three-inch sky where you are.
"When you are here, everything is you; When you are away, everything is still you. " This is the sentence you wrote before you died. On the day you leave, you always like to read the more than 1000 diaries you left behind, and every word is a whisper of love. Whispering has deep acacia, deep loneliness, light sadness and light happiness.
Recalling our stories and picking up the fleeting time we passed together, those feelings flowing at the fingertips are clean, transparent, intimate, heartfelt and warm. I understand that this situation will never go far, it will accompany me, autumn after autumn.
The west wing is full of moons, and the night is cool.
Early autumn night, some thin cool, some sad, just like these days when thin cool sad. Outside the window, autumn insects sing like water. I stood at the window, looked up at the night sky, took the pen as the pole and the paper as the crossing, and wrote a sentence on the paper with my heart: You are my warmth!