The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
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Autumn has come, the maple leaves are red, but the ground is covered with yellow flowers.
She just turned seven when she came back from Xiangshan, and she likes to hold my neck and call me sister. At that time, the red leaves of Xiangshan were dazzling and puzzled. I've seen them. They're as red as fire. But when she came back, she brought me a sky-blue maple leaf, which is hard to find under the clear autumn sky in Beijing.
At that time, I watched the azaleas all over the mountain on TV, which were as big as a sea bowl and intoxicating, so I said, just like the maple leaves in Xiangshan.
Indulge in the east wind
I like teaching her to read poetry, and she likes reading poetry, too. The most catchy is Ma Zhiyuan's song "The Elder Tree of Dead Vines", but she smiled and read "Peacocks fly southeast, and five miles fall". As if reading aloud, there will really be a group of wandering peacocks in the clear sky in the south.
She listened to the story of Liang Zhu and the legend of Mo Xie, and imagined the unreachable beauty with an innocent face. Then ask me, sister, why are beautiful women not recognized?
When I looked down, I vaguely saw what her silence had lost beside her.
How many degrees does it snow?
It's only been three years
She has even turned over the sadness of "Heaven Forbidden" with her numb face. She lost consciousness when she watched her beloved grandmother leave. When I look at her eyes, they are clear at first sight, but they are full of holes and bottomless.
When I took her to Beijing again, it was early winter. The red leaves of Xiangshan have fallen, and it is absolutely lonely. She stood quietly in the red, like a child who has not grown up yet.
It snowed in Beijing the day before I went back. She was isolated in the snow and her eyes were confused. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face. From a distance, she looks like an isolated snow demon, with a white figure, blending with the snow.
She burst into tears. Sister, I hate that family, I hate it, I hate it.
I want to hide in the snow. That would be great. She looked at me quietly, and the long-frozen sadness finally collapsed.
I looked at the southeast from a distance, where there was her broken home and the bottomless darkness left for her.
Vaguely, in my mind, there is a beautiful Tang poem a long time ago: "Peacock flies southeast, wandering in five miles ..."
I think my peacock will never fly back.
It's frozen to death in the snow country.
Return to the wandering goose.
After returning to the south, she left her so-called home and lived under the wall of her dead mother's hometown. When I left, she came to see me and smiled sadly. Sister, that family has been ignoring me. But why can't I hate it for life?
Why?
Because no relationship can last a lifetime, time will take everything away, and in the end it will only leave a blank.
I watched her go, hoping that when she came back, she would come back with a clear smile.
And that blue maple leaf is sandwiched in the diary, which reflects my diary that has passed away, and also reflects the blank that has not been drawn yet, and even my memory has become a very hazy sky blue. In fact, maple leaves should be red.
I want you to come back.
The Portrait of Lars von Trier —— The Transformator
When she came back, poplars had grown straight in this season. I think she is like a golden butterfly, radiant, young and beautiful with a clean smile.
She said, elder sister, I'm back.
I suddenly have a feeling of tears of happiness.
Looking at her standing in front of her, she seems to understand a lot.
Sister.
Hmm?
I think, if beauty is not recognized, can it become a dream? It comes from many real tragedies.
Hmm.
When she looked up, she was full of sunshine.
Xiao Xue Chu Qing
I don't know what makes her so young and beautiful. But I am glad that I witnessed a dazzling butterfly emerge from its cocoon. Maple leaves are still green, and when Xiangshan is red, it will be beautiful and lucky.
Although she was shrouded in endless darkness, the light still gave her the ability to find.
The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light.