Just the car, he saw her alone or in the night of the cold. She also saw him, and quickly ran to him, eager to ask: “how?”” He sighed and shook his head. A hint of disappointment flashed across her face, but it soon disappeared. She asked: “do you have a meal?” He grabbed her cold hand and said, “I have eaten it. Go, let’s go back.”
They walk in the desolate street. The night wind is not easy to find a target, from scratch to their endless. They go against the wind, hold hands, step by step, and walk hard.
“This ghost weather, it’s cold!” He could not help him. She looked at him and said, “do you know what day it is?”” He thought for a long time, really can not think of what day is today. She said: “today is Laba!” “It? Haven’t thought about it for a long time. In rural areas, every year to drink Congee with Nuts and Dried Fruits……”
When he thought of eating, he suddenly felt hungry he had not eaten. Looking for a day’s work, is still around the wall, he was depressed a little loss of appetite. In fact, just want to eat, just enough money in his pocket the return fares. And now, wake up in spring. The insects like hunger in his belly, “cuckoo” cried. She said: “the village elders say” La seven Laba, freeze off Chin ‘, no wonder so cold today.”
He said: “I only think this year’s special cold, cold have all about the human life!” He remembered the cold hole encountered when looking for a job, those who face colder than snow. He couldn’t help but shudder, looked at the front of the icy streets long endless. He did not know, his future will be how, when to meet the spring.
He can’t find a job. She can’t understand it. He is the first college students in the village, how could not even work to find it? She did not know how small, how close they were, and how far away they were. Where a person came to the city, was immediately overwhelmed in the surging crowds! She did not know, now college students, they are like spring flowers all over the mountains and plains on the hillside. She thought that he was the only one in the world! She doesn’t know as well, is now looking for a job, not just rely on the strength of their class that a few every day to play games are the make-up of the students is because of the relationship between, early to put work was signed. Of course, he won’t tell her that. In her heart, he has always been tall and perfect. Now, his job being blocked, he feels she has on their ability to produce doubt. He didn’t want to change his image in her mind.
In front of a clothing store is not closed, the bright lights illuminate the long street. Walking in the past, she was attracted to the inside of the clothes, the envy of his eyes and eager to sting his heart bursts of pain. He looked at her clothes, or from the countryside, so the earth, so old. The girl in the city, who had not been dressed for twenty years.
The village girls are jealous of her and said she was looking for a college student, the future will take her to live in the city Villa, eat, wear, too little grandmother, like life. She has been proud of it, looking forward to, secretly le. But now, what can he give her? She had to wear the country or homely fare, the countrified clothes…… He suddenly felt that he was useless. A big man, read so many books, spent so much money, in the end it is not even the ability to buy clothes for a girlfriend!
It’s getting colder and colder, the way home is like a lot of home tonight. It’s not half as long as you go. Said to be “home”, in fact, where is what ah! It was only a temporary loan, and it was a farmer’s home on the edge of the city. However, because of her, the simple little house also has a little home warm feeling, especially in such a cold night.
“Home” has finally arrived. He quickly grabbed one of the most thick clothes to wear. She turned away, and he thought she was going to the bathroom.
After a while, she with a bowl of reeky things come in. He saw, is Congee with Nuts and Dried Fruits! She said, “I know you haven’t eaten yet, you have to eat it quickly.”!” He asked: “how do you do it?” She said: “I to the landlord aunt to the grain afternoon, I borrowed a bit her pot cook it well, just to warm. The landlord aunt said, since we can cook with her pot, after we do not go outside to eat. Only in this way can save a little money, but also here to support a few days… ”
He ate steaming porridge, thinking of his useless, thinking of her own good, tears can’t help, a heart a heart of roll fall down. Fall in reeky porridge.
After eating, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and wiped the tears on the face. He didn’t want to let her know he was crying. She cleared the dishes, said: “go to bed early, to get up early tomorrow.” He thought of tomorrow, think of the face that is colder than snow, my heart burst of fear, I really hope that don’t come tomorrow, let yourself in this small room hide forever!
They lie on the bed, the quilt is very thin, they are hugging tightly, in order to warm. She said, “do you still remember? The village elders said, Laba is often one of the coldest days of the year. The weather is Laba, every day is warm.” He said, “it seems like that.”.” She said, “so, you don’t lose heart. Although you are not smooth, but bad in the end, a good day will come.”
“In the end, a good day is coming.” He read this sentence several times in his heart. He thought, she is not much, can say so there is “philosophy” words to encourage him, visible is very much a thought of. He read a few years, let him as pour as a church mouse and her family, but did not find a job. She not only has not said a word Yuanguai, also pay more care of him to take care of him, trying to encourage him, how could he live up to her deep love and hope!
Think of here, he was full of confidence and courage, in her face a heavy kiss, said: “you rest assured, I will find a job tomorrow.”! I will let you live a good life!”
.but still willing to love everything the young age.
You see, the sea breeze gently in the air, the line of a row of footprints, messy but particularly lonely. I am looking for the gap and the line, for fear of stepping on your dream, afraid of waking up your dream, you can not find the shore. Then you find the shore, is not also like me, in the tide of time, look into the distance on the other side of the flowers into the sea, as everywhere is the fragrance of rape. When the tide falls, staring at this busy fall, as if there are no longer spring again.
Standing in the wiping the color blue in, breathe the smell of the wind, breathing the taste of moonshine. The shore side, right close. Originally, the world is so small, I can smell the sweet of you, little that I can hear your sadness to me and your eyes. And then all of a sudden, you can life of confusion of Qingshang to distance between you and me, in between a turn around, freeze reverie a lifetime.
Go to the hill.
At this time, in early spring, at this time, when the sun is fine, at this time, as long as the Orioles flying Yanwu. To go to the city of hills, there are flowers, there is a breeze, a butterfly shrouded hills.
Last night, I had a dream, a beautiful dream. In the far away, like the horizon far away, there was a very beautiful hill. On the hill, a cherry tree, only a tree. A piece of falling petals, in the moonlight under the light, so that depression, aloof, yet warm. You follow the moonlight and I smiled rujierzhi. You and I together in the cherry bloom, you see, there is a cherry red. You said, “go, I will take it to you.” I said: “it is the north of the red?” So you full of warmth with my singing, take me to dance, take me to wander in such as water in the moonlight, I lightly in the cherry blossoms of incense, took me walking in the beautiful hills.
Well, you come, all right? Take me to the very far place. At the end there will be no hills, see the hills in the end will not cherry, cherry blossoms in the end will not in tilting moment between diffuse you and me, you and me in the end will not at the top of the sea of clouds and co singing, jointly dance. Originally, the world is so small. Small to you and me, in a dream to stay can meet.
Or, go to the field. To the scenery of nature.
Spring, see the tree green, see the grass sprout, see the flower fragrance, the swallow flew back to see. Summer, look at the blue sky and white clouds, watching butterflies flying, watching the fish swimming, watching the birds singing. Look at the leaves, autumn, maple and red, see wheat fragrance, see fruitful. Winter, see snow, see rime crystal, see the smoke curl upwards, to see that all over the mountains and plains of the white, like you and me tenderness feelings, with the sun and the moon with the brilliant, and heaven and earth with the shortage of old.
However, the time is relentless, but the appearance is no longer. Years have the mark, but the voice has changed. Preexistence, from flowering to Xie helpless flowering, cannot do without the wind until it. Life, cannot do without the great sadness to meet the world, cannot do without pain.
Originally, the world is so small. As small as a dream, I can meet you. As small as a turn, I can see your smile. To a small back, I can remember your hair. Small to one of the four seasons, a reincarnation, I was as if walking through the lifetime, and you rub shoulders, and your arm, and you die.
Originally, the world is so small. Those who say that the solemn, obviously already fluttering want to fall, clearly has disappeared, and I clearly is no longer cry, clearly has been trying to forget, but you suddenly turn, back suddenly, suddenly smiled said to me: “OK?”
So life’s invitation to re bloom at the time of the shore, and bursting into Tianchang the tree the most arrogant Gaisang, standing in the dream of the ferry, waiting for you, waiting for me, waiting for the old, the together waiting for the childhood promise.
I do not want the world so big, the horizon is too far, no matter how to trek, are not up to your shore. I don’t like so much of the world, the Cape is too far away, all the time of my life, can not fly to your waves.
A myth is just a legend without reason. No matter how the time went by, no matter how the years change, regardless of how to face changes, regardless of samsara how removed, no matter how you smile but don’t look back, no matter how she graceful tenderness, such as water, I only wish to stand in the original horizon, see flowers or if the original fragrance, watching the wind or if initial cool, watching raindrops as they also worried about initially want to read, look at the cloud, or if you my initial appearance.
The world is so big, you want to go and see. The world is so small, I would go to prison.
Any love don’t leave a little suspense
When any story of injured people, suspense, sad pain, difficult to understand, like a colorful balloons, I haven’t seen it have already disappeared not see. I haven’t seen your face just feel I see good uncomfortable, but has left in the heart of suspense.
If is a very beautiful love, always yearning to break away, but always in reality had to put down.
But I always like this, the in the mind has a lot of things lingering in my heart, in the eyes of the left deep in the past, is not more ordinary experience pain in the heart, that when to say to a person to listen to it? And how do I express my lingering thoughts? I know a person more or less have a story, so many years I buried in my heart, never free a lingering thought, a lot of things, has been forgotten, torture has been dull, I have left a lot of suspense. But what can this explain?
Until the real thing to put down? Reluctant, what is it? And how much love it, give up, you a facial expression on behalf of a lot of things, familiar with. Warm memories of the past love cannot bear to think of the past, people know but do not know. How long will it take to get a good heart? Can go down to find a bosom friend. The obstacles of the mind, put down everything
I sometimes the mind will want to “revenge” someone, soul suffering, disappointment, pain, confusion. If a person to make me hurt, I would like to life are not willing to see the same people, I am more beautiful, more afraid to get…
Anger of cause and effect, and sometimes revenge is determined to put down, to find better, everything just like before, and sometimes painful, tears, finished, the heart can put down a good. I was just so, alone the lived a, pain, not sad not happy, indifferent, disappointed there is sadness, endless, sometimes persistent. No way, just like finishing thoughts, the whole is not over, the reason is not clear, I was chaos, as, put it down, all put down, with it.
If thoughts become a suspense, I advise you to put down everything.
[the last love letter] you gave me the most happy memories
When I met you, you are still a spotless girl, and I was one of the most common youth. Met you, perhaps you are sentimental and that beautiful face attracts me, so, I will love you in silence, watching you…… Until the day a minute of the past…… Remember the young love, is pure like, is like you have never said to you, just like in the day you are looking at you, quietly watching your little sad, laugh, and you know your little bit. At that time always want to hope that you can see my one eye, say a word, but not so much for you to see my one eye, say a word. Because I just hope that I can still love you silently, I do not want to be disturbed, but also afraid of being you know, found…… So sometimes I always think, perhaps because fate let me in this vast sea of people see a you, but perhaps you my fate is not enough to let me and you do not say, not enough to let me and you together, not enough to let you like you like me. Perhaps this is the world’s farthest distance…… Let me only in this world to continue the desolate and deserted, but also worried that, perhaps one day you will become another not belong to me”…… But we are giving each other the most happy memories, let us all remember each other.
Quiet time flowing, how many storms, in a few years, I meet with you the opportunity is very few, perhaps I do not deserve to see you, perhaps you already have their own life, love you, still on the bottom of my heart, don’t want to just want to silently hide forever…… Now think of those years, although not to meet with you, but you still silently watching the news, because you can remember the news to be happy for a long time, after a long time is long, lonely and sad, love you not only increase. Perhaps until now, you do not know, do not know that there was a man like you so long……
Although we met a very short time, but it is my best happy memories, because at that time we were together, how happy, happy, ah, although we are not necessarily together, but these happy memories, is my most happy memories. Do not know if this is not your best memories? Perhaps too.
When we are together, like you, afraid of losing your message……
Maybe you just like the beautiful morning, can beauty to a whole day, but I only like the evening watching you shed beautiful sunlight, in the night dream…… And my heavy dew tears and deeper the night, maybe you are the night sky bright stars, and I but how also can not touch your light. Perhaps a long time later, I can only in my memory to meet you, perhaps you can only in my memory…… I hope I can forget the whole world will not forget you
Because I like you very much. I love you very much……
I think I can never escape the fate of torture, will find in my world you don’t see, but never expect you to appear in one day in the lives of others, and you and I eventually even passing have no chance…… And you’re still living a good, even better, and I’m still…… I can only take these happy memories as my happy memories. Remember the little things we together. Happy sad.
When we meet again, you still have to see you when the beautiful, I still look at you, and you have more than one person. I can also put the original young and ignorant at this time, and you can meet in a simple, simple greeting, just looking at you when I have some impulse, want to ask, do you know that there is a world I love you. And in the end I was willing to put that love in their hearts, let him forever engraved…… Now I look at with him in a very happy, I still put the impulse to suppress, in the heart silently blessing you can live happily, and we in together time I take it as my best happy memories is good, of course, I hope you don’t forget our time together. Although we are not together, but still hope you can remember.Our love makes me grow a lot.
Perhaps this is my young time for me that a result, or you can not see, perhaps I do not want you to see, I end my youth, from now on, I am no longer young…… Now I am no longer young, but I will remember my best happy memories, happy memories of you have me. At that time, we were so happy, but now it is only a memory.