You were childish, printed in my pupils. That all the way windy, driving around, the roadside wild chrysanthemums in full bloom, poplar straight for you and me to stand guard, the farmhouse home-brewed wine, tomatoes in the vegetable garden, both sides of the green-blue hillside, the ancient green brick houses, undoubtedly we walk hand in hand through the most indestructible friendship.
The road said to you, you still fell into the choice. You asked me the distant mountain lights, is not also living in the house, you said wait until later, also want to live with me in that light. A drop slipped from the corner of my eye and fell on the left side of your cheek. You asked me what I was crying for, and I said may the world be kind enough to keep our hands from breaking free for the rest of our lives. You dried the corners of my eyes for me, unwilling to say what you were really thinking.
That riverbank was renovated several times, and the traces of you and me were scrubbed by the river. Rows of greenery just dropped yellow leaves, gusts of Xu wind blew away the residual heat, fewer and fewer people bought watermelons, square dancing amahs also put on their coats, I reached out and pulled you who were full of sadness. You asked me if we could be here forever, and I said we would leave together tomorrow morning. It was a tearful memory, the rain that spread to the collapse of the tear ducts, soaking my sparse eyelashes, and the riverbank that row of upright poplars:......
The sudden strangeness and crowding has left us with many inconveniences and discomforts. You asked me if this is the way things always are in the world, and I said that even if it's unpleasant, you have to learn to blend in and enjoy it. You said you don't really like this kind of world, can you return to your hometown? Immediately afterward, you finally jumped out of the question of choice and regained the blue sky and white clouds that belonged to you. And I, through the ice flowers on the car window, painted on your smile, turned out your number, but at this moment is absolutely out of place. At that time, I have been slowly accustomed to solitude, the winding path through the secluded place, a song of sadness in the dark. Once again see the wild chrysanthemum bloom, is so monotonous, and the world out of place; poplar fall out of the leaves, and I am as lonely standing in the wind; farmhouse home-brewed wine, it looks bitter, how difficult to drink it; vegetable garden tomatoes, fell all over the ground, how do I pick up; both sides of the green-blue slopes, rustic brick houses, full of cobwebs, not a little popularity, it is estimated to have long been vacant! The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
Previously pulling your hand, will be due to wrist acid and let go. Now stand in the square lift your head, or will see the same cloud, even so a little cloud, it is worth me to ponder half a day. The sudden downpour is the scenery I must go to enjoy, if you are there, I must tease you, you see this heavy rain is like me and you, come in force to break into each other's world, a quick battle, and then disappeared without a trace, without a trace.
No matter what the future holds, no matter what the world has become, I still love the world, even though the world is not so beautiful, even though you can't be around. If you have to ask me the meaning of life, I think it is probably to have you.
I have never thought about what the world is going to be like, what the end is going to be like, and now it seems that accepting this reality is the best choice.
The life of a human being is longer than imagined. To make you live as happy as possible, if I can not do, then as far as possible not to bother, others can make you happy, if others also can not, so that you are not happy at least you clean someone to accompany. And I live not too far away, if you have the need, I am always on call, if you do not need, do not need, then I, that, I have to learn to be happy!