You don't know, when your season starts, it starts to snow. Walking alone in the bustling street, Ren Xuehua hurried past in front of me, so many embracing lovers, I held my right hand in my left hand, and the coldness infiltrated into my heart little by little. At that moment, I missed you so much.
In your memory, there are always chuckling smiles in the corners of the mouth, two cute little tiger teeth, bright eyes, and the body always has the cool aroma of mint. At that time, you were still a teenager. The basketball bounced in your hands, like candlelight, but as short as it was.
Never thought that you would say you like me, you would put tacky rose arrays downstairs, play guitar, sing old wolf songs, take off your windbreaker when I'm cold, say you enjoy the feeling of wind blowing, you can ride a bicycle For two hours, I put the soup in my arms, handed it to me, said the way, and then showed a shy smile. At that time, the sky was blue, the sky was blue, the lake was clear. Love at that time was simple and pure, like cotton candy, soft, sweet, and happy to the bottom of my heart.
I love you, where are you now?
I like you very much but dare not respond to you. Just pretend to be an inadvertent glance on the basketball court and see if your beloved is there. There are white pigeons flying in the sky, and I really want to make a wish. I hope you can understand. Mid-summer night, lying on the grass, listening to the serenade played by the puppets, spreading out their minds, in the moonlight, the Phoenix-tailed bamboo, the shadow of Sona, the beautiful picture. Hopefully, you are in the picture.
Later, they were finally together. Be as careful as you, and engrave my habits in my heart. With a smile and a smile, my eyes are reflected in your dark eyes. In the days when Gardenia was blooming, you took me on a bicycle and toured every quaint old street in the town, such as butter cakes, refreshments, and pinhe sesame cakes. You laugh, shredded hair shone with a unique sheen in the sun. A white shirt, aqua-blue denim, a silver-grey baseball cap, as happy as fireworks, reflected my night sky.
I love you very much and I am willing to give up the time that you should have learned piano and the clumsy learning to knit scarves. I want to surprise you. Green and green, green and dazzling, just like you. You said that you have been living in a city on the far sea and you want to see the sea. So we said yes, the next snowy day, we will leave the north together, go to the south to see the sea, to see the trees, to see the living world under Haizi's pen, and to see what a landscape painting of the South is.
The years are like a big magic wheel. I don't know what kind of scenery will appear next moment. I have been late, waiting for you in this season on time. You're in another world and you're ready. I don't know how long I have waited, nor how to go back. It turns out that sadness can't express every unhappy emotion. I stood on the subway where people came and went, stretched out my right hand, and used to wait for you to pick me up and respond to me, only air. Dear, you said, you love me, but you are willing to make me so sad.
It's snowing again, and I walk around the crowd around the scarf weaved for you. The climax of leaving people at work drowned me. No one else is my protective wall, sheltering me from the wind and rain, shielding me from all the unhappiness. I'm dressed very thick. It's getting colder without your north. I have no one and can warm up together. Protect yourself, so lonely.
Still waiting for you, it's snow for another year. It is no longer a girl wearing a plaid skirt and a pure white T-shirt. Time has carved the traces of the years on my face. The scarf had a fur ball, and the green color gradually faded. It was gray, like an old photo. Real, but cruel and heartbreaking. At midnight, I couldn't fall asleep, and the role of stability had disappeared. Walking on the dark street, stepping on the clear leaves of the branches of the Indus tree, I suddenly remembered that after you left, the leaves were green and yellow, and it was ten years.
I love you. I am getting married. This is the last time, I silently remember you far away. Leaving the town for 29 years, I went to the south alone. Eager to leave, you've breathed the air leaving your mint smell. Tell yourself over and over, let it pass. The southern country, which has flowers in it, greeted me with a gorgeous snow day. What are you telling me, darling?
I looked up and saw the snow falling, falling on my lonely shoulder, falling on my tear-stained cheek, saying good morning and no longer crying. For ten years, I have been breaking your promise. I'm fine, really nice. However, I am accustomed to missing and accustomed to trace your outline on the yellow wall with my fingers when dreaming back at midnight, remembering you over and over again. To be in love with each other is a blessing. Perhaps our past lives were a pair of sweethearts, so in this life, we are destined to separate. Darling, are you alright in heaven
I would like to present this document to you who are pure and clear, and wish you a precious love in the world. I also hope that in a distant place, my love can warm all those who believe in love. Finally, I wish us all happiness.