Blessings sent to the home of the soul

At that summer dusk 40 years ago, your light figure came into my view, and your beautiful and meaningful fragrance printed into my heart. When we met for the first time, your beautiful and slightly melancholy eyes made my heart tremble, and you seemed to flash a little panic. This is a kind of familiar surprise and a tacit understanding of Reunion in the past life. Just like the moment Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu first met. Soon after another summer evening, we met at the willow branch next to the campus with a heart-to-heart connection. They all held textbooks, but couldn’t read a word. Without language communication, I dare not look up at each other, but I feel that my eyes are meeting with my eyes. The murmuring sound of running water in Zijiang accompanied our beating heart, like a beautiful and gorgeous serenade. From then on, we often met here, sitting on the stone bench several meters next to each other, watching the sunset glow on the Sky silently, listening to the endless waves of Zijiang River, and feeling the warmth and beauty of the heart. At that time, the 16-year-old boy and girl certainly didn’t understand love, but knew how to experience the panic and sweetness of inner love. At dusk, Yi Ren is on the side, showing the youthful feelings like poems and songs. The teacher commented on the composition “Zijiang Xi singing” I wrote in class, praising the beautiful style of writing and criticizing the sentiment of petty bourgeoisie. On the bank of Xixia River, the Spring heart started to move, which was naturally inappropriate in that era. I was trained with shame on my face. I looked up and was looking at your concerns with shame and joy. At that moment, we understood each other. During the summer vacation, we came to the county seed farm to support farmers. Harvest golden yellow and sprinkle green under the scorching sun, and make the shrimp which is ripe and thoroughly dried into a monkey that can’t stand the waist. When the sun was setting, we were hungry like a group of hungry wolves pounced on the canteen. I rushed to the front, grabbed a bowl of the sharpest steamed pork from the steaming steamer for our group, and ran to the table with a grin and put it down. My hands were shaking and crying, the group of friends who made the deskmate laugh happily. You handed me a handkerchief when everyone didn’t pay attention and said softly: wipe your hands quickly. My heart became hot, and the pain disappeared. After wiping the greasy claws, I handed the handkerchief back to you. When you stretched out your hand to pick it up, I flashed my mind and put it into my waist belt. You are stunned, two red clouds flying on your cheek. I gave you a bad smile. You gave me a white eye, but the Red Cloud was thicker and more beautiful. In the blink of an eye, the autumn wind is cool, and the maple leaves are dyed red. Our days become memories every day in the light of mutual understanding and love. Still go to see the sunset photos along the river bank together, listen to the sound of the Tao, and mix the products Senz. The students seemed to see the clue and began to laugh at us. When the red clouds on your face drift away, the faint shyness in your deep eyes gradually replaces the faint melancholy. We sat by the River no longer silent and said some topics about study or classmates from time to time. I asked where your home is and why you didn’t go home on weekends. A sly smile on your face said, don’t tell you, you are in a hurry! Then the topic turned around and asked me with concern why I went home every weekend instead of taking a ferry to cross the river. I also learn your tone to answer, don’t tell you, you are so anxious! So we all laughed. After laughing, you said, look at you swimming over Zijiang with your clothes on your head, but you are not allowed to swim again in the future! I asked why, your tone suddenly became a bit overbearing: No, no, no, I will report to the teacher again! Scared me hurriedly agreed. In late autumn, the chill gradually rises. Suddenly, you stopped coming to the river and couldn’t wait for you for several days, feeling a little uneasy in panic. I am embarrassed to ask you in the classroom, feeling that melancholy has returned to your eyes, and it is getting thicker and thicker. Finally, I couldn’t help blocking you at the door after class and asked you in a low voice what’s wrong. You looked at me sadly and answered, sorry, I have to leave tomorrow. My heart sank: why? You asked in a low voice, will you see me off tomorrow? I nodded silently. The next day we sent you to the school gate. At this time, I already know that you have severe nephritis and need to take a break from school for treatment. Your thin face is full of tears in your melancholy eyes, but you can’t say a word when looking at us. I met your eyes, my heart choked, and it took me half a day to squeeze out a sentence: still, will you come back? You nodded silently, tears blossomed into tears, and two streams flowed on your cheeks. Seeing you walking away with your father, I suddenly found that you haven’t told me where your home is. I want to catch up with you and ask you, but my two legs cannot move like lead. Only watching your figure disappear. Since then, there has been no news from you. From then on, I became more and more silent when I was introverted. From then on, the separation between you and me has become farewell forever! Many years later, thanks to Comrade Xiaoping’s return to resume the college entrance examination. I entered the university campus from an educated youth who had just returned to the city from the vast world to become the lucky one of the times. I went back to my hometown in the first summer vacation, and one day I met a high school classmate in the crowded and noisy street of the county. During the chat, he suddenly mentioned you and asked me if I knew your story. I shook my head and smiled indifferently and said, should she marry as a wife? The old classmate looked abrupt and rebuked: You still liked her at that time, but you didn’t understand her at all! Tell you, she ——- dead! I am like a thunder, and my mind is stagnant. From the old schoolmate’s narration, I knew that you, who had a hard life, ended your love of flowers so early. That year, you took a break from school and went home to cure the disease. Half a year later, you basic cured. You asked your parents to go back to school to continue their studies, but his father said he would rest for a while. You are confused, but you can’t resist it. Until one day, Father took you to see a young man and his parents, you didn’t understand that Father wanted you to marry. You insist on not following, saying that you are still young and have to read. Father said that it is useless for a daughter to read so many books. His father is the secretary of the commune, and you have enjoyed endless blessings when you married. You packed up your luggage and prepared to run away. The furious father slapped you in the face and locked you in the boudoir with a iron locks. That afternoon, no one knew how you spent the last few hours of your life. When your parents came back from work at dusk, you found that you hung your young body on the beam. You left. No words left. You left. But I don’t know, when you said goodbye to life, did you think of me and the Xixia on the river? You left. I don’t believe you are timid. I think you are too strong, firm and easy to fold. So you would rather leave than compromise. In the past 40 years, with a flick of my fingers, I had dyed cream on my temples when I was a teenager. Many people and things have been lost in the vicissitudes of time. The scene when you and I met each other and knew each other, but it was always wrapped in my heart, just like yesterday. That was the first love between you and me, a first love without confession, no oath of eternal love and no love. You and I know what you and I think. Perhaps this is the cause of your tragedy, making you choose to die alone. I remember one year when I came to us to watch the sunset glow together and listen to Jiang Tao’s willow branch, the Willow Silk was green, and Yi Ren was gone. The stone bench of that year was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by a green belt with REDLEAF flowers. Several children shuttled between them and enjoyed it. There are also three or two campus lovers sitting on the ground, intimate. In a trance, your red clouds are shallow, your eyes are bright, and your light figure is fleeting. I am chasing and calling, but I can’t catch up with your errant lightness. I can hear your silvery laughter: I won’t tell you, I am in a hurry! My heart trembled, and your erratic figure immediately hid away. I saw the children chasing and playing among the flowers. If there is a life, maybe everything will come back. If I had confessed earlier, maybe you wouldn’t bear the weight of life alone. If you and I were born 20 years later, maybe we would stay together happily until we are old. However, everything may just be possible. Your departure may be a relief, but it keeps me here and I miss you lonely. I don’t believe there is heaven and hell after people die. But I believe that people have souls. In these years, where did your soul perching and where is your home? Is there a sunset glow and a fishing boat singing late? If so, who will accompany you to enjoy the beautiful scenery? I don’t believe that life has an afterlife. But I hope so. At first sight, you always feel deja vu, as if you had a predestined relationship in a previous life, and meeting is to renew the front. Will you and I meet again after a hundred years? If there is, I swear I will never misplace your hand again! All this is only if. What I can really do is to wish you rest in your soul home in my heart. I don’t know if you can receive this blessing? Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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