Are you OK in the distance

Feng, are you okay in the distance? Since you left, I don’t remember how many times I walked alone in this lonely Street. The dim street lamp pulled the shadow of pedestrians stubbornly for a long time. On both sides of the road, there were still huge cold billboards, on which the wind made a low sigh. Occasionally there are sweet lovers walking hand in hand on the roadside. I dare not stop or stare at them because I am afraid of thinking about our past again. The wind passing by filled my sleeves again and again, the fallen leaves blown by the season were scattered and flying in my vision, and those drifting leaves climbed up my instep again and again, but I only left the indifferent lost direction. The Long Street seems to be stubbornly extended to the endless end of darkness. Feng, without your company, I can only wander in such a street over and over again, looking for the light in my heart. Not far away, a cake shop was shining with warm light. I walked in, holding a cup of coffee, sitting in front of the huge French window, looking up at the stars in the night sky like flowers. This is our first date, Feng, do you still remember? Here, you used to smile and gently wipe off the cake scraps at the corners of my mouth; Here, you used to line up for me for several hours waiting for a plate of cake, just because that is my favorite taste; Here, you once held my stubborn stars, and then waited for me to fall asleep and gently put on my coat. Feng, do you know? There are too many memories here. Here, I can throw it away and cry with no scruple. Looking at the empty seat you used to sit on the opposite side, I often wonder if we were so happy and sweet that we all ignored the trace of time. Until an angel sent out a good but cruel reminder: everyone has a share in a happy runway, and you can’t stay! On the eve of Valentine’s Day, you took my hand to watch the fireworks show. It was very cold, but your hands oozed thin sweat. I noticed something strange, but I was silly and didn’t know what went wrong. Countless fireworks spread all over the sky, like enchanting flowers, filling the whole vision. She was in full bloom with a decadent flower and spread rapidly. She was burning in despair and anger in the sky. The light was burning, and the cold was almost gone, annihilating into the dust. At last, only the boundless wind and the long and desolate night were fixed. At that moment, I saw the panic in your eyes, but I couldn’t figure out what you were thinking. The weird night seems to take you away. In your eyes, fate churned up and down in a posture of reincarnation, branded in my dim and misty pupils. Heart, suddenly began to panic. After watching the fireworks, you suddenly said you wanted to drink. I said yes. Sitting in front of the table, you drink one cup after another, and your pale face makes people feel distressed. I stretched out my hand to grab your glass, but you held my hand and kept saying sorry. I was surprised and comforted you, Feng, you have never done anything sorry to me. Don’t say that good or bad. You ignore it and continue to whisper, why is it like this? Why can’t it be cured? I don’t understand what you are talking about, but the sudden blank heart makes people scared. You kept talking over and over again. I held you and cried wildly until you were drunk and unconscious. Sleepless all night, the ticking of the clock seemed to pass through the heart, and then disappeared into the darkness without any trace, just as euphemistic as never existed. Three days later, you went to Japan, a country full of cherry blossoms. You didn’t say anything, leaving only an envelope. There was only a big smiling face on the letter paper of nuoda, and your beautiful and messy signature was at the place of the inscription. I knew your illness from the teacher, and I called to reprimand you for your concealment. You just said softly that you didn’t want to worry about it, and then I would go back to see you after the illness was cured. I kept your promise and counted the days stubbornly. Gradually our call time became shorter and shorter. Your voice began to become blurred in the air, and finally only the distant and empty voice remained. I called your name at the end of the phone, and my tears began to drop down, but I couldn’t hear your reply any more. You were abruptly pulled away from my life, and everything seemed like a lifetime. Heart, no more pain. At that moment, my heart was filled with coldness, and all thoughts and pains were stagnant, blocking all hopes. Feng, you have broken your promise. You have cruelly taken away the beautiful future we once outlined together, and also taken away all the sunshine in my life. Your life was fixed in the season of cherry blossoms all over the sky, but you left me forever and entered the cycle of time. As you said, you became a twinkling star in the sky. But, Feng, do you know? What a big problem have you left for me? There are thousands of stars in the sky. I am afraid that I will never find you again. After a midnight dream, your shadow is everywhere in your mind, your gentle eyes, the corners of your mouth, and your cool posture that you always put your hands in your trouser pocket. My mood began to churn, and my eyes were suddenly messy. I shook my head hard and walked to the balcony alone in my pajamas. In the dark sky, those pure elves blinked without any trace, like small Gardenia blossoming in the splash-ink sky, like the most gorgeous fireworks, flying and shining. Maple, is the brightest one you? Flying like the stars of the most heavy snow in the remote mountains, I suddenly forgot all the words. In this way, I sat on the balcony with my arms clasped, looking at the distant starlight, thinking of all the past about us and all the unpredictable endings. The passing of time and time is irreversible, but no matter how broken or disappearing it is, it is constantly blocked, and the essence of life is actually fragile. Feng, in the days without you, I like to stay quietly in the library, sit at the table we once sat, and read the books we once turned over together. I held my breath and recalled desperately until the bloody canyang coated the transparent glass window with a layer of light red, reflecting on the ground, leaving a clear view of sadness. Only then did I find that my eyes were already burning and painful, and my mood also seemed to be lost and misty in the twilight reflected by orange and blue-green. It’s not that I don’t know my stubbornness and ridicule, but I’m more afraid. Once I let go, the past will burst into pieces of debris immediately, even if I hold the fragmentary chips of memory tightly, but I can never find the past I once had. No forget indifferent give up. No Miss indifferent parting. Our track is like a beautiful opportunity. Once, just once. However, time and time cannot be reproduced. Looking at the big smiling face in your letter, turn on the sound, and the familiar melody flows slowly: suddenly dread to think silence of the past and effort collection regret now don’t want brave don’t want too strong watch love it old appearance think too lonely live in no place here for you although days very blue heart is cold I am too lonely your happiness in other places is not as simple as imagined, how are you doing in the distance? I don’t know whether the sunshine over there is also soft and affectionate, and whether the cassia trees over there are as fragrant. It turns cold, remember to take good care of yourself. I think it is time to sort out the chaotic thoughts. Because there are still too many things to be cherished, too many past events to be precipitated, and too many stories to be told to others. Let them live in warm and humid hearts and gradually blossom blurred flowers. They need to be recorded in time and space, floating and lingering, with traces of water flowing through. Don’t try to persuade me to forget, just let us keep this feeling, warm, how good

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