Just like a love letter

In October 22, 1991, this was a poem written by boy Tianyi to girl Yufeng 23 years ago. Tianyi deliberately inlaid their names in the poem, but Yufeng didn’t care. At that time, Yufeng thought that God’s will was written casually and jokingly. Out of courtesy, he took over the letter of the poem written from God’s hand and looked at the Signature. Unexpectedly, he also stamped the seal of God’s will. Oh, just a meal, so much attention! Then put a plug into a martial arts novel, which is more than 20 years old. Yufeng grew up with me and went to school together. He was my best friend. She is 1.5 meters tall, slim, double eyelid, long face, white and tender skin, two long braids tip of a plait are always tied together, laughing like Mona Lisa, is a girl walking in the street with a high rate of return. Men get married, women get married. Yufeng got married happily and began to indulge in a warm atmosphere. However, with the birth of his daughter, Yufeng’s life became more and more difficult because his family attached great importance to boys and girls, as a result, the relationship between the couple is becoming weaker and weaker, so that they have nothing to say. In 1990, Yufeng went to a training class of a college in Nanjing to study and issue. At this time, the rain Maple felt like a bird flying out of the cage, finally a little free. In his spare time, I walked alone in the smoky rain in Jiangnan. Under the dim street lamp, I couldn’t help drawing out my thoughts and sighed: heaven! What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this? The heart-wrenching pain passes through every nerve in the body of rain Maple, allowing rain and tears to flow until the whole body is numb. When Yufeng opened his eyes, heaven smiled and said: are you awake? Yufeng asked in surprise: where is this? Tianyi replied: this is a boys’ dormitory in a certain college. Yufeng looked at many unfamiliar faces and said quickly: Sorry, I went back to my dormitory. Tianyi sent Yufeng out of the dormitory door and said: Several people in our dormitory went out to play last night. On the way back at about ten o’clock, I saw you lying unconscious beside a sycamore tree, I don’t know who you are, so I will take you back to the dormitory and wait for you to wake up. It turns out that you are in the same school with us. That’s great. At this time, the night was near desolation. This is how Yufeng and God knew each other. Tianyi is a junior student in the art department. Yufeng is studying in the training class. When there is no class, two people often go out for a walk at night. In Yufeng’s eyes, Heaven is a handsome, humorous and responsible boy; In the eyes of Heaven, Yufeng is a gentle and kind, quiet and simple girl with a smile. It is common sense to live for a long time. Yufeng and God care about each other, but no one mentioned anything about feelings. On a Sunday night, Heaven invited Yufeng to dinner, and Yufeng arrived as promised. God thought for a long time, and the words that pressed on his mind must be said to Yufeng this evening. It is inevitable that his heart will jump when he sees Yufeng, so I don’t know. Maybe this is the feeling of falling in love with someone. Yufeng is even more uneasy, afraid that God will fall in love with himself, or he will fall in love with God, or he will tell God frankly about his marriage and having children tonight. Yufeng didn’t have no chance to tell God that she got married and had children. She was afraid that telling him would affect the good mood between two people, and maybe God would disappear from her sight. Anyway, Yufeng didn’t want to hide anything from God’s will, so when eating, he took the initiative to show his daughter’s photo to God’s will. After looking at God’s will, he asked: Is this a picture of you when you were a child? Yufeng smiled and said: No, this is a photo of my three-year-old daughter. God thought there was a cold air in his heart, but on the surface he could not see any unhappiness, and said: Your daughter is so cute and looks exactly like you. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be more and more dignified. There was a silence, and God thought: the word I love you in my heart can only be put in my stomach, maybe forever. Some people say that love should be said out loud, but this kind of love is to destroy a family, which is also a kind of ideological burden for Yufeng. God thought again: Yufeng must have noticed that I had that kind of emotion towards her, so he took out the photo of his daughter and refused gently, so that I wouldn’t get into too deep. In the dead of night, Yufeng was relieved, but worried about the feeling of God’s will. Worried about whether God’s will talk happily with himself as before endless night the past, thinking about it and falling asleep. The idea of heaven is to fall asleep over and over. As soon as you close your eyes, the slender shadow of rain maple and Mona Lisa’s smile appear. The Buddha is poured into your body like a record, fixed in your mind and passed through the tunnel of time and space; it is also like a long thorn deeply stuck in the soft heart, stabbing every nerve from time to time. There is no difference between destiny and fate. This is what God wants to do to people. When Yufeng and Heaven met again, they were as usual as if nothing had happened, but they knew it well. When God wants to come, as long as Yufeng can often walk, see the scenery and chat with himself before the end of his study, it is enough. He dare not expect anything else. Therefore, there were four unforgettable footprints and laughter lingering in Zhongshan mausoleum, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, Confucius Temple, Xuanwu Lake and Qinhuai River. Sometimes when God sees pleasant scenery, easel will be set up, making the beautiful scenery eternal on his drawing board. Yufeng looked at the way of God’s concentration and often ask about health, which could be said to be considerate, and there were layers of ripples in his heart. Sometimes I was moved with tears streaming down my face, making God feel confused and anxious to ask: What’s the matter, did I make you angry or uncomfortable? Yufeng didn’t say anything but kept crying. After crying, it would clear after the rain. In fact, there are many times that Yufeng wants to talk about his experiences and pains to God. However, women’s nature is full of love, thinking of a three-year-old daughter in a distant family, yufeng can only bury his mind deeply and hide his true feelings deeply. Time flies so fast. More than a year has passed unconsciously, and Yufeng’s study is about to expire. At the time of separation, God sent Yufeng to the station and took out a piece of letter from his pocket. The poem at the beginning was written on the letter. A meal, in fact, Yufeng once said, after the separation, if you are destined to meet again, you must invite God to have a meal, maybe it is a polite saying, but God is the real thing, perhaps this meal is full of deep expectation for God’s will. Otherwise, how can God’s will be expressed in the form of poetry. There was a dream clearly in that poem, but Yufeng didn’t want this dream to enter the heart of heaven. However, is there no dream for Yufeng in that letter poem? If not, why has Yufeng been collected for so many years? In fact, in Yufeng’s heart, that poem is a priceless treasure, a beautiful past, a future agreement, a Miss certificate and a spiritual sustenance, A bond between God and will. Countless sleepless nights, countless times of pain, Yufeng put that poem on her chest, as if there was an infinite force supporting her; Or there was a painted screen, which showed the beautiful scenes in front of her. Just when Yufeng came back from studying in Nanjing, her husband resolutely proposed to divorce Yufeng. In order not to hurt her daughter’s young heart, Yufeng was unwilling to divorce. However, one night soon, Yufeng took his daughter for a walk and looked along the direction her daughter called her father. She saw her husband and another woman supporting a little boy who could just walk, only then did Yufeng understand everything. Yufeng, a girl with pure heart, a gentle and virtuous wife and a hardworking and capable mother, was rejected by the family and abandoned by her husband just because she gave birth to a girl. What is heaven’s reason?! Four Seasons, wax and wane, God gave himself to the painting career, devoted his efforts to every painting, rubbed Love into darkstory, and was a successful painter, he is a respectable professor. However, his love still stayed in the former tunnel, and he would think of rain Maple, rain Maple’s smile and the poem given to rain Maple. Imagine whether Yufeng can understand the meaning in the poem and imagine when he can meet Yufeng. Especially in rainy days, thoughts and loneliness accumulate with the long rain and then penetrate into the ground. When maple leaves are red, when maple leaves are fluttering and falling one after another, I only hope that a maple leaf can make that deep, the constant love of life passes to rain Maple. However, it has been two or ten years since I thought about time from my fingertips, but the news is still ethereal. The dreams of the south of the Yangtze River fall all over the ground, the frost of the south of the Yangtze River is dyed with fragrance and white sideburns. It’s just a meal. Yufeng really intends to cheat, no! This is Providence. It is not easy for Yufeng and his daughter to live together and bring up their daughter alone. According to her daughter’s hobby of painting since she was young, Yufeng carefully guided her, and finally he was admitted to the painting major of a university. This may have some meaning for Yufeng. Some people say that as long as you have a persistent heart, a firm belief and a colorful dream, there must be a beautiful scenery in your life; there must be a seven-color rainbow hanging over your head. Isn’t it? Three years ago, Yufeng accompanied his daughter to Shanghai to watch the exhibition. Just entering the exhibition hall, the paintings on them surprised Yufeng. It turned out to be a personal exhibition of God. At this time, Yufeng’s heart was in the middle of nowhere. He was not in the mood to enjoy the paintings, but her daughter shouted softly: Mom, look, these paintings are very like you, no, it’s you! Yufeng prevaricated her daughter incoherently, recalling a face at the opening ceremony, as if he was so familiar. God didn’t change much, but he didn’t know that Yufeng also came to his exhibition, because some people invited by friends didn’t know him. Yufeng couldn’t care about anything. He stood on tiptoe and opened his eyes to search in the crowd. When standing in front of God, God said nothing, just hugged the rain Maple tightly, and let tears drop on the shoulder of the rain Maple, which surprised and puzzled the people in the exhibition hall. I don’t know how long it took until God took Yufeng’s hand to the portrait of Yufeng and said to everyone, “These paintings are the look of this goddess when she was young. Does her smile look like Mona Lisa. Don’t Ask, everyone understands that this is simply a myth. A yellow letter, a wrinkled letter; A poem without the oath of eternal love, a poem without love to death, a rain, Maple, A poem with four words of Heaven, meaning and two people’s names, a poem that looks like a meal owed; There is also a unique signature, which is now like a legend, connecting two people’s hearts into one, no! They never separated. Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

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The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

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One’s unaccustomed

The Autumn in My impression should be very slow and slow, but I left when I had no time to prepare. In the evening when it was going to be dark, my mood suddenly became chaotic. Four years ago and one year ago, I constantly had fierce conflicts, which disturbed memories, reality and life. When I arrived at the Park inexplicably, I found that I didn’t know when I had fallen leaves, telling the autumn. The scattered leaves hang bleak, singing Autumn on the ground will have a tune, isolated and harmonious. Time always passes very fast. The electro-optic Flint class roared by each other, and then brought us to the next page of the book. The familiar city suddenly became so strange and helpless. Then we slowly understand the world we are in, and then the hollow city begins to make noise. However, I can’t let go of the past autumn, the cities, the fallen leaves and the people. Running desperately, trying to run out of those lonely roads, the falling rain and the bleak forest were just in vain. Because they are cruel and endless. Gradually dark. The silent street lamp suddenly shed wigs of dim yellow and patted on the clothes. It seemed that there was a little warm feeling. The night slowly depicts the outline of all objects, with black and white photos covering every city, every street, Every corner. The cold building exudes a vague outline, which is also quiet. I don’t know when the moon suddenly appeared from the dome, floating in front of the window with elegant white light. This month, this day, this photo, I am not sure whether it is still in my memory, or it is just similar. At least, it’s still there. Oh, those autumn days have already been put into the grave. Maybe someone will pay tribute again. I don’t know. If you see the inscription, please tell me, I don’t know their inscription yet. After the morning, maybe, I will visit them and tell them my thoughts.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Willing to carry wind dust

The red dust, just like the road signs occasionally seen by cars passing through the expressway, which should exist but is so necessary there, even unable to touch its cold and heat with a thin touch, only by refreshing with dazzling eyes over and over again, the philosophy is about understanding and the world to be transformed.

This kind of story is happening all the time, so it has evolved into this complicated and simple society. Exaggeration and disguise are the main forces of the red dust. They are intertwined in this way and have no marginal appearance.

Human beings are indeed animals. This is a fact that Darwin can’t change. Eating, drinking, pulling, sleeping and waking up have such a long history, but let our front legs be put on our faces, you can proudly think about all thoughts that you think are so advanced, create magic that history cannot imagine, transform the distance space, and modify some unexpected gifts that do not need to be modified. However, human beings are still mammals, and sometimes even mammals like reptiles. I never consider myself an upright and good person, perhaps in essence, but at least from the perspective of behavior or thought, there is absolutely no elegance. As an ordinary man, or a boy, I have done the basic things that boys should do in high school. In fact, it is quite simple. Smoking, drinking, fighting, skipping classes, and spending the whole night in Internet cafes are also called the necessary conduct for high school students. If you don’t have a memory about these in your high school career, then your life is too monotonous, which is the most convincing thing we can think of to persuade ourselves. During that time, I seemed to belong to laymen, especially to beautiful women, who were ignorant and simple only to teenagers. Later, years taught this group of young boys and girls who rely on young mixed days about how to live in harmony with the world and how to live in harmony with themselves, even if those things are so uncoordinated, restrained or spread all over nothingness. Therefore, there is dust blowing in the wind. This life is full of irregular stones, such a lonely and unbearable person. Therefore, if you have the chance, you will learn to be willing to carry wind and dust. Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…