Still as usual, slowly out the door, walking slowly on the street, not caring about the wind, not caring about the surroundings, seeing only what I want to see in my eyes, thinking about what I want to see, everything has nothing to do with me, I am just walking, letting time pass by me, for a long time, I remembered that I should turn back, when I turned back, I had disappeared in the next corner.
family
Walking towards the light, towards the clear sky, the temperature under the shadow, as if there was not much gap with my hometown, for a moment, I felt that I was walking on the familiar path of my hometown, or the gust of wind, playing with the hair in front of my forehead, itching, I faced the gust of wind, into the depths of time, into the depths of memory, when I stepped out of the shadows, the sudden noise pulled me back to reality, the feeling of loss, like a tide drowning me, I was drowning, I could not save myself, I could not even shout, and then sank.
Nasty feelings, when the temperature drops, repeat once a day, I avoid walking into the shadows, I want the sun, burning the fragility of the heart, burning it to ashes, the fragility of the heart is like ten thousand years of cold ice, even if you are the head of the sun, but it is also difficult to melt, she hides in the dark, inadvertently, gives you a fatal blow, makes your eyes empty, makes your thoughts out of the body, makes you sleep and eat.
Distant hometown, has become synonymous with cold ice, He Xie, since leaving home, the hometown will only be winter, a moment of cold on the heart, the home that makes people obsessed with the warmth, more on the heart, that is three feet of cold ice, can not be frozen warmth, not fierce, when encountering three feet of cold ice, but can melt three feet of cold ice instantly, not as hot as the sun, but more powerful than the sun.
The wind of my hometown, wrapped in a long-lost chill, pounced on me, and there was rice cooked by my mother in the wind, and there were fruits planted by my grandfather in the wind.
For a moment, I touched the gust of wind, I felt home in front of my eyes, my mother was in the kitchen, beckoning the family to come to dinner, the scene in front of me was familiar and strange, the eyes were red, I sucked my nose, I walked forward, when I was about to reach the table, the scene in front of me suddenly dissipated, and I staggered forward to grasp this picture, but after all, it was still an empty, warm within reach, but it was the end of the world.
I don't understand why the separation of the world is always so long, but the reunion is so short, since the reunion is so short, but why is it so unforgettable, trance I remember the time when I slept at home, the kind of laziness and comfort that has never been felt before, in the memory, there is no place to feel except at home.
Probably because of homesickness, people become vulnerable and vulnerable.
rain
Some people feel the rain, some people just get wet. I stood deep in the wilderness, I stood in the crevices of the upper floors, I passed the rain, embraced the rain, kissed the rain, and drizzled down the ends of my hair, slid over my cheeks, past the corners of my mouth, along my jaw, and fell into the arms of my shirt.
I love the rain, but I prefer to run in the rainstorm, to feel in the light rain, the rain at other times, there are umbrellas, there are eaves. The rainstorm tempered the body, ran like crazy, I want to tell it, I am more enthusiastic than it, more passionately love the human world under my feet, some people say that I am like a madman, no, I just fell in love, a world that cannot be seen; walking in the light rain, feeling the tenderness given by heaven and earth, blurring the world little by little, letting it drip into the eyes, washing the filth in the eyes, pure tenderness, in the fast food society, it is particularly important, it is the tenderness of healing a lifetime.
In those years, the rain that fell on the heart was covered with mold, and some people said that they needed to take the heart out to dry, I was partial, I wanted to rain again, let her grow, because the moldy place, there is already life, one day, they will grow into a tree, so that the heart has a place to hide.
There was also a moment, across the glass, close to the end of the world, out of reach, I will not remember every rain, but I know that they have come, they are speechless, but they are gentler than anyone.
wind
Where there is home, there is wind, where there is rain, there is wind, this gust of wind seems to have never changed, it has always followed me, no matter where I am, he will always come to me in the most surprising way. Occasionally like a naughty egg, scratching the freshly organized hair, sometimes tender and intoxicating, slightly lifting the hair in front of your forehead and circling around you.
The evening wind fell drunk in her arms, and I watched the sunset, a little sinking, just like the tenderness of love, she gently told, the strange things that came along the way, gradually she was sleepy, and she returned to heaven and earth, and I could only look forward to the next reunion.
Ink color can not embellish your tenderness, will only pollute your purity, you are free, always free, walk through spring, across summer, send away autumn, usher in winter, you have never changed, always so flawless, I will always yearn for you, deep love.
There is always a moment when our distance is zero, the end of the world, within reach; there is also a moment when you are in the distance, I am in another country, close to the end of the world, untouchable.
Home, rain, wind, a lifetime of attachment. This attachment has a time limit until the end of my life, and if there is a next life, then do a wind.