"You in the Wind" | text: Hongwei
"Spring is coming, you in the wind"
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Winter to spring, ice and snow melt, the bone-chilling cold gradually drifted away, although the eyes still do not see the willow green and grass buds, but a wisp of spring warmth has been conceived, only waiting for the swallows returning to the south to chirp, it will announce the return of spring to their hometown.
At this time, I stare at you walking in the wind, and a different mood is always accompanied by your gentle steps. Sentimental for you? Look deep into your eyes, which are full of melancholy that the world does not understand. How many hearts are locked in the diary, how many infatuations are woven into dreams, how many stories that are not poured out of people will be buried again in the autumn with the fall of the earth into mud with the fall of season after season, and then with the spring wind breaking the soil and the spring rain growing.
Your eyes, hidden with a faint sadness, reveal the sorrow of the fallen flowers, is it for the melting of winter snow to expose the bald land? Or do you prefer not to embrace the arrival of spring because you don't want to see the poignant beauty of the flowers withering?
Your figure always reminds me of the sedentary look next to the wooden chair under the sunset, a flood of blue water can not be compared with your calmness, the sunset molten gold can not reflect the vicissitudes in your eyes into glory, just look at you from a distance, let people move but do not allow people to move the woman, only the evening soft wind can kiss your white cheeks, whisk your silk hair, you write the days into poetry, filter life into water-like clarity, the accidents outside the window are separated to three feet away, leisurely wandering in their own sky, Even if there is laughter or tears.
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I can only watch you from a distance, because there is an invisible rope that has isolated you from the outside world. Although you are also talking and laughing in the crowd, and you are also witty and full of life, a trace of coldness that is difficult to detect will always be difficult to wave between your one look back and one frown.
I would like to talk with you with enthusiasm, use the most sincere words in my heart to evoke your almost sleeping language, let your old flamboyance reappear, but you are always a shallow smile, the topic at this time has long been gently and implicitly transferred by you, or fashion trends or diet, high talk can be from reality to virtual, that is, there is no you inside.
I know that you are avoiding, avoiding some past that you do not want to talk about, everyone has a past that they do not want to open, no wind will also shudder, speechless will also make the heart flutter, in exchange for their own may also choose to be speechless.
Appreciate your hands and feet, as if you like yourself, read your slightly sad words, find your own footprints in it, that is, your loneliness, cold arrogance has also become a strange beauty, maybe you will not know, many years ago you were my confidant, we do not need to urge the knees, nor do we have to rejoice like a close friend in the boudoir, there is a kind of communication called the heart has a spirit, there is a kind of communication called the heart to understand the spirit, talking endlessly, but will destroy this innocent friendship, because the taciturn person only needs to understand it.
Let the wind carry the message for me, spring is coming, you in the wind, although let my life stop more effort and perseverance, but still prefer the you who walks in the sun with a spring smile on your face.
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Pen name: Hongwei, words are the harbor of my soul. Usually like to observe, let a scene and a story fall a paragraph of text for the most beautiful memory.
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