Time flies
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He had come to her house when she was five years old.
The two of them were originally family friends, but after several decades, I really can't remember how the two of them were, but they both had a vague belief that when she was five years old, they had already met.
At her father's feast, she would occasionally encounter scenes like this: her father raised a glass to a friend to persuade him to drink, and the uncle refused to drink, and his father would say, "What? Did a friend who had known him fifty years ago not even have a glass of wine? ”
It was strange to say that the uncle, who had a heart attack and stomach problem, suddenly could not say anything, immediately raised a glass and drank it, and radiantly turned around in the applause of the crowd and smiled and asked his father to have another drink.
At that time, there was always a warm feeling in her heart. Fifty years! Fifty years! And what a fifty years of displacement! How can such a glass of wine not be drunk without a glass of wine that can be seen again with friends from his youth after such a long and difficult time?
She could slowly feel this mood. At this moment, which has entered middle age, it is a blessing to have a friend like him sitting in front of him and listening to her tell all the recent bittersweet encounters.
And no matter what she said, he would listen silently, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, and the rest of the time, he always looked at her with a tolerant look, with a smile on his lips, as if to say: "Let you make trouble, anyway, I have known you since you were five years old." ”
In those moments, she couldn't help but be thankful for the galloping time that she had been resenting. It is because of the speed of time that she can once again confirm this simple happiness in the short few decades. She liked the feeling, as if no matter how gloomy the sky was, someone would leave her a very clean and very transparent blue.
That's the color that the sky can only have when you're five, but what about all the other friends when you're five?
About author:Xi Murong (born October 15, 1943), full name Mulun Xi Lianbo, was born in Chongqing, grew up in Taiwan, originally from the Chahar Department of Inner Mongolia, and is a well-known contemporary painter, poet and essayist. Her works are infused with ancient eastern philosophies, with religious overtones, revealing a desolate charm of the impermanence of life. He has authored more than 50 kinds of poems, prose collections, albums and anthologies, and poems such as "Qilixiang", "Youth Without Complaint", and "A Blossoming Tree" have become popular and become classics.
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