Midsummer Love
I'm in love with you in the midsummer season. Lotus flowers bloom all over the pond, and dewdrops roll over the tips of the turquoise leaves, light and beautiful. We all love this pool of flowers, you say it represents pure love, and we want to be so good forever. But I asked if you would always love me like this, the flowers would fall, and the passion of people would slowly fade, and you didn't know what to say.
I've been blowing that worn-out fan in your stuffy room all summer, and the electric fan is always creaking because of its age. We don't have air conditioning, but in front of this slow and leisurely machine is so happy, the sweetness that love brings us is indescribable. We always seem to have endless words, and we refuse to sleep until the moon climbs to the roof late at night, and at the same time, we refuse to sleep with the old electric fan.
The heavy rain began to fall non-stop, the summer has not yet passed, I hug you together to listen to the ticking rain, remember the lotus pond in the rain, happiness overflows from the corners of our upturned mouths. Occasionally, people who pass in front of our small house can still hear the electric fan babbling and turning. We have begun to talk about marriage, all night long to talk about the small family after marriage, the electric fan sings ancient songs, accompanied by the rhythm of our happiness.
The wind blew through the pond and rolled up ripples. We can no longer see such beautiful lotus flowers, summer has passed, and the cool breeze of the past few days has dissipated the dry heat of the season and diluted our passion. We started arguing all day in the hut, cursing each other. I've been obsessed with the picture of the girl on your phone, and my heart breaks when I hear you say she's the person you really like from the bottom of my heart. I kept messing with you, just to get you to retract that sentence and say sorry to me. But you pushed me out of the door of the hut with an iron heart.
In the bleak autumn wind, I saw that the electric fan no longer creaked and turned, and it was thrown like an abandoned baby into a dusty corner. The word "break up" finally breaks out of your mouth. Summer is over, the lotus flowers are falling, and love is over. I didn't bother to hold you and tell you not to go, but all you gave me was a merciless back, a small wooden door, leaving you and me in two strange worlds.
Years later, I occasionally passed by your little house and heard you laughing in your room talking about love and marriage with another strange girl, and the electric fan was still creaking and turning, just like it was then. I smiled faintly, I don't know, do you remember the pool of lotus flowers back then?
Introduction: English teacher, post-90s, love prose creation, now living in Shanghai, headline newcomers, please pay more attention