dream
Text/Liao Hang
Early that morning, when I woke up early in the morning, Mengmeng plucked up the courage to throw her thoughts about him, as well as the thick letters that had been sealed for a long time, into the plastic bucket behind the door. A love, a love, just like that dream, together with no return.
Xiaomina's letter, as if a ray of sunlight had just risen on the horizon in the morning, suddenly shone into her almost silent heart, sweeping away the haze that had been gone because of him for several days, and her heart was flooded with warm sunshine, and her tearful eyes, which were almost dry, also suddenly moistened up, it turned out that the dream was in the distance, and it was just as strong.
It seemed that it was time to go to the south of the clouds to see the children who were still in the depths of the mountains, and perhaps there was a harbor where her soul was stationed.
As soon as the sail was set sail, the worry, the thought, became extremely strong, as if there was no tiredness, no sorrow, and the thoughts flew to the distance at once.
The innocent eyes of Xiaomina, as well as the children's tearful and hazy expectations and the reluctant farewell, every scene appeared in front of her. It's been a year, a whole year, are the kids okay?
It was also at this time last year that Mengmeng just graduated from college, so she voluntarily signed up to teach in the mountains, but she did not expect to go here, but she has been deeply attached to her ever since.
When they first arrived in the mountains, in the young hearts of the children, the arrival of dreams, like the wind blowing lotus leaves, suddenly burst into a blooming dazzling white lotus in the turquoise, and the children seemed to see the fairy riding the colorful auspicious clouds, riding on the white lotus, with kind love, with the beauty of the best, with the children's longing, came to this barren soil, sprinkled a bright.
The short one-month internship ended quickly, and Mengmeng had to prepare to return to school with reluctance.
However, on that very day, just as she was about to leave the children, the scene in front of her suddenly shocked Mengmeng.
Suddenly, Mengmeng's heart was like encountering the sudden pouring rain, enduring the wind and torrential rain, constantly swaying in the wind, baptizing in the rain.
The children braved the wind and the rain, stepped on the muddy mountain road, and slid forward step by step. The rain soaked their thin bodies and rolled down along the ends of their hair. The children held her hand tightly, kept shaking the hem of her skirt, and stared at her deeply, refusing to leave for a long time.
Farewell, farewell, farewell...
Dreaming of ten thousand possibilities, I never expected that the children would be so attached to her.
Mengmeng's heart was like a drum wave, allowing the wind and rain to rage, and also wanted to pour the huge waves and frenzy on both sides of the Qiantang, choking up and putting away the tears in his eyes, and saying goodbye, "Children, my sister will come back!" ”
Unexpectedly, this is a year, but she may not be able to go back.
Although, she returned to the place he had in mind, back to him, back to the city of the South China Sea.
However, she was not happy this year, and just before the end of the one-year internship, the company's leaders once again approached her and promised to give her a good income and an enviable executive position as long as she stayed.
The boyfriend was also full of expectation, but from the melancholy look in her eyes, it seemed to see her hesitation. I had to persuade her to live in the South China Sea and develop in the metropolis, so that she could have more comfortable holidays and beaches.
The two held their own opinions, but in the end, he slammed the door and came out, leaving a sentence "From now on, the end of the world, it is irrelevant to each other!" "There was no more news. Dream's heart, as if suddenly fell from the Ten Thousand Gardens into the Valley of Despair, the mood instantly dropped to the freezing point, for several days only wanted to stay in the room, stay at home, do not eat or drink, guard the small bed that still remained warm, dazed, washed his face with tears.
"Dream, your letter!" The landlord's aunt knocked on the door and woke her up from the soft bed at once, and only then did she realize that her body was so heavy, as if all the bones of her body were scattered.
Suppressing a dizziness, he slowly tore open the envelope.
"Sister Mengmeng, I miss you so much!" We all miss you so much! When are you coming to see us? ...... Sister Mengmeng, can I call you a teacher? ”
A tear of heat turned into a drizzle. Instantly, it slipped down and soaked the letterhead.
Mengmeng could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and the wings of his thoughts had already taken off.
She packed her bags, did not hesitate, and set off immediately, perhaps that was the station of her dreams.
【About the Author】Liao Hang (male), a native of Guang'an, Sichuan, a lover of literary writing and a member of the Writers Association, has published more than 100 poems, novels, essays, fairy tales and other literary works in Wumeng Xinbao, Shangqiu Liangyuan Bao, Qingyuan Daily, Zaozhuang Daily, Hezhou Daily, Today's Huadu, Chuzhou Daily, Guang'an Literature and Art, Selected Contemporary Poetry Masterpieces, People's Daily Online Journal, Western Wind Micro-Journal, New Generation, Haiguazi Small Novels, Treasure House of Contemporary Chinese Thought, Fujian Quality Management, and Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House , Sichuan Nationalities Publishing House, Jilin Publishing House and other national newspapers and periodicals, online publication platforms.