Because there is sorrow, joy is precious
"Everyone is working hard for he, but there will always be force majeure and no satisfaction." Therefore, it is precisely because of sorrow that joy is precious. ”
From the very beginning, we have longed for that perfect world, that life with joy and sorrow. In another world, we are excellent, disciplined, and sparkling. We started well and had an extraordinary experience. We are God's most special creation, the proudest of all sentient beings.
But how could fate be so fair and superior? As a result, some people come from poor backgrounds, some people are halfway decadent, and some people are reduced to mediocrity. Some people are no longer complete, and some people have lost loved ones. Some accidents come frequently, and some wishes are constantly disappointed.
In April, the cherry blossoms of Jiming Temple bloomed, and the fragrance was hidden in the wind and blew towards me. I stood in front of the street sign for a long time, waiting foolishly. Maybe I'm waiting for the gust of wind to blow through, and the cherry blossoms are floating all over the city, and you are hidden in the sea of flowers. Maybe I was waiting for the light rain to fall, and the cherry blossoms fell sparsely, and I was imprisoned by the light rain on the blue oil road.
I knew exactly what I was waiting for. One afternoon, you walked past me in a floral dress with an oil-paper umbrella in your hand. I'm dressed in the clothes I first met you, and I hope you remember. Unfortunately, the sky is not what people want, and I have not been able to stop in your memory.
I understand that my raw sex play meets your simple beauty, and the result is bound to be a mistake.
You always share your daily trifles with me, today you bought delicious millet porridge, a few lazy white clouds asleep in the clear sky, people singing in the playground of the campus, and the team for nucleic acid testing is long and slow. It is as if you want to let me know everything around you, so that you can rest assured, which is also your desire to share and happiness.
However, I was thousands of miles away, and I could not understand your state of mind at that time. I can't accompany you to taste the slightly sweet millet porridge, I can't lie on the lawn with you to see the blue sky, I can't accompany you to enjoy the campus singing, and I can't accompany you to wait in line. The only thing I can give you is cold words. Gradually, I lost patience with you, and we couldn't see each other, let alone hug each other.
We always agreed on the phone about the future good, the dating process after meeting. However, we forgot to instruct each other and stuck to this time without each other's company. Maybe it's just a small thing for you. However, as time passed, I seemed to have lost my original intention.
Finally, I said those two words, and I wanted to end the relationship, not that I didn't like you anymore, but I didn't like you as much as I did. You're crying on the other end of the phone, constantly asking me why, and you need a reasonable explanation. However, how can I explain it to you, is it true that I like other people, I still can't say anything to you.
You can't accept such a ridiculous ending, you wanted to cross thousands of miles to question me, I didn't wait for your question, only waited for your bad news. You have a car accident on your way to the station, and perhaps anxiety disturbs you.
When I appeared at your hospital bed, you were no longer what I remembered, gaunt and bloodless. Finally, my closed eyes slowly opened, but I disappeared into your memory, like those cherry blossoms blown down by the breeze, disappearing into the sky.
Every April, I come here to enjoy the cherry blossoms of spring and watch your every move in the corner.
By chance, I found a couple, only 18 years old, snuggling up to each other in the alley, just like you and me. I bless them because you I've missed it. I don't want our tragedy to happen to someone else again.
About the author
Sunset Chang'an: Loves words, likes to write something and listen to music in his spare time, and dreams of becoming a monk.
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