Passing love
Text/Zhou Xuwei (Yuhe)
Love is like a kite, the flying thread is held in your hand, if you grasp it more tightly, it will fly higher; lost love is like a traveler who strayed into the desert and needs to save his soul, just like a song lyric: After crying, the heart turns to ash, the beauty I want you don't want to give, how to face my broken heart.... — Caption
Yawen stands in front of the spacious and bright curved floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the fish-like vehicles and confusing neon lights outside the window through the glass, and the TV in the living room is slowly flowing with the light and soothing saxophone song "Homecoming", the soothing rhythm and melody make people can't help but feel a relaxed, warm and warm home from the bottom of their hearts. The glow emitted by the orange round lamp on the ceiling covered the entire room. At this time, the warmth of everything that originally belonged to her had nothing to do with her. Today is the Lantern Festival, the colorful flowers in the night sky outside the window continue to bloom, the pungent smell of gunpowder in the blue night sky with a hint of cool night wind filled, Yawen all day Yawen did not go anywhere, just curled herself curled on the wide sofa. She began to feel a faint pain in her stomach, and then she remembered that she had not eaten for a day, and the sound of a lily flower exploding in the night sky was just like her mood at this moment, a wave of waves, pushing her mood to the extreme of loneliness, Yawen had never felt that fate would tease her so much, so that she had no time to think, and the cruel reality was fiercely branded on her twenty-six youth rings with a scar that could never be erased.
When people are still immersed in the festive atmosphere, Yawen unexpectedly receives a gift from her boyfriend, a gift that cannot stand in her youth life - empathy with her boyfriend who has been in love for seven years, suddenly announcing that she has broken up with her and leaving him. This spring is destined to be an unforgettable spring for Yawen, and Yawen knows in her heart that an irreparable and irreparable feeling has passed by her forever.
The scenes that used to be with Asia and Europe came to mind like a movie, and Yawen clearly remembered that seven years ago, in the spring of March, when the grass was long and warblers flew, the willows fluttered, and the warm and melting afternoon, the girlfriends in the same dormitory on the weekend went shopping, stayed in the room alone and bored, and simply went to the campus to feel the breath of spring. In this way, Yawen wandered aimlessly on the campus path made of cobblestones, enjoying the comfortable mood. Yawen is a girl who is not very pretty but very temperamental, long eyelashes are as pure as her crystal heart, round melon-like face is studded with a pair of talking eyes, the whole body exudes a girl's unique charm, the most attractive to boys is the long hair that falls like a waterfall, which is enough to make those boys who love her fascinated. Just like this, a sweet smile and two pairs of knowing eyes, let her meet here Eurasian --- the boy who later brought her joy and pain, their encounter was plain, but the love was so lingering, and then there was all the hearts and stories of the young boy and girl who had just opened their hearts. In the leisure holidays, there are their backs on the park benches, their laughter on the swings, their footprints in the quiet fields and babbling streams on the weekends, and the sound of them reading aloud under the willow trees of the morning dawn campus...
Ya'ou is a steady, easy-going, good character and excellent big boy, not only handsome and handsome, but also serves as the president of the school English club, and is very girly, which is enough to make him have full confidence in front of those girls who like to have a crush on him. Despite this, in terms of feelings, he maintains the attachment of "everyone is cloudy, I am alone; everyone is drunk, I am awake". In the eyes of the girl, there is quite a pride and outstanding domineering spirit of "lonely fang", perhaps he is waiting for the most brilliant love flower in his life. Thinking that Yawen's indisputable tears had come out of his eyes, I didn't know what it felt, and I thought not to think about him, but in the feelings of a young girl, a boyfriend who had been attached to each other for seven years, how could he give up at once? For a while, I still couldn't completely erase him in my mind. Once upon a time, the verse "Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son" was so deeply engraved in the memory of love, but now it has become fragmented and broken, like a soap bubble, can the seven years of feelings not be able to withstand any test?
Love is like a kite, the flying thread is held in the hand, and the tighter you grasp it, the higher it will fly. If the heart no longer belongs to you, what if you get it? Instead of reluctantly releasing it, let yourself free from the swamp of feelings. Time will forget all unpleasant things, and it will slowly smooth out the edges of the soul and the trauma of feelings. The swallow flew away, will come again next spring, the lovely man is gone, will he come again? Tears are the best thing for a girl to release her feelings, and after crying, everything can be repeated.
Just like a song sings: after crying, the heart turns to ashes, the beauty I want you don't want to give, how can I face my heart when it is broken. The night gradually sank, and after the hustle and bustle, the night became surprisingly quiet. Once for the sake of Asia and Europe, Yawen gave up all the beautiful future, refused the high-paying employment of a state-owned enterprise unit in Hainan Province, and resolutely decided to stay, just for the seven years of feelings and love that could not be abandoned, so she stayed with her boyfriend without hesitation. Because she has integrated him into her own life, in Yawen's eyes he is all he has, so that he can do anything he likes. However, in the end of the exchange for the boyfriend's breakup, Yawen for the first time thoroughly understood what is called liver and intestines, but also understood the profound meaning of the idiom "cuckoo crying blood", but unfortunately it was a little late.
Let this rootless duckweed love go with the wind and rain, love will no longer exist tonight, Yawen after a fierce struggle of inner contradictions, painfully thinking, made a decisive decision, in a few days to leave this city that makes her unforgettable in this life and this life, bury all the loss and all the troubles in this city, to another city to pursue their own sky and love. As Xu Zhimo wrote in that poem: Gently I go, just as I come gently, I wave my sleeve, do not take away a cloud...
About author:Zhou Xuwei, born in October 1979, is a member of the Communist Party of China and a native of Juxian County, Rizhao City, Shandong Province. Pen name Xiaohe and Yuhe, he is currently a member of China Writers Network, a contracted writer of China Young Writers Network, a member of China Prose Literature Society, a member of Shandong Prose Literature Society, a member of China Essayists Association, and a member of Rizhao City and Juxian Writers Association. His works have won the finalist award of the 2005-2008 "LuYi Cup" essay contest held by the Shandong Prose Literature Association, the Golden Jue Award of the 2009 National "Huaxia Love" Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Contest, the works have been selected for the rare edition of the 60th anniversary of Shandong Literature in Shandong Province, the "2022 Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection", the original prose network in China, Yilin Network, "Juzhou Literature", "Juzhou Communication", Rizhao City Party Journal "Work and Research", "Shandong Literature", "Dazhong Daily" and other media and enterprise internal journals More than 100 essays and essays were published in newspapers and magazines such as Huatai Ren.
Editor: Ma Xuemin
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