"I love this indescribable romance"

Here is the "See Good" section of People. The theme of this issue's "See Good" is "My Romantic Memo".

Tanabata is approaching, we don't talk about love, but we want to talk about romance.

Love has the necessary conditions for it to happen, but romance can be everywhere. Through the moments preserved by the mobile phone memo, we see the tenderness and breadth of romance in everyone's life: romance is the encounter with flowers and trees, clouds, mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars; Romance is self-comfort, support for partners, and feelings for loved ones; Romance is Geng Zhi's confession, secret heartbeat, unscrupulous show of love, and the companionship of a long stream of water... All love in the world has a romantic side, and all romance comes from love itself.

If we can't meet love for a while, please bless yourself and your romantic companionship!

Planning, text|time rain

Editor|Li Li

Figure | (unless otherwise noted) provided by respondents

Romance is a gift from nature

@小笛 21 years old

I saw hydroponic lychees on the Internet a few days ago and wanted to try whether I could hydroponic lemons.

I tried it once as a kid and it failed, and the seeds were all hairy, so I didn't want to expect too much this time. But during the time of germination, I still couldn't help but check once a day in the morning, noon and evening.

The larger ones germinate quickly, but the smaller ones don't move for a long time. But I have a ridiculous confidence that I feel that it can be sent, so I keep it. As a result, one day, when I went to see it in the morning, it was not moving, and at noon it cracked a small hole.

I seemed to hear the sound of it cracking, this tiny, unique moment that roared crisply in my heart.

@时雨 24 years old

On the Adriatic Sea, in addition to the hundreds of bridges that stand for thousands of years, there are also the sparkling water under the sun, the sinking and floating water birds on the water, and the sea breeze that blows the sparkling light and blows away the water birds.

Once, I traveled nearly an hour from Rainbow Island back to the main island. To pass the time, I bought the wine early. After getting on the boat, I picked a stern position, facing the back of the chair, and watched the waves rushing backwards.

Because I love fruity craft brews in all flavors, I bought a few bottles of Lindemann fruit beer. When you open a bottle, the mouth is full of the sweet aroma of highly saturated peaches, with a bit of acidity characteristic of Lambic beer. Although I love sweetness, I am very afraid of sweetness, and the wine that is sweet and sour, and the end is not bitter, just suits my heart.

Summer evenings, thick clouds. On the wooden stakes and small mudflats on both sides of the sea guiding the direction, water birds come and go, sometimes standing on one foot on the pile, sometimes swirling in the wind like plastic bags, and flying away.

The sea breeze continued to rush towards this little horn, and the wind was too hot that the fence and seats could not stop them from blowing my skirt around. Fortunately, the fruity flavor of the wine neutralizes the saltiness of the wind, and it seems to dilute the chill brought by the wind a little.

After three rounds of wine, the wind also passed three rounds, and my heart rippled slightly. Think of this moment, as the song goes, "The evening breeze gently blows, following me to meet the waves... Disappointment is not disappointed, melancholy is not melancholy, it is all flying in the wind." I want to greet the sea breeze with an empty bottle that clangs, but I don't know if the freedom and romance of this moment are given to me by the wind or by wine?

When I stepped onto the pier, the red evening clouds reflected the fishermen on the boat, and the sound of oars and lights made me think that I had returned to my hometown. There is a bottle of cherry beer left on hand. I sat down by the wooden railing of the pier and watched the sunset as the curtain was about to end. There was still a salty taste in the evening breeze, but it brought a slight drunkenness, until the daylight completely left, and it accompanied me back in the night.

After leaving Europe, I often think of the sea breeze that hits me on all sides, carrying the cold but also the aroma of wine. Coincidentally, Lindemann beer, also produced in small European towns, is made by undertaking natural yeast blown by the wind and letting the wort ferment on its own. Wind brewing seems to have achieved Lindemann's unique sweet and sour flavor, and also achieved a kind of romance that goes with the flow.

I drink a lot of fruity beers, but I always pick up this one when I miss Europe – and when the wind blows, the encounter with Lindemann may also be a romantic reunion.

@一昂 34 years old

One leisurely evening, I opened Chen Chuncheng's "Notes on Cutting Clouds" and saw a passage: "It is early autumn, the mountains of grass and trees are crunchy, and the fragrance of rice floats in the cool breeze. The fields are golden and dazzling. Rice is not a plant, but light that grows from the soil. The sky is as blue as a secret. The earth is undulating, and the hills are blue."

Romance is the most natural manifestation of all things in the world. The moment I read this passage, I felt that the world was too beautiful, I loved the world so much, loved my life so much.

@yy's Romantic Van 22 years old

When I traveled to Urumqi with my classmates in June this year, I came to the Xinjiang Museum of Geology and Mineral Resources by mistake because I made a wrong appointment for another museum.

I've been involved in geography for four years. Lying outside the glass window, he gazed at the rocks that had only been browsed in geology textbooks. For a moment, I seemed to be seduced, and I wanted to touch these carriers that had carried the story of the earth for hundreds of millions of years with my fingertips.

However, as a geographer, I didn't know that there were rose-like stones, and I was given such a romantic name as "desert rose". Unexpectedly, in the hot desert, the extreme lack of moisture has become a unique carving process, so that gypsum can grow into crystals shaped like flower clusters and leaves. Nature is so fair, and the saline land has its own roses.

Loving yourself is the most faithful romance

@二咩 33 years old

This climbing gym is very popular, and at night it is crowded, full of noise and sweat. Last Friday I took a break and went rock climbing in the morning, only to find that the museum was empty. The lights are dim, the air conditioning is cool, and there is even a hint of fragrant smell in the air.

Because I was the only one, I rightfully dominated all the lines. Moreover, no matter how I "run amok" and "lose battles repeatedly", I don't care about the eyes of others.

Every time I put my full attention to my strength, I felt as if I was talking to my own heart. That feeling of total relaxation, more chilling than any date.

For me, romance is actually a real comfort. Calmly getting along with myself and supporting myself is the most reassuring romance for me.

@李喜悦 26 years old

"I held Guo Xiang's hand and sent him on the last journey of his life. In an instant, heaven and man are divided, death and life are wide, and in the world, I bid farewell to Wang Guoxiang."

"When I look up, I always see the west corner of the garden, and between the remaining two Italian cypress trees, a stunned blank is exposed... It was a heavenly rift that Nuwa refining stones could not repair."

"The tree is like this, how can people be deserved" - six years after the death of his friend Wang Guoxiang, Bai Xianyong wrote "The Tree Is Like This", every word is a longing for his old friend.

I followed the address provided in the book and found Mr. White's former home in Santa Barbara. The signature on the mailbox was Pai, and no one answered the door, except for the pagoda pine in front of the house standing tall as in the text.

On a rainy day, the street was quiet with only an old couple and their cat walking. The old couple said that the room did house a Chinese writer. I told them the story of "The Tree Is Like This," about the writer and his friends planting flowers and plants in the yard, but one of them died first.

The old couple said they had lived here for fifty years and liked the trees in Mr. Bai's yard. They are the same age as Mr. Bai and are people who will face death at any time. Before leaving, they said they would look for the book.

I looked at their backs and wondered how romantic and beautiful it was to grow old together. The old couple clearly did not read the writer's story, but they have used their lives to make footnotes to the unfinished life in the story.

"Trees are like this"

@爱吃大蒜的刘雯 27 years old

In order to escape some of the trivialities of reality, I reclaimed a small wasteland behind my old house.

In the spring, almost every weekend is spent buying plants, digging ground, filling pits, and watering. Because of the lack of strength, there was still freshness in the body at the beginning, and after an hour of work, only fatigue and strength remained.

There are almost no peers left in the village. Except for chickens flying and dogs jumping, the village was so quiet that only the sound of hoes and dirt clashing was hard.

Although I dig for a short time and rest for half an hour, my dog never gets bored. Whether I'm pulling grass, watering, or digging soil, they're all busy watching, their round dark eyes staring intently at you, and sometimes I can even see a little smile in their eyes.

When I went back to the yard to sit and soak up the sun, the two of them slept side by side in the corner of the kitchen wall. The sun is just right, the sound of leaves brushing outside, and only the breathing of one person and two dogs inside.

Sometimes I deliberately tease them and shout, "It's time to eat!" They looked up excitedly, realized I was lying, and slept lazily. I laughed to myself.

How good life is if it has always been like this, calm, fulfilling, beautiful and romantic. Just the simplest communication, the simplest companionship, and two pairs of eyes that seem to be smiling are enough.

"Stranger, I also bless you."

@陈园园 18 years old

I heard that on the eve of the college entrance examination, the juniors and sisters of the first and second years of high school will cheer for the graduates. However, this activity has been banned by the school in previous years, and I have no expectations this year. Unexpectedly, on the evening of June 5, after the first evening self-study ended, I heard the shout of "seniors and seniors come on for the college entrance examination".

When the shouts came, I was surprised and abrupt. Walking out of the classroom, I suddenly saw the moon in the sky, so round and bright, and at that moment, I really had the feeling that "the light boat has passed through ten thousand mountains".

I think of the three years of high school when I gritted my teeth and held on, the inability to study, the quarrels between my families, and my deteriorating body, and suddenly I was very grateful for my perseverance. Looking up at this moon, I thought that after the exam, I would definitely be able to walk out of this town and see into the distance.

@限定快乐小狗 31 years old

While walking by the Liangma River, it suddenly rained heavily. Even with an umbrella, your pants get wet when you walk. My friend and I hurried to a small pavilion to shelter from the rain. Also under the pavilion is a black and white shepherd, its owner, and a family with children.

The rain became heavier, and Bian Mu became excited and kept rushing into the rain. At first, it just raised its head with its mouth open to catch the rain, and then it started bouncing around, spinning in circles and opening its mouth to "bite" the rain falling from the sky. That silly, oblivious look, really doesn't look very smart, very inconsistent with the image of a large dog Gao Le.

The child next to him wore a cloak made by his parents when he faced it with diapers and waterproofs, and he was very happy to interact with the dog, but he was frightened by Bian Mu's crazy appearance and retreated halfway.

The owner was a little embarrassed next to him, but helpless, as if watching his own child make a fool, was discovered by everyone, and explained embarrassedly: "It's not yet a year old, it's the first time the dog has seen rain, that's why it's so excited."

I had talked a lot about unpleasant things with my friends that day, but when I finally came home, I only remembered the happy puppy who was raining crazy. Because it rains, you get carried away with happiness, which is really the exclusive romance of dogs. I also have to learn from it, in this moment of sheltering from the rain, not asking about the past, not about the future.

@小鼹鼠 23 years old

One evening last August, I went with my family to the Lingbomen Zhanqiao in Wuhan's East Lake.

The Lingbo Gate trestle is very narrow and can barely accommodate one person to pass. When people want to cross the bridge without falling into the water, you need to be extra careful. Just as I was trembling and trying to walk slowly across the bridge, I suddenly saw a figure next to me quickly soaring into the air, and plunged into the water without hesitation.

At sunset, the water splashed in large swaths, and the water droplets even hit the people on the shore. The man surfaced and laughed toward the shore.

It turns out that Wuhan has an event of "jumping the East Lake" every summer. Middle-aged people who come to "dive" according to the custom gather on bridges, on the shore, and in the water. Jumping from the Lingbomen pier into the East Lake, the cheers and laughter of the divers and onlookers were integrated, the vigorous, unrestrained vitality, simple and pure happiness, made me feel a kind of youthful chivalry-like rivers and lakes.

I have witnessed the immense trauma that Wuhan has endured, and it is difficult not to be moved by such an optimistic and relaxed scene. As said in the short film "Many Tourists Are Not Afraid": "Even if the turmoil continues, you and I are not afraid of many tourists." This kind of fearless pride is probably the romance that belongs to Wuhan alone.

@歌颂者 23 years old

When I left work in the evening, I happened to meet three eldest brothers who came out of the hospital. It may be just after seeing a doctor, or it may be to visit relatives and friends, the three of them are walking on the side of the road, one by one, singing Mao Amin's "Longing" without anyone: "Sorrow and joy have all happened, why is such persistence?" The long road of life, up and down..."

The singing voice is simple, rough, and raw, which is not good. Listening to the accent, it should be our southwestern Lu and northeastern Yu people.

On the edge of the trees in the alley, oncoming headlights illuminate them, as if they were lighting a stage. I walked past them, and I heard the complicated feelings in the song in a trance, and I didn't feel a pang of sadness.

I don't know what the three eldest brothers went through when they came from the hospital. Life is a slow hammering process. People are getting older day by day, and the luxury is disappearing day by day. Middle-aged people have feelings outside, and there is firewood, rice, oil and salt inside, and there is no one who does not have to bother himself, and can only collapse while healing himself. Singing on the road is already the greatest romance they can give themselves life.

Maybe I thought too much, but after walking to the community, I still couldn't let go. Looking at the sunset in the west, he unconsciously hummed: "Long road of life, up and down search... Consider the past and the future..."

"Cloudy, sunny, rainy, which one do you prefer?"

@昱池 19 years old

When I was in junior high school, the school numbered every bicycle, and the bike number for the boy I liked was 36.

One time after school, I couldn't wait for the bus home. It was getting late, and I was anxious, but I saw him pushing his bicycle over and asked me: Bus 36, do you want to sit?

The feeling of suddenly seeing light in the midst of anxiety and disappointment is accompanied by a great sweetness.

In adult love, although I received a lot of flowers and gifts, it seems that this feeling of "you just appeared when I was vulnerable" was less.

Source: The movie "Fairy Tale of Years"

@echo 24 years old

At that time, a repressive relationship had just ended, and the relationship with him had not yet been clarified. When I went to the bathroom, I saw a beautiful sunset, so I asked him, who was still in the classroom, to come out and take a look.

Of course, watching the sunset will not make the thesis experiment at hand easy to understand, let alone make the tutor feel merciful at tomorrow's group meeting. But before I could react, he was already taking my hand and running wildly—he said he knew a super sunset watching camera and had to take me there before the golden hour.

The popular camera is worthy of its name, a small window, surrounded by a large group of people. If it weren't for them, I might not be able to contain my urge to hug the person next to me after a wild run and seeing the beautiful sunset.

That night I messaged my good friend: I met someone who valued what everyone thought was meaningless and only I cared about.

People taking pictures around the best camera position.

@卡门 26 years old Born in Tanabata in 1997

My romance happened the moment I realized I liked my colleague.

On the plane from Shanghai to Haikou, she sat by the window on the other side of the row with me and fell asleep. The arm held on his chest was blown by the cold wind of the air conditioner, and fine fuzz stood up, glowing a light golden color in the sun. I saw the book she had just read spread on her lap, and suddenly I was a little worried that if the book was closed, she would wake up and not find the page number.

At that moment, I realized that I seemed to really like her. I unconsciously pay attention to the tiny details about her and am passionate about giving them meaning. She left her back to me, but I was glad that I could look at her unbridled.

@Xy~ 26 years old

In the second year of high school in 2014, I was writing questions until midnight and heard rain outside the window. The sound of rain was dripping, and for a moment I felt that my thoughts were surging up, and I couldn't suppress it, so I quietly took my mobile phone and wanted to send him a text message.

I was still editing the text message, but his message arrived first—"It's raining, I miss you so much." Don't go back."

"It rains all night, and my love overflows like rain." This heart-pounding moment, stationed on many rainy nights that followed, made me remember for many years.

Although we still got separated in the end, it didn't matter, I still had the young and ignorant teenager in my memories, and the simple and pure heartbeat of that rainy night.

Source: The movie "One Day"

@之之 26 years old

After dinner, he took me to the subway station. In the square outside the station, I was bouncing down the stairs and had a whim to see if he was just one step higher than me.

He cooperated as he walked down the stairs and looked at me. I moved my hand from the top of my head to the top of his, and said with some chagrin, it seemed difficult to ensure a complete level with my hands.

He said that measuring with the eyes is the most accurate. Then gently approached and stared into my eyes.

The few seconds I looked at him in the middle of the square seemed to have passed tens of thousands of years, so long that I forgot to breathe, and there were only two words in my mind: It's over. I suddenly understood the meaning of "the first time I saw the universe, I was opposite your four eyes", and I realized that I had completely fallen in this confrontation.

That was my first heartbeat. Now he's my own boyfriend!

"It's still stunned for a long time"

@陈影厨 24 years old

One summer night, while skateboarding in the bowl pool of Shenyang Labor Park with my boyfriend, I suddenly saw a grandfather at least 70 years old, who was skidding on the board with great skill. I was surprised to find that he was just doing a demonstration in front, and after doing it, he came back to support his wife standing on the skateboard with both hands, and the two moved forward little by little, and from time to time they laughed because of fright.

The young people around me came and went, but they were calm and had fun, which attracted the crazy envy of my boyfriend and me. Romance is doing things that don't seem to belong to you, but you still want to do with each other!

@錢小姐 38 years old

On an ordinary Friday night, my husband and I curled up on the couch to watch Andre Rieu's concert. The last waltz sounded, and he suddenly pulled me up from the couch. At that time, there were no lights in the room, and we danced quietly by the moonlight outside the window and the glimmer of the TV screen.

This exciting, serendipitous scene quietly remained in my heart, better than all the romantic places I had been, all the surprises I had received intended to create romance.

There are no pictures. Only moonlight helped me remember this moment.

@采采蒹葭1996 27 years old

We were both fresh graduates and were sent to Côte d'Ivoire, a small West African country. At the beginning of 2023, due to business trips, training, vacations and many other matters, there were fewer gatherings and more departures.

Once, I was waiting for a flight to Mauritius and she had just returned from Morocco. In order to be able to "pass by" at the airport, we worked hard to report coordinates on WeChat, looked very hard at the end of the line of sight, and tried very hard to capture each other's figures. In the end, however, I only had time to watch the Air Maroc plane with its starry tail land and taxied in front of the gate. Looking through the window and the glass in the lounge, we looked at each other very hard. Although I only got a quick glimpse from a great distance, it might be a meeting.

After that, I was silly at our awkward chat history for a long time. These slightly childish emotions, stubborn and useless efforts, and the useless efforts that do their best but do not win anything, are probably romance.

In love, to be loved

@小朋友很懂事 27 years old

I went to meet my boyfriend at the mall, and he said to come and greet me. From a distance, I saw him staring at the screen of his phone, smiling while texting me. Because I was so focused that I didn't even notice me when I walked nearby.

At that moment, I felt very romantic: only to people who like it very much, will I smile and send WeChat.

@恐龙 26 years old

At night, my partner and I drove home, and it was almost just our car on the straight road.

The sky was high and cloudy, the roads were wide, the night breeze was pleasant, and the environment was so pleasant that I suddenly wanted to scream and scream – and I did right away. Just as I was shouting wildly, my subject responded to me with a loud cry while driving: What is the matter! Baby!

Then the two of us sang all the way home together, free, and didn't know what loneliness was.

It's a little boring to be crazy alone, but it's too romantic to be restless together - how can love that is unconditionally understood, recognized and echoed, not romantic!

Source: The movie "Spring is not a reading day"

@小荷子 20 years old

On June 14, 2018, two days before the middle school entrance examination, I suddenly wanted to look through the 157 letters between me and Teacher C on a whim.

Teacher C is my Chinese teacher, and our letter began on December 13, 2016. That day, I asked her "where is literature?" and she replied very seriously. Since then, we have often written letters to exchange reading feelings and fragments of life. Occasionally, I confide in her troubles. By the day of graduation, I counted 157 letters.

When I checked the letter, tears fell all at once. I don't know because I am about to graduate and don't want to face goodbye; I still remembered her initial literary enlightenment to me, and I was moved.

In the electronic age, the exchange of paper letters was precious. Can't speak quickly, can't answer questions and answers, can't replace words with expressions... The words that take more time to organize language, prune branches, and keep making trade-offs, and the time to wait and wait for a reply, may be the romance of "once upon a time".

157 letters, a complete record of the time we walked together. With these memories, I went to read the Chinese department. In college, I often read these letters, drawing strength from memories and trying to ward off confusion about the future. In the midst of all the uncertainty, the only thing I am sure of is that in the future, I also want to be a person who writes back to my children.

@月夕 44 years old

In 2004, my son and I stayed in a homestay on Weizhou Island in Beihai. Coincidentally, there was a power outage, and the crazy heat and mosquitoes made people scratch their ears and cheeks, and it was difficult to sit still.

The five-year-old son was so irritable that he finally fell asleep, and was soon woken up by the heat. Seeing how pitiful he was crying and crying, I had to spread the mat on the narrow balcony of the homestay, praying that sleeping in the night breeze would be a little cooler.

Who knew that as soon as he lay down, his son, who had been crying just now, suddenly grinned and said: There are so many stars! It's beautiful!

I can't describe my surprise and emotion at that moment: he can still look up at the starry sky and seriously feel the beauty of the starry sky.

Being able to discover beauty and feel beauty all the time is a romantic physique. I suddenly felt confident in his future life.

Look closely and you will find the starry sky!

@小猪 24 years old

In the spring, my boyfriend and I passed by the sea of tulips in Beijing Galaxy SOHO, and I said, "When I see tulips, it is as if spring is around!"

Because of this sentence, he quietly started the "flower blind box" program for the four seasons, so that I could receive flowers he planted by hand every season: hydroponic tulips and daffodils in spring, perfume lilies in summer, and gardenias and hyacinths in the upcoming autumn and winter.

When I receive flowers, I always feel that he is holding a pot in front of him. Small white flowers depend on luck and need to increase the variety of cultivation to increase the possibility of flowering. But it also makes the flowers in the blind box truly "unpredictable". Nominally, he always said that as a science and engineering man, he planted flowers in order to resolutely prevent middlemen from making a penny difference. But I think that the exclusive flower language of "flower blind box" should be "to deliver the most beautiful scenery of the four seasons to the eyes of loved ones". Every day when I grow flowers with my own hands, the moment when I water, fertilize, and make flower strategies with my heart, for me, is the moment when he loves me.

Boys may love to send flowers, but no one grows flowers like him. After the petals fell, I put them in a book and bookmarked. Open the pages of the book at random and you will be reminded of the exclusive romance of that season.

(Interns Wei Zhaoyang and Qi Zhenying also contributed to this article.) ）

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