Yesterday
Text/Ren Yuqing
It's been six years, I've walked into this playground many times intermittently, and I still feel the same, the past is still vivid, the hands of memory brush my face, let the sleeping ripples ripple in my mind again, I am flattered, and I have a lot of thoughts.
The difference is that the gate of the campus is built facing south, which is extraordinary and atmospheric, and when you walk in, you will be familiar with the campus, and you have spent our teenage years. The brick-paved playground has been turned into a plastic playground, which is wide and flat and a little fresh, and new football, badminton, and long jump fields have been added. The two teaching buildings in the north and south are placed opposite each other, and they are also decorated with red paint like the student apartment building, which is quite new and chic, and the school has also built two teachers' apartment buildings, the overall planning is neat and proper, and the atmosphere is full of vitality, I can't help but be very happy, proud and glorious for the new face of my alma mater.
It was already five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was hanging obliquely in the sky, the clouds were indifferent, and the weather was clear. My companion invited me to play basketball, but I had lost interest in it and had to awkwardly refuse. I stretched my muscles and took a leisurely walk in the playground, but it was very sudden.
The hardest thing is nothing more than reminiscing about the past, because happiness is the opposite of the monotonous situation of the present. Some people say that the good things of our past have long since turned into a pile of filth that cannot be looked back, and I think this is miserable. My friend said that looking back on the past, he felt that he was not living well enough now, so he was so immersed in happy grief. And I, when the ripples of memory stir, the past time is like a fountain that intoxicates me, and when the sealed experience reappears, it is still sparkling. Even when I think of sad memories, I will be inexplicably sad, and I am willing to bear the discomfort of sobbing like smoke. Youth is really like a glass of wine, intoxicating, evocative, drunk and willing.
See yesterday again, the graduation season makes people's hearts palpitate and throb, and those familiar pictures are carefully carved by the wind of the years, and it is difficult to give up the grip. The willow branches of June sway in the wind, the cool wind blows your face, the hair rings in your ears, you are so beautiful, as pleasant as the afternoon sun. I sat on the chair under the willow tree in the playground, watching you gently part, the light blue back and slender figure, straight step by step away from me, at that moment you are like a fairy deeply imprinted in my heart.
The years have taken away the joys and sorrows, and my palms have begun to become transparent, and this unknown feeling always haunts me, a moment of unease, but annoying obsession. Farewell, a girl who dreams of every flower, farewell, a girl I will never give up. The ignorant love for you at an age when you don't understand, the love that was abandoned by you when you understand a little, the love that is still clinging to you after understanding, I am willing to get lost in the whirlpool of your cruel indifference and be a lamb captive of love.
Seeing yesterday again, I think of holding your hand like a lover, and I don't know if the tears of happiness should fall. Standing in front of the classroom door with you, looking at the scene of life, whether the distant signal tower will allow us to continue to connect, both eyes are confused. Holding your hand shyly with a red face, I want to gently embrace you, even a slight first kiss will give birth to a profound birth in this June graduation season. I can't forget your posture, I can't forget your kindness to me, and I am willing to forget everything in the world that looks at you.
We were all very afraid of parting, because there was no time limit for the subsequent meeting, and even if we choked up many times in distress and our eyes were red and bloodshot, we could not win the mercy of the Creator, this poor lover, humble love. You and I stand tightly together, life and death follow each other when our hearts beat, the air with the fragrance of flowers, and the clouds that are always new in the distant sky. At the moment of parting, the time is so short, there is no time to wave goodbye, and it is already in a hurry. We are nervous and overwhelmed, like humble children who can't raise their heads in the face of time, and no matter how many vows and promises we have in our minds, we can't say a beautiful word or two. Fortunately, in this breeze, if you can take away the thoughts of pulling lovers forward together, it can be regarded as applauding.
"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. I don't know where to go, the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. "This situation makes me sigh that a thing is a human non-human face, I don't complain about your coldness, I only pity my own ignorance, the lamb captive by love, it is fragile and abandoned. This year's climate change in July has caused dark clouds to cover half of the sky again, and rain is about to fall with the wind. Amid the shouts of my companions, I fled from this familiar playground, where laughter, books, and love were born. (Written on July 24, 2015)