Guilin, waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival, waiting for the National Day, and finally in the middle and late October, waiting for the late osmanthus to bloom.
When the flowers bloom, it is the most romantic day, and it is also the easiest to evoke memories and touch the heartstrings. Riding alone in the long and winding old streets and alleys, the evening breeze carries a burst of fragrance, and the yellow petals gently fall beside you. "One leaf knows autumn" is not so obvious in this southern urban area, but it is scattered, accompanied by cool temperatures, and finally feel that autumn is about to pass, and winter will soon arrive.
It's been more than two months since August 13th, and I've lost love, from midsummer to late autumn. I still can't calm down for a long time, the Guizhou girl I have loved for three years has finally left me, there is hatred and sorrow, and there are infinite regrets.
Over and over again, I remembered every memory of meeting each other and falling in love with each other, and I was tearful. We have experienced the shyness and surprise of our first acquaintance, experienced the ordinary and simple romance of the small town, experienced the hardships of epidemic prevention and control, experienced the pain of lonely misses in a different place, experienced the beautiful expectations of long journeys, and experienced the attachment of parting... I have experienced the pain of suffering and entanglement from my heart over and over again.
My love is real, and I am willing to give. I rationally know that we will have such an ending, but I still emotionally pay and persevere, and I don't want to live up to it.
I didn't want to disturb people who were already gone, but I struggled to rest assured, and I couldn't let myself go. I had promised to write something for her before, but I never cashed in when we were together, and I didn't want to touch it for a long time after breaking up.
For many nights, I could not sleep for a long time, and I was always swayed by an emotion and thought. Big data such as a certain sound and a certain article also captured my emotions, which flooded this emotion, so that it was once unloaded. Once I wanted to let new feelings fill the gap, the terrible thing is to find that I can't tolerate others, but the sad thing is that I love so deeply that I can't extricate myself from it.
The inescapable love-hate mixture finally fermented and tumbled one night, and I will decide to record this period of time in writing, nothing else.