In fact, many people have a dream, want to find a clean place in the bustling world, away from the hustle and bustle. A small courtyard, two people together, three meals a day, enjoy the quiet and leisure of the four seasons of the year. It doesn't have to be a paradise of colorful, but you can enjoy the real life of "spring has a hundred flowers and autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow".
However, the reality, we are far away from the real dream, we are pushed into the dust of chores, for the sake of profit, for survival, for development, for emotion, let us walk in the bustling modern civilization, forget the original intention, squeezed to the east and west.
First, I like this small island.
The sun is slowly setting in the west, leaving the last trace of afterglow, and it is time for people to return tired.
The two of us may be lonely people in this flood world, spending many years of loneliness, still leaving a window in our hearts, waiting for the opening of another heart.
Feelings are really strange things sometimes, they come to make you defenseless, make you involuntari, make you excited. Even sometimes you know that you can't do it, but you can't help but love someone, even if that person is so ordinary that you can't find his presence in the crowd.
Some people say that meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a ridiculous story. I've been through this so many times that I can't tell the truth of my feelings. The wrong time, meeting the right person, is a pity, even if there is a fate and there is no perfect ending, I may be this kind of.
The first half of my life is too long, I have missed too much beauty, and I can only resent the injustice of fate. The second half of my life is so short that I will still meet you when I am 40 years old. Whether this is a divine arrangement or a trick of fate, I can't tell.
I slept in the arms of the glasses man, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, immersed in a dream-like illusory world. I don't know what I'm imagining in my head, and I can't figure it out. You can only feel that this is an indescribable happiness, which makes you feel both illusory and real......... It can only be understood, not spoken.
The sound of loudspeakers was remembered in the park, telling visitors to leave the park as soon as possible, and if they wished to stay overnight on the island, please contact the management office and go through the formalities.
Seriously, I don't want to leave this island, just as I don't want to leave the gentle embrace of the glasses man, and once I leave I will have to face the real life.
I want to spend the rest of my life on this island, away from the hustle and bustle, forget my worries, stay alone in the pure land, only for two people in the world, three meals a day!
Unconsciously, when it was time to return home, the man with glasses and I reluctantly left the island in a small boat.
The car was parked right at the main gate of the park and some people started complaining that we were too late to come back. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at us in unison, and we walked back to our seats like children who had done something wrong.
Second, unexpected surprises.
Back at the resort, my son was writing in his room, so engaged that when I entered, he wasn't aware of it. I stood behind him and found himself writing to his dad.
I glanced at it and saw that it was a letter of no-show, and it turned out that the child was going to break off relations with his father, and the reasons for this were listed below more than a dozen of his father's ineligible points. I have to admit that everything he wrote is true and in no way false. This is the true image of a father seen in the eyes of an innocent child.
I patted him, and he looked back at me, tears of grievance in his eyes. I know that he has suffered too many grievances over the years, and these grievances can be said to have come from his strange father.
I took my son in my arms, and he cried very sadly, counting down his father's inadequacies, and his years of repression seemed to want to vent at once.
I didn't say it, I felt the same heartache, and the indisputable tears flowed out.
Perhaps it is the result of the long-term repression of our mother and son in such a family, and finally a short release today. The reason is that I have such a strange husband, and the son has such a strange father.
I put my arms around the child, and I know that the child is the whole of my life, and everything else is no longer so important to us, including my desire for love.
After a long time, my son and I calmed down from the sad emotions, and I remembered where the glasses man had gone.
I couldn't believe how I could suddenly think of him.
The child continued to write letters, saying he was not ready to send them, but simply kept him as a diary.
I sat down on the couch next to me and remembered my own current situation, although I was forty years old, how could I fall in love again like a young girl who had just opened her heart! My face unconsciously smiled.
Yes, a forty-year-old woman, perhaps in the eyes of some men, is still a plump young woman, with a bit of mature sweetness. A forty-year-old woman, in the eyes of her husband, may already be a half-old Xu Niang, without the innocence and purity of a young girl. Especially my man, the young girl is just a woman for him, and has no reference value!
Just thinking wildly, the glasses man walked in with a large round box in one hand and a convenient bag of food in the other hand, and inside was a bottle of red wine.
Open the box and inside is a cake with the son's name written on it, along with a pattern of zodiac signs.
I suddenly remembered that today was my son's birthday.
Hey, I even forgot the child's birthday for the sake of love, it is really what people say, well the scars forget the pain, there are deep scars on the belly of my caesarean section, I have not forgotten his birthday for more than ten years, how this year almost forgot.
3. Bright Moon Night.
After drinking some red wine, a little drunk, I didn't want to go to sleep, and sat alone in front of the window, staring at this beautiful and seductive moonlight. The bright moon outside the window had climbed up the treetops, and the moonlight like water sprinkled in the courtyard.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had been married for 15 years, my son was 14 years old, and time flies so fast! Maybe without this trip, my closed heart will slowly accompany me to grow old, although lonely, but it must be a backwater.
I always feel that my love with the glasses man is separated by a mountain, but the mountain is not flat, across the sea, the sea cannot be crossed.
I don't know why, whenever I was lonely, I still thought about my first boyfriend, who once spent two weeks learning a song for me, "Bright Moon Night". When he is lonely and lonely, will he sing again;
After many years only I was still in front of the window, and the cold night was beside me...
There is no lamp without a person waiting, only the night is still the same...
Maybe he had long forgotten.