In my dreams, there was always a long, wide river flowing. The river is babbling, there is no bridge on the river, there are no boats in the river, and the river is blocked by two banks. There are flowers on this shore, the legendary twilight, fiery red and lonely, blooming in the evening when the flowers in the world have been prosperous. There are trees on the other side, blood-colored sycamores, and the great shore is handsome and elegant.
You are the blood-colored sycamore on the other side, and you have been brilliant in my dreams for twenty years.
Twenty years! In reality, you are as light as a clear stream between the mountains. The first time I knew you was that summer, at the foot of that mountain, that afternoon. Casually wearing a leather vest outside of a short-sleeved shirt, he read a book intently. Occasionally, I looked up, and my tearful eyes met my gaze inadvertently...
That year, when we were done, we went with our colleagues to the field ditch to pick up fish and catch loach. Everyone sang "The First Time" together and howled "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" with their throats. Together, we fling poker to play upgrades. Occasionally, you will fight with the silver-haired old teacher at the edge of the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. On the evening back from the spring tour, you inadvertently carried my back basket, which contained my satchel and my coat. You happily sing with the children, whistle at the end of the road, over the mountain beams, across the ravines. At any time, you "hahahahaha" and laugh heartily. I couldn't find the depressed look I had seen in that afternoon. That year, I was the girl's mother, and you were the boy's father. We have swimming fish and birds at a distance. Nothing exists between us, nor should we exist, and each other is as clean as a spring in the mountains. Everyone got along very well. That's good!
You say, tell your daughter to grow up and be my son's wife, hahahahaha! I said, okay, hahahahaha!
The year was short, and we all left the yard at the foot of the hill. Occasionally, when you meet, you will ask me with "haha", how is my daughter-in-law studying now? How many grades is my daughter-in-law studying now?
In a trance, we've known each other for twenty years. The years have stained your sideburns with white frost. The merciless knife of time has carved the accumulation of four seasons on my cheek. Twenty years, for me, is a long and rainy twenty years! We all live under the same sky, work, and see each other occasionally. Twenty years, without any negative news from you, you're really nice!
The half-word has always been cherished in my memory. That was twelve years ago when you inadvertently copied it on half a piece of letterhead and left it on my desk. As soon as I looked at the dashing handwriting, I decided it was your handwriting. I firmly believe that it is simply because you are bored sitting at my desk waiting for someone, and you copy it at random, and forget it at will. Maybe your words were so beautiful, or maybe my memory became surprisingly good that day, and I actually remembered this half of the words: "There are strange fates in spring and autumn, and the dragons and the worms are wrong." Too white cup deep Qi life and death, the west wind left a fragrance overnight. Zhuang Sheng hugged the shadow, the soul was feathered, and the special love was wind and moon. Tan Hua Yu Jin, how red face can be Haojie. "It's the kind of memory that is carved in the bones and melted in the blood." I don't have any unsent thoughts, as you think. I know that there must always be a pure land in this world, like the tulip flowers and blood-colored sycamores across the river, looking at each other but not guarding each other, seeing each other without holding hands. Not in love, not in debt.
I don't deliberately think of you, just as there will be no traces of birds in the world of swimming fish. Strangely enough, however, you occasionally come into my dreams. You in the dream are like a realistic version, we are all so light and light. Talk lightly about your son and daughter, melon sweet plum acid... In the dream, there is me and you, and there is always Zhao Qiansun Li at the same time. "Three thousand weak waters, only take one scoop to drink", this is the choice of a gentleman, and I respect such a boy from the bottom of my heart. I hope that in this life I can meet a gentleman, it is not about whether I am handsome or handsome, it is not about money and fame. Just as he doesn't care about my ugliness and stupidity. When they meet, they look at each other and smile, and then they divide into west and east. But I never met, is it because there are too few gentlemen in this world, or is my creation too shallow? I don't know. So are you? I'm getting older, and I'm slowly feeling like you might be! Hope you really are!
Half a year ago, you added my WeChat was casual, I believe. That night, after a few hurried conversations on WeChat, I deleted your WeChat, and I deliberately did it. Drunk in the study, I received a smiley face from you, so I sent a message of truth: "I'm drunk-" "Don't drink too much!" "You are the most normal and least content-free answer. Then there's a polite goodbye. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I opened the phone and saw the half-word: "There are strange fates in spring and autumn, and the dragons and the worms are wrong..." At that moment, I woke up drunk, and I was sure that I had to delete your contact information, deliberately deleted. "I remember, and always!" This tricky word sent to you may have betrayed myself. So I know that we have to go back to the distance we're used to, the distance between the fish and the birds. Meet again, still open in the way of "hahaha", "hahaha" way to walk away from the distance. You are destined to be the sycamore on the other shore of my heart, the handsome blood-colored sycamore, like a gentleman on the other shore of me.
Last night's dream had you again, and in the dream you rode a white bicycle, and there was a bag of fried noodles in the basket — five or six small bags of different fried noodles in it. You happily let me guess what fried noodles are the best? I said that the best thing to eat should be fried noodles with peas, because I like to eat small peas the most. You smile and hand me a small bag of pea fried noodles, then get on your bike again, whistling and drifting away.
There are trees on the other shore, blood-colored sycamores; on this shore there are flowers, and there are late twilight grasses. There are fish in the water, amnesia swimming fish; there are birds in the air, colorful literary birds. The world is so peaceful, so beautiful!