Stories: If Life Were Always as When We First Met
In love, suddenly turning back, the person is there in the dim light. Both the one searching and the one waiting need the same patience and understanding. This firmness is so rare. Who would use ten years of patience to wait for someone? Who, after ten years, would turn back and still see the person waiting behind them?
The result we most often see is: finally, when we realize who we are searching for, in the dim light, there is already no one there.
Chrysanthemums fall, worries abound, people fade away like yellow flowers. I still remember the regret of Shen Yuan and Fang Weng, unable to fully grasp the familial and emotional sorrows. Used to loneliness yet caught off guard. Sometimes, memories of the years grow cold deep into the night. We pass by and miss each other.
You have started to coldly turn off your phone, keeping me miles away in the rain. I really dislike your use of work as an excuse to brush me off. Because I am an emotional person, I don’t allow any coercion in the ocean of love.
The green stains of blood can’t withstand the erosion of time, and you are the same. Now I know you never belonged to me, just like the wind doesn’t belong to the autumn moon. The water of West Lake is like your soul, and the history of Lin’an is like your story, while I am still the trotting horse.
The curtain rolls up, the west wind rises, causing unwarranted sorrows. I remember the cool summer wind, now lamenting the fall of the Huang family. People always like to pick up those scattered memories. This day last year, within this door, there was an indescribable hesitation in the depths. Jiangcheng makes me somewhat disappointed, but what can I do with this disappointment? Lying by a lonely lamp seeking an old friend, alas, the face is no longer the same as before.
Now, I am scattered here alone, often reminiscing about those brothers. When can I stop thinking about the blooming and falling flowers there? When can I stop thinking about the people who are no longer the same? At this moment, I have another worry, about the mountains and waters there, about the moon on the water’s surface, picking it up and how to put it down. If lying down could turn all the cool breezes into fans of sorrow, I would be willing to use mixed wine to stay drunk for a long time.
But have you ever considered me under the lonely lamp at midnight? Missing you is a kind of heart-wrenching pain, an inexplicable pain. The cold words only add to my tears. I even regret surpassing it, as love itself is a stream of consciousness that cannot be fully understood.
Perhaps midnight is just a legend in the colorful galaxy, but I hope it truly existed.
Love is something that needs constant validation, just like fireworks need to be ignited to see their brilliance.
I dare not say I can forget those mountains, that water, and the moon on the water’s surface, but I am really at a loss. If I must turn the infinite into endless waiting, I would rather just be a fragment in the starry sky.
If life were always as when we first met, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan? Easily changed is the old friend’s heart, yet the old friend’s heart is said to be easily changed.
After the words at Lishan in the clear night, teardrops fall without resentment. How can it compare to the unfaithful brocade-clad young man, who once wished to fly side by side with the same branch?
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