The scorching summer has passed, the autumn mood is getting stronger, and the slightest coolness is blowing against my face. Autumn is here, but I still can't help but think of you. For the rest of my life, you may have become a symbol of autumn, which I can't forget or keep.
The pomegranates are ripe in front of the door, there are orange trees in the mountains behind, and vendors are coming and going. The villagers are smiling, and the season is full of fruits. In this simple and simple village, happiness is mostly like this, but I will never see you again. How can you, Believe what you say.
Sometimes I think about it, I might as well go back to the life I had before I met you. It can’t be said to be easy or happy, but when I think about it, it seems good, at least I won’t be sad because of you.
When you raised your head to greet me, I knew you didn’t belong here. Your whole body was full of city atmosphere. Your fair hair was my first impression of you. The two earrings in your right ear betrayed your unruly nature. .
"Nice to meet you, I, Qiu Chen, can you give me one pomegranate?"
I looked at you with surprise and gave two of them.
"Stand still" I was so dumbfounded by the click.
"Reciprocity, please take this photo."
I have always kept the photo. Although I look silly in the photo, this is the first photo you took of me and the first time we met.
You tell me, this is a trip that just goes, without a destination, stop here and there, come to this strange city, choose the picturesque small B&B , this is fate, I burst into laughter, It's a B&B. It's obviously a farmhouse, but it has just opened, and you are the first guest of this small farmhouse.
At that time, I didn’t know that some people met just to miss you. Your unexpected encounter became my thoughts day and night.
You settled down, sat under the grape trellis and played the guitar. The sun was just right and you sang:
In a northern village lived a girl from the south.
She always liked to stand by the roadside in a flowered skirt.
Her words Not much, but her smile is so calm and melodious
What is the sadness of longing in her weak eyes
It sounds good, really sounds good. The weather is just right, neither cold nor hot, the breeze is blowing slowly, it feels like the tranquility of the years. Such a scene that every time I hear this song, I will think of you.
I marvel at your versatility. I often see you going out with your easel, sometimes for a whole day, and when you come back you look satisfied. You say: Madam boss, this place is so beautiful, every scene is wallpaper, so beautiful!
You are very familiar with me. When I am not out, you will sit next to me and chatter endlessly, whether I want to talk to you or not, and talk about the interesting things that happened along the way, the customs and habits of various places, the people you met, and the scenery you saw. I have always been very curious. When you are young, you have been to so many places, and you have so many stories..
B&B has just opened, and few people know about it. You suggest doing more publicity, such as collecting surrounding pictures to hang on the homepage. How can such a paradise be buried? You pat your chest and promise: it won’t be long before you are too busy to take any time off. How do you want to thank me? "
I'd like to lend you auspicious words. The B&B business is very good now. I still remember what I said. I'll entertain you for free for a week, but you broke your promise and never showed up again.
You pulled me up with your camera and easel and started to pick up the scenery. , there are our footprints in the green mountains and green waters, the scenery is picturesque, wandering with you leisurely, walking and walking, only to find surprises everywhere, you are always unprepared for various snap shots, I complained that I was not prepared, so Randomness will be a big flaw in this beautiful scenery. You said with a smile: Pure natural and pollution-free, beautiful scenery and beautiful people, natural beauty.
Or watching you paint under the sunset, by the stream with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, pure white paper, created from scratch. Everything is so beautiful, quiet and peaceful, and the years are peaceful. The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the sweet-scented osmanthus wine is ready in the yard. I miss you so much, but why don’t you show up? And, I planted the other side flower with you. , mimosa , Phalaenopsis are all in full bloom. Watching the flowers bloom and fall alone, it is true that vegetation is ruthless and things are different.
Sometimes I think about it, you have been here less than a month, how come you are everywhere, the walls are covered with photos of tourists coming and going, but at a glance, I still see you first, you are playing the guitar under the grape trellis Next to the kitchen, you hold the shredded pork that has just been cooked and scream. Your paintings are hung on the corners of the stairs. We drink and chat on the bench.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, it is only on the brow, but it is in the heart.
The day before you left, we talked a lot. You proposed to draw a portrait for me. I sat and listened to you tell a story. Although there was no name in the story, I knew it was you.
I knew you had a story. I just didn't expect the story to be so tragic.
Both boys and girls like to travel. After falling in love at first sight, they meet to go to every place in the world. However, something unexpected happens. During a trip, the girl unfortunately encounters a mudslide and leaves the boy forever. With the girl's wish, the grief-stricken boy begins a journey. People travel.
You said with a smile as if nothing had happened: I was just talking casually to pass the boring time of painting, you don’t really believe it! With moist eyes and a grimace, you don't have to worry about the painting not being beautiful.
"That's serious nonsense, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes at you.
But I know the story is true. There is an earring in your right ear that belongs to her. One letter is Q and the other is W.
"The most unforgettable thing in the world is the beauty of the beauty, the beauty of the mirror, the flower of the tree." With drunken eyes, you hugged the guitar and refused to let go, crying heartbreakingly. The guitar is also hers. . How happy you are when you smile, because you miss her so much. How much suffering, I can't do anything, even a hug .
you can't let go of her , I can't let you go.
You travel all over the world just for that longing. You want to continue with her promise to relieve the pain of lovesickness.
I am just a microcosm of your scenery along the way. I have a startling glance that lasts for thousands of years.
Welcome and send off Many people are just guests. They will also sit under the wine, drink and chat, and when they hear some things that are obviously irrelevant, they will think of you several times in their hearts.
You swore you would come back, but spring passed and autumn came, but you never waited.
It’s just that the sunshine is warm and the years are quiet. How dare I grow old before you come.
