"Good Jingmen" said: "There are all kinds of diners, on the costumes are varied, and on the skin color is yellow and white. ”
One spring afternoon, I sat on the balcony and watched the butterflies flutter among the flowers. Suddenly, a piece of the past came to mind.
There's such a story.
It was when I was in high school, and I lived in a small town. The people in the town are very traditional and have little interest in culture and art. I live alone in this peaceful land, longing for more communication with the world.
Until one day, he appeared. He is a literary young man who always walks through the streets of the town with a big pair of glasses and a smile on his face. He likes to read, he likes to write, and he likes to draw. His presence gave me a hope that I had never had before, and I found a kind of understanding and empathy in him.
We began to get to know each other and share each other's joys and sorrows. He used his smooth brushstrokes to draw beautiful letters for me, and I used words to construct a picture of the world for him. We appreciate together, share books, and explore the unknown world together.
Fate can sometimes be cruel. Our communication was limited by the bonds of our family, and we were forced to separate.
I left the town and went to a strange city. In the new environment, I gradually lost myself and forgot that there was once a person I could not forget.
One evening a few years later, I stumbled across the letters. Those papers that were once decorated with the scent of ink seem to tell an unforgettable story. I decided to find that person and express my gratitude to him.
After some effort, I found his address. The envelope is surrounded by a small garden, and a hundred flowers bloom in full bloom. I knocked on the familiar door, and it opened.
His smile was still the same, but there were a few more traces of time in the corners of his eyes. When we get together, it's like stepping back in time. We talked about interesting stories from our childhood and shared our lives now. He told me that he always remembered me, but he chose to keep it silent.
He prepared a cup of fragrant coffee for me and we sat quietly in the garden. The silence under the starry sky made me feel the beauty of life. At that moment, I understood that even though the years have changed, even if the distance is far away, our story is still complete, and that person who cannot be forgotten will always exist in my heart.
Everyone has a broken story in their hearts, and every story has a person who cannot be forgotten. This person may be a former lover, or an unattainable idol, or a friend who accompanies us through the lonely years. Either their presence allows us to light the way forward, or their absence becomes the driving force for us to strive for.