Life is half a memory and half a continuation.
You have to admit that the season is a wonderful thing. After autumn, the dry and hot air in Shanghai suddenly became much cooler. Just after summer, autumn is still lazily packing her things, and the tail of summer feels like it has been cut off. Suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like a child who had just smashed it, hiding in a safe corner early, for fear of being discovered by her mother in autumn and chattering endlessly. ...
With the arrival of autumn, the streets and pedestrians began to become clear, and the trees inserted in the cracks on both sides of the road became less dusty. Even the grass and flowers are much younger, and only those young girls stay in summer and refuse to come out, letting their skin absorb the last light and heat.
In fact, I can't tell whether autumn represents gain or loss. Some people say that autumn is the harvest season of the year, and the grain is abundant. In this season, everything has matured and started to harvest, and autumn is golden; It is also said that when autumn comes, trees and flowers begin to wither, leaves are no longer green, grass is no longer green, flowers are no longer bright, and autumn is yellow. For me, this autumn is gray, lost and heavy.
19 16, I walked out of school, with youth and great expectations, and you, my love, my beloved, came to the burning city of Shanghai, and started my first job in my life. The first job was far from my parents and school, and I really had your life. As a programmer, I entered a fortune 500 company with high salary and good welfare, which is enough for many people to envy. What is more gratifying is that I am deeply appreciated by the leaders, and because of this, she naturally came to work with me in our company. Perhaps, all this is perfect for a person who has just entered the society, and it is only a matter of time before his career is booming. ...
However, who would have thought that a year later, I, a year later, we are so lonely and so strange.
Time is a terrible thing, it will destroy you silently, destroy people's hearts, destroy a firm feeling and destroy everything that can exist. Perhaps, a year is a little long for it, but its real power is not destruction, but after destruction, you don't know what happened that year. It never gives you a chance, let alone a reason. It's always this bad.
19 17 years is the same hot summer and also the same cool autumn. There are still so many people in the subway station, so crowded, and the oiled road is still so busy. I'm still looking for a job on the hot air, but I don't have you around anymore. Without you, I gently wiped away the flowing sweat and left it in the hot summer, wetting my clothes and soaking my heart.
Many friends will ask, what happened to you that summer? What makes the weather in early autumn so bleak? Before the rain, the autumn wind was bleak. ...
I look at the sky, but I can't find the breath of that summer anymore. Walking so neatly, leaving no trace. I stood up, wiped my eyes, tried to see farther and more clearly, and saw if I could catch something that I didn't come in summer or forgot to take with me, but I still found nothing. Nature is the cleverest, most industrious and most rigorous. They never leave anything behind. Even if there is, it will always be covered up and will not give others any chance to see it. On the other hand, autumn will do this. It painted the sky gray, as if something was pressed up, so that you could not see through it and could not open it. Well, that's what they do. They don't give you any chance to find out.
We are still in love, deeply in love, and no one has ever let go, and no one really wants to let go. We agreed to join hands and grow old together, and we agreed, didn't we? But where did we go? What's the happy ending we agreed on? My lovely person, then, at least, at least please give me an answer, maybe it's not important.
You, where are you? Where have you been? How can you leave me alone, rustling in the autumn wind in this lonely season?
I come from the north, from the depths of the mountains. Aside from the so-called dream, you are the girl who walked alone in Daiwang Shuyu Lane with an oil-paper umbrella in my life. Her big eyes are intoxicating, like a bird in the early morning, lively and lovely, like the butterfly dance of Jiao Jiao flower head, beautiful and moving. Perhaps, it is the shy oil-paper umbrella that blocks it. Knowing the four seasons, I took your delicate hand and stirred your red heart. It was a summer and an autumn, but that autumn was warm and golden.
Do you remember? In another autumn, when you were running behind the bus, I was on that bus. This is not a parting train, but I made my first short separation. That was the first time we were apart. The car ran too fast, so I didn't see your face and eyes clearly. All I remember is that you were chasing that car. I remember it deeply, which made me very painful. I never want to see it again. At that moment, tears blurred my eyes and I couldn't be myself for a long time. Even now, I still burst into tears when I think about it. That autumn is deeply engraved in my heart, in my dreams and in my memory.
Do you remember? The roof of that dormitory is warm and humid in that season, and the autumn chrysanthemums on the roadside can stick us in the flowers every time, and we can't move. Oh, yes, and that dental hospital, the pain has become so sweet. ...
Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I will open the layers of memories, looking for that beautiful season, looking for us, looking for that beautiful you.
Maybe, there is a trick, maybe, just to get myself, I came to a new company, where there are memories about you, you and me.
That's your first internship company in Shanghai. Later, you left for me, in order to make that yearning closer. Now, I don't know whether it is a coincidence or a coincidence. I hope I can wait here for your memory and our story, so that that memory and yearning will last longer and longer.
The past is the past, and you can't cross it. Time will pass, you have no choice and you can't choose. After all, life goes on. At least, you have to choose to live. Only by living better can we have a better memory. Only by living better can we make our memories clearer. Perhaps, one day, time will take away everything, including memory, your memory and your only life.
I'm trying to continue and live a better life. I am looking for you in the process of continuing, and I am waiting for you, my beloved.
Perhaps, this is life, looking for you in memory, waiting for you, half remembering, half continuing.