Rule number one: sprinkle a pot of sake for you.
The cold wind is cold and miserable, and the bitter rain is always falling. Brother, I'll sprinkle a pot of sake for you.
The bad news, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in my mind in an instant, exploding into huge waves, billowing smoke and blazing fire. At the end of the phone, I was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and my heart ached. The crackling sound filled my heart and my grief filled my heart.
Heaven envies talents, but disease is heartless. Brother, the brilliance of your life is like colorful fireworks, falling in a brilliant moment. At this moment, the world mourns and the rivers whimper.
Looking back on that year, along the way, you were heroic and calm, you were kind, generous and brave, you were brilliant and a hundred flowers blossomed. The days of youth are full of hardships; The years of pursuing ideals are full of high spirits.
Recalling that year, we met in the crowd, singing songs about wine and cursing Fang Qiu. Brotherhood, heart, lungs, liver and brain. Like a towering mountain, it stands in the sky. Like a raging river and sea, it is endless.
Those who don't get rewards leave first, and they are sad when they are young. With a wave of your sleeves, you left, no longer bound by earthly troubles, no longer entangled by the sufferings of the world of mortals, and then lived in a fairyland with flowers and birds, and then lived happily in a beautiful paradise.
Brother, take care on the way to the underworld, and from then on, the world of yin and yang will be separated. This trip is destined to be a heroic journey. Let the breeze accompany you, and let a farewell song accompany you. You won't be lonely on your way to heaven.
Brother, I'll sprinkle a pot of sake for you.
Chapter two: light a wick and send it to your brother.
Foreword: For a friend sailor. I wish the sailor's friend a pleasant journey to heaven. May sailors get rid of pain as soon as possible and live a long life. I hope you face it with a smile.
In this sad autumn, my heart also fell into the abyss of pain because of your departure. All the happiness will follow you to ashes. Blowing in the wind, I was immersed in great sadness.
Today is the eleventh day that you left us. It is said that time is the best doctor who can cure diseases, but why did he misdiagnose me? The medicine prescribed doesn't work for me. The emotion of missing you always imprisons my soul, and tears often wet my once strong heart.
I will never forget the strange phone call "Hello, who's calling" on October 27th, 20 12/KLOC-0.
"Hello, is it moonlight on the river?" A strange voice came from the phone.
"Yes, I am. What can I do for you? "
"Oh, I'm XXX's uncle. XXX died yesterday morning because of cancer recurrence, and a cremation ceremony will be held at eight o'clock tomorrow ... "
Like a bolt from the blue, I can't believe it's true. Suddenly, my tears welled up. The days with you are displayed in my mind: remember the days when we bought lottery tickets crazily after work? Remember the day when we stayed online until nine o'clock in order to catch the last bus? Remember the days when we just played basketball for 20 minutes without overtime pay? Remember those parties we organized? Remember the one-day trip of eight of us to the Great Black Mountain? Do you still remember the predecessor of Xianggong Street Education Bookstore (a barbecue shop we often go to)? Do you remember our four backpackers? Remember the phone number you gave me? (XXXXX, I regret losing it accidentally) Do you remember the brand of the clothes we bought together? commemorate ...
There are too many stories and memories with you. I am very happy and happy to have you by my side! Although we will have differences because of our different views on one thing, sometimes we will be red-faced. Now think about it, it's so cute and nostalgic!
At the funeral, you lay peacefully among the flowers. At the age of 28, he looks like an old man in his 90 s, with only skin and bones left. My heart hurts like a cone. What a strong young man you used to be, but you were tortured by illness for only a few months. You must have suffered many unimaginable crimes. Your parents, who cried into tears, made everyone present cry when they saw you off. Tears blurred my eyes again. I hate you-why are you so cruel? White-haired people send black-haired people to make their parents suffer the most sad thing in the world. How can you be so cruel to let go of my hand and let me walk on the journey of life alone? I really hope this is a nightmare. When I wake up, I can still see your bright smiling face and hear your hearty laughter. But I'm awake, and I know I can't feel all this, and I will never … Oh, my God, are you asleep? How can you let a young life who is in the prime of life and has not experienced all kinds of life leave prematurely? A wisp of smoke drifted with the wind, and you passed away like smoke, taking away my happiness, but not my thoughts and attachment to you.
Last night, you appeared in my dream again, and the past was vivid. We chase happiness together. After waking up, I called your name in my heart, and tears soaked my pillow towel.
I remember everything about you, I will remember, I will always remember-your name, your nickname (level 8 craftsman), your happiness, your pain. Will be treasured in my heart! You have been stationed in my life, which is an indelible memory of my lush years and will never disappear! ! !
Goodbye my friend, goodbye my brother! I believe you will be healthy and happy in the other world. If there is a next life, I hope we are still the best brothers. At that time, you son of a bitch must return to the team. I will never allow you to fall behind, nor will I let you fall behind again. ...
Chapter 3: A wisp of breeze sends you.
In the bitterness of time, I don't know what this simple life note will be like at the next intersection.
Glittering through the laughter of the past, through one apricot blossom after another, the heart is broken. Wash away the sadness, let the past break in the wind, dripping with crystal water, falling on the heart full of scars, slowly and slowly dripping with the coolness of pain. ...
When the mottled walls are covered with moss, will the fragrance put aside by time be as sweet as ever? When the sadness of years and feathers turns into a faint pain in memory, will the sadness of missing be so euphemistic? Will the tenderness in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River disappear with the thinning of time? Will the lilac-like complex engraved between the lines make a person intoxicated by the smell of ink alone?
Love is hard to think about, and it is a dream in the mirror. If there is an afterlife, I would like to laugh and get drunk for Jun Qingcheng. You don't understand this feeling. An ink encounter faded away, and the secluded world was dotted with fuzzy dust. However, looking at the water on the other side of the mountain, it is difficult to say goodbye. Only by picking up the fallen flowers lightly in your arms can you make up for loneliness, redness and sadness, loneliness and tiredness, and cover up the residual makeup. ...
Deep in the world of mortals, in the lush season, a touch of pure fragrance disappears into a drop of water. Ink-scented time is like shyness bathed in spring breeze. I watched it again and again, thinking and thinking. The joy of meeting for the first time and the subsequent attachment are all in one paragraph, gurgling and fragrant. The fragrance of the fingertips, the misty rain spreading in the south of the Yangtze River, and the moonlight crushing the horseshoe on the bluestone board, I can't tell you how clear my sadness when I grew up on you is.
In the days to come, all the memories may be dried, but a blooming mood will always bloom in the branches of the years. The tenderness of time and the worries of cooking smoke will become pure white poems, which have nothing to do with romance and infatuation. Colorful memories will be scattered on the other side of the world, open in the corner of life, never fade, fixed in a black and white background, slowly flowing a zither language of this life.
Where is the old dream? Who will comfort my half-life sorrow? Who melted my half-life cream? Who am I dancing for in the green, thin and red season? Accustomed to the days of accompanying you all the way, your laughter, your pain, my happiness, my sadness, warm sharing with each other, recording the traces of years. Nowadays, the shallow fate has torn the fragrance of the fingertips, leaving many scars in my heart, leaving only a farewell song.
Internet affairs are like smoke, thanks to the collision of thoughts and the slightest inner touch, but also to this unforgettable feeling in memory, leaving a pure beauty, a relaxed footprint, a charming smile and a beautiful memory of flowers flying and misty rain.
After the drizzle, the song is still leaving, and all the past is scattered into a beautiful text, wetted by deep blue tears. Let the warmth run aground at the end of July, let the wind and rain cover up the fetters crushed by tears.
The flowers on the other side are like trees, the willows are long, and the clouds are beautiful. A wisp of breeze releases the richness of the whole season and sends it to you. I hope the flowers are picturesque.
Cut a brocade for a while and send you peace all your life with my smile. Embed the original appearance in your heart and walk gracefully through your world in the flow of time. From then on, the world is at peace. ...
Article 4: seeing off
I have experienced many parting scenes since I was a child. Without exception, I always accompany some tears. Whether you send them to your closest relatives or friends, when you watch them embark on a journey, wave goodbye and the train starts slowly, your heart will hurt, a strange feeling will immediately float up, making people infinitely sad and tears will flow down. Everything is so natural. In the next few days, I will still stay in the gloomy memory, depressed, silent and lonely.
When I was a child, I sent someone away, wishing I couldn't come with me. When I grew up, I always wondered if I could be together. But all good things must come to an end. It seems to have become an eternal truth that no one can deny or change. The only way is to stay away from the crowd and be alone.
I am a very emotional person. Not only will I feel uncomfortable seeing others off, but I will also feel uncomfortable seeing others off and even wipe my tears. I had to go to a quiet place, looking at the sky or at my feet, trying to stop my tears. Maybe tears are destined to be a woman's patent. Seeing the reluctant scene in the TV series, I will feel distressed for a long time, and I don't know who the tears are for. The last thing I want to see is waving, and the last thing I want to hear is saying goodbye. It's a tear agent. It's better than onions. When I think of an ancient saying, "It's always different to send a gentleman a thousand miles away", I can also draw a picture of the ancients' farewell in my mind: two people walking on a quiet bluestone path, talking and laughing all the way, only hating that time is short and there are too many words to count. When the dock is just around the corner and friends clap their hands and say "please stay", "don't say goodbye here" and "goodbye", the people on the shore are obviously excited and their eyes become moist. They just waved mechanically and watched the hull drift away and disappear at the end of the river, leaving only a small black spot before turning away.
As far as I remember, that sister was the one who sent the most. At that time, she went to college and I went to primary school. Every winter and summer vacation, she happily picks her up and sends her away with tears in her eyes. The moment when I am most afraid of leaving, I feel extremely uncomfortable every time. I always try my best to keep her, lock the door and hide the key, but it is not feasible, and finally I can only accept the fact. Every time I burst into tears and cried my throat swollen, but I just couldn't get her to stay. My mother always said that my sister had a heart of stone. When she left, she didn't even look back or look at them, and she didn't know to tell her parents to take care. Later, I really understood the elder sister and realized her mood at that time. She didn't dare to look back and say goodbye, tears streaming down her face.
Now, I am away from home and visit my parents every year. When I left, I also learned to look like a big sister, and I didn't look back, never say goodbye. I am afraid to see my parents' reluctant eyes, my parents' aging and haggard figures, my mother's tearful eyes and my tears.
On the way back, I looked at the crowded passengers in the train compartment, including those who went home, those who were on business trips and those who were working. I was thinking, they must have seen me off many times like me. Maybe the world should be like this! Such as sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall, are all natural laws of nature.
If nothing can be changed, then take seeing off as a beautiful episode in life and face it with an optimistic and positive attitude. Perhaps with its embellishment, there will be a deeper emotional exchange and affection transmission between people. Maybe one day, seeing people off will also be regarded as a kind of happiness.
Chapter 5: Leaves for you.
Xie Wan is walking in the bustling street. After the light rain, the sky was gloomy and depressed, and there was no sunshine. Last night, the leaves on the French phoenix tree on the roadside fell to the ground and were destroyed by the wind and rain. It's as yellow as a curtain call star. Xie Wan looked at the fallen leaves on the strip, and always remembered the picture of the cemetery in the film and television. His mind is a mess, and he feels very painful.
Everything has a curtain call, no matter how gorgeous and perfect the process is, the curtain call takes the same road, a one-way street that can only turn back and can't go back. Just like this fallen leaf, it experienced the spring of hope and dream, the lush and brilliant summer, the autumn of nostalgia, and finally the curtain call in the ruthless winter of the north wind, falling silently, writing countless exclamation points to the earth in the season.
Xie Wan thinks she is too sensitive. The decline and death of all people, things and things will make her sad. Just like my mood now, it's terrible Just now, I met Wu Kejun, who is my junior high school classmate. He told Xie that he was dead and died in a detention center in the suburbs. He died suddenly after being beaten by the police.
Huaqiang is their junior high school classmate. At school, his classmates called him a "freak" because he was excellent in math, physics and chemistry, but he was a mess in Chinese and English. At that time, I was studying in my hometown hundreds of miles away from the county seat. Huaqiang and Xie Wan are deskmates. Generally, I can easily find him to solve any problems, which has helped Xie Wan a lot. At that time, Xie Wan was most interested in learning math, because she didn't like the young, mean-talking math teacher. She wants to die rather than ask him questions that she won't. The teacher once said in front of the whole class, "You are the last person in your class to understand." Xie Wan remembered this sentence and vowed to be the most popular math teacher in this class. She is good at arts and sciences, so she doesn't have to work hard. She spends all her spare time studying damn math. Although Xie Wan does math problems after self-study in the evening and scolds the math teacher in her heart, what she can do best is math. Since Huaqiang became his deskmate, what Xie Wan said most every day is: "Huaqiang, how to do this problem?" Every time Huaqiang can point out the maze in a few words, it makes her feel that the future is bright. He thinks Huaqiang is much better than the math teacher. Xie Wan is grateful to Huaqiang. Of course, when Huaqiang encounters problems in Chinese and English, Xie Wan always takes the initiative to help.
In a blink of an eye, it's the entrance exam, and I'm going to the county seat hundreds of miles away to take the exam. Xie Wan grew up in the mountains. As far as I remember, I have been to the county town twice. It's a distant place. Every time I take the bus, I feel dizzy and feel that the journey is too long. The thought of taking a bus scares me. Three days before the exam, Huaqiang told Xie Wan that he didn't like taking buses either. He wanted to go by bike and asked her if she would like to go with him. Xie Wan agreed without thinking.
Xie Wan sits in the back seat of Huaqiang bicycle. In the surprised eyes of her classmates, she set off one day earlier than the other students. They decided to stay at their relatives' home ten miles away from the county seat for one night and then go to the county seat to meet their classmates and teachers the next day. It is hard enough to climb two mountains from home to the county seat, and the rugged road accounts for almost half of the journey. It's hard enough to go by bike alone, and it's difficult and dangerous to take another one. Xie Wan didn't think so much. When she went down the mountain, she flew down from behind her bike and felt very worried. There were not many words on Huaqiang Road, and Xie Wan almost asked what he said. Either a simple and honest smile indicates agreement or acquiescence. Every time I climb a mountain, Huaqiang will suggest taking a rest. The weather in June in the solar calendar is already a heat wave. Xie Wan looked at Huaqiang's soaked shirt, and the sweat on his forehead flashed a trace of apology in his heart. He only felt that he was too bold and promised too easily. When I arrived at my relatives' house, the sun had already set in the west. Xie Wan went to my sister's house, and Huaqiang also went to my cousin's house.
The next day, Huaqiang and Xie Wan met their teachers and classmates as scheduled. The two were severely reprimanded by the teacher on the grounds that they were "too courageous and acted without authorization". Because there was no carsickness, Xie Wan did well in the exam and finally won the first place in the school on the special line. When I visited the school, the math teacher saw Xie Wan and even said three words "unexpected and incredible". The expression made Xie Wan feel very interesting. Huaqiang dropped out of the list and became a farmer like most rural children. Xie Wan was not very disappointed to find Huaqiang. On the day he left school, he smiled happily. Grinning, Xie Wan didn't hear what he said.
After graduation, Xie Wan stayed in the county to work. I have been in love, getting married and having children for almost twenty years. I have met Huaqiang several times, and he looks sloppy, which is very different from when he was at school. In Xie Wan's impression, he will always remember the sweaty cycling boy. I heard that his life is bad. First of all, his marriage is not going well. He is still single in his thirties. He just married a woman who lost her husband in a neighboring county a few years ago and soon got a daughter. Later, I heard that stealing from the mine had an argument with someone and was arrested. How can you say you're dead?
Sitting in my office, Xie Wan felt a trance. She couldn't believe it. Forty-year-old Huaqiang died. Colleagues talked to her, and it took her a long time to get up. She is lazy and doesn't want to do anything. Her mind is full of people and things from the past. It's irresistible when the curtain call is due, and those who shouldn't leave in a hurry. Xie Wan can't figure out what the police did to kill a living person. Usually I don't like overbearing policemen. In her memory, people with beer bellies are either bosses with deep pockets or arrogant policemen, and there are few teachers, workers and doctors. Look at them coldly, they are just tools of the government. Take off that skin, just an ordinary person. Where people can't see, in a dark detention center, yelling at the prisoners and fighting. What a ferocious and ugly face this is. The phrase "My father is Li Gang" in the second generation of the police made the people of the whole country "sit up and take notice" of the police. It turns out that power can be so advertised as capital.
Huaqiang is dead. Like Xia Ye, he was knocked down from the tree with a stick and left in a hurry before he could say "love you" to his daughter.
Xie Wan has a special taste in her heart and is sincerely grateful to this former deskmate. But for his help, she might not have done so well in the exam. Maybe I won't sit in such an elegant office drinking tea and chatting. Maybe she married a farmer's eldest brother like other female students, with a rough face and dark hands, and grew old silently. The story of that summer really happened, and Xie Wan will always remember the figure of seventeen. I always wanted to say "thank you" to him, but I didn't.
Outside the window, the clouds in the sky are thinner and thinner, and the lights are brighter and brighter. Xie Wan stared at the falling leaves outside the window, turned on the computer and wanted to say something. Finally, he wrote a passage like this: I thank you for the way you have accompanied me in this life. When life is helpless, I feel sorry for you and silently send you away. You can't see your injured body, but you can also read your tearful soul and let colorful leaves see you off! Everything says "Have a good trip"!
At this time, Xie Wan's heart is like the rising sea lapping against the bank, and it can't be calm. Let tears overflow my heart and my eyes. A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves danced in the air with blessings. The leaves have fallen, and winter has really come. Xie Wan doesn't like cloudy days and winter, because in cloudy days and winter, she can always see what everyone can't hide, that is, indifference, ruthlessness and selfishness. He likes sunny days and the air full of laughter and smiling faces, which makes people feel that the world is beautiful and happy. How nice it is to see the sun every day!
Chapter Six: Farewell to Love
The dusk is heavy and the smoke is thousands of miles away. With a glance, you will be destined for the third life.
I don't know. When we first met, the seeds of love were planted. When the spring breeze turns the willow leaves green, it sprouts quietly. ...
Beautiful encounters again and again are actually the result of patient waiting. Yes, waiting, the girl will always stand in an unknown corner, waiting for the imaginary love of Qingshui Furong, and she can't wait. The past is just eyeful.
Knowing that he is not the crown of all flowers and has no intention of competing with all flowers for spring, he sticks to Bing Xin in the jade pot because he stubbornly thinks it is ice and will never melt. I don't think it was Cai Feng's double flight, but I had a little intention, but I ignored it. I am not your spring.
It is just a cloud composed of the rain in the wind, flying alone, without applause, only its own ethereal echo. ...
I know I am a fig, destined to be lonely all my life, but I heard the sound of jointing at the moment I saw you. I began to expect myself to bloom elegant flowers. Flowers bloom beautifully in the wind, but you don't mean to stop! Yes, you have your own trajectory. How can you stop for a tree without flowers? But you know what? In order to pass you by, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, and the Buddha gave us a dusty fate. However, gardenia, after all, only exudes fragrance in dreams, and the bitter wind and rain in reality will only make the mountains and plains sad.
Carve a column, lean on the sunset and look at the horizon. At the end of the world, you have never lived in the future. The west wind withers the green trees and flowers, and Xie Chunhong. Flowers bloom and fall, rivers flow, only thoughts, such as spring grass, go further and further, still alive.
How can I forget talking under the moon, holding an umbrella in the rain and walking in the wind? Because of you, I am no longer alone. However, it is just wishful thinking, leaving a vague and lonely shadow. I don't want to live an easy life after picking up all the cold branches. They say I am lonely or proud, but I firmly believe that you are waiting for me on the hillside full of gardenias.
You look me in the eye and tell me: grow up quickly! At that moment, gardenias were scattered on us. ...
You always like to be at arm's length, let me down and give me dreams. ...
The fish shed tears, and when the water knows that your eyebrows are locked, my heart is extremely heavy. However, when the water tears, will the fish feel distressed?
Qiu Lai has gone in spring, but you still don't understand my tears, or, you all know, but you always like silence. You Lan Lou, like a crow's eye, is empty and drops into the light. ...
I knew this life was destined to fall like a ping, but when the breeze meets the high curative value, fireworks will flash out, causing ripples in circles ... one longs for the indifference and calm of moonlight in the pine forest, the crystal stone in the stream, and the other longs for the wealth and glory of the jade pot. Ice and fire are incompatible, so I still can't convince myself.
Tell yourself over and over again, since there is no one who is single-minded, why bother to be single-minded. It is better to go home, go home, rain or shine ... I know that ruthlessness is not like passionate bitterness, and I have tried to be as cold as ice, but how can I easily give up the countless tender feelings that have been cut and unreasonable? When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is endless acacia ... I don't care about muddle through, I only care about the burning of sincere love.
Finally, you left, leaving you desolate everywhere.
There are many words, but there are still feelings. I have known each other for three months, three years, thirteen years and thirty years, and I will try to forget them. I never asked you to do anything, and I'm not even going to tell you all this. I just want to pray for you silently. ...
Independent of the broken bridge that Zeng Tong walked through, a cool breeze filled his sleeve.
The desert is light and cold, and it goes up to the small building. I am sad and lonely, and I look forward to the sadness of spring. The sky is dark, and endless rain is as thin as sorrow. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and the water is wide. Where are people? Poor Hongyan didn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs were sad in the rain.
Feiyun has left, and there is no letter for Hong. The paper full of acacia has soaked the red note into colorless. Swallows in the drizzle are still flying with me. Where is the man under the fallen flower? Only independence ...
Knowing the ending from the beginning, the young heart still has no regrets. I don't know whether this is a cruel reality or a real reality.
You'd better go back to town and your beautiful red butterfly. I know there are 110 thousand unwilling feelings in your heart! But it's all condensed in real frost. For all this, only silence ... silence is right.
Two intersecting straight lines, brilliant halo when they meet, can't resist the tempering of time. Accidental meeting in life is followed by permanent separation. With endless fireworks, the universe has refined life into eternity. And what this gorgeous story is, there is no need to delve into it.
At night,
As cold as water.
Chapter 7: Raise a glass to see you off.
Tomorrow, you will leave, with a small bag, no necessary daily necessities, no change of clothes, only a kind of fatigue, a kind of wandering helplessness.
You come to say goodbye to me and slowly come to my window. In the evening breeze, your lonely figure looks petite and thin. Say, tonight, would you like to get drunk with me?
So, in a deserted coffee shop with only the two of us, we have enough time to recall yesterday's story.
You said you wanted to find a wandering feeling, you couldn't settle down, and you had a wandering heart. At this time, your eyes are deep and depressed, and the clarity is full of sadness.
Clouds flow in the distant sky, just like our wandering past. Living in this city, I am used to looking for myself when I dream back in the middle of the night, sitting in a wooden house that returns to online memory and singing a blessing song with my heart every night.
Years trudged through the busy time and space, and your thin boat swayed in the hurricane. You said that there is no peaceful coast in life, and your fate has been put on the cloak of wandering. From then on, too many vicissitudes are your traveling companions.
That night, I stayed with you in the coffee shop all night, drank wine and listened to the rain all night. You told me many stories about you and the reason why you want to travel far. I was moved by it and admire your courage to travel far. I'm surprised at your maturity. You are still young, but you can always reveal too much hardship and sophistication from your mouth.
Meeting is short, leaving is long. In the face of the past, we are silent, and the glasses that touch each other are fragrant and charming.
"I am determined to leave, the wind will always follow me, and the rain will always sing for me." This is the calmness when you leave. Seeing you swaying out of my sight, I have an impulse to hold you and keep you. You smiled at me with firm eyes. I know you will leave eventually, not today, but tomorrow. .
I just want to say that somewhere tomorrow, remember that we will always be friends. I won't see you off when you leave, but I will definitely pick you up when you come back.
Chapter 8: Seeing Off at the Evening Pavilion
The portrayal of the sunset is my lonely mood.
Through the four seasons, you suddenly became a memory I can't go back to.
If you are thoughtful when you meet, it is doomed to be a light fate today.
Get together, get together again, sit down and have a cup of fragrant tea, be grateful, and then part.
This should be the distance between us in our previous lives.
When you go away, the moment your figure disappears, the poetic flavor will also drift away.
You are no longer my eternal scenery, but turning around has become my eternal memory.
Can we forget each other? But your eyes, like wicker, caught my heart;
Your hair, like Yun Lan's hair, captivated my heart. So hard to forget, the other party?
When the wind in May sends you away, I know the bright moon in the night sky shines in front of you.
Otherwise, how can your figure stay for me?
The bell is engraved on the desolate Yuan Ye where the west wind jumps. Weeds are sparse, and there are no longer long and short sentences to see you off.
I remember our feeling together in the misty rain, like jade, wet and moist. Will your face remain as jade?
Now I can only hope for the dying sun.
It's getting dark I should go home. I can't look back, because there are only two cups of tea and a cool evening breeze left in the deciduous pavilion.
And you haven't gone far, my thoughts have begun.