In my memory, there is a cherry blossom forest in the county seat.
Like every ordinary county, the folk customs here are simple and even isolated, so the story between her and him can actually become ordinary and ordinary, and then they can keep this cherry blossom forest until they grow old together.
He and she have been good neighbors since childhood. He is naughty and she is beautiful.
The two played together since childhood, running from the east to the west of the county seat and from sunrise to sunset.
He likes fishing in the river, so she will tell him to be careful anxiously on the shore, and then he will keep throwing fish on the shore and watch the splash he makes in the river.
He likes to steal fruit from the orchard, and she complains every time. After the talk, she will bite an apple under his persuasion. This is very sweet, he will just stand by and laugh.
He would quietly carve their names on the pole of the cherry tree, and then show her to carve a small umbrella. Two people always play around the trunk, and then try to hug the towering old tree again and again.
Lying on the grass, he watched the balloon swaying in her hand, as if it would be separated from their palms at any time. Suddenly, a gust of wind parted the clouds, and sakura rain reflected the fresh sunshine.
She helped him pick the petals from the tip of his hair very seriously, one by one.
He just looked at her, hoping that this moment would get longer and longer.
This kind of day after day, month after month, year after year, as if time had stood still, they would stay together until they were old.
Until one day, her father came back from the city and asked her to go to a good university in the city and marry a good family.
Quarrel, resistance, escape, tears, it seems that this time, fate is not on her side.
The bleak autumn wind took away the last dead leaf on the cherry tree and fell to the ground. He picked it up, closed his lips and slowly gave it to her.
She didn't look up into his eyes from beginning to end. She didn't want to be questioned, because the promise under the cherry tree was the first one she broke.
He doesn't like being cheated She promised to protect him.
The noise of the car suddenly sounded. When she realized that this might be the last time she saw him, she leaned out of the window and shouted at him.
He seemed to hear what she was shouting. It's windy and dusty. He vaguely saw something flashing on her face.
He rushed up and tried to stop the car that had carried him for most of his life and was about to leave. He tried to run and run, but he couldn't run past time or the rolling of the wheels.
He ran to the highest mountain near the town and called her name, hoping that she could see or hear it.
He just wants to tell her, don't go, and keep the promise together until she is very old.
The setting sun dragged his shadow for a long time. When he looked at the thick smoke in the distance, it turned into the moon and stars.
Later, many people left the county and advised him to leave, but he always shook his head and watched the cherry trees blossom.
People lamented that the child was really stupid.
But he knew that at least, he still had this cherry blossom, which was in full bloom and yellowed alone; On the other side of the world, she watches with him day and night, weaving the fragrance of cherry blossoms.
There is no such large cherry blossom forest in the city, so she has never felt a sense of belonging. Even in the season of cherry blossoms flying every year, she will recall the fragrance of cherry blossoms in the county. She doesn't want to stay in the city at all, full of mechanical cold breath.
So, she will carefully take out the dead leaves collected in the inner membrane and put them on the pillow, which has a faint scent of cherry blossoms and his body temperature, although it has been washed away by her tears.
The county has a good geographical position, so it has developed rapidly recently, with wider roads, more tall buildings and more strange faces. All this makes him uneasy, because it is less and less like the place where he lives with her, and he is afraid that she will get lost when she comes back here.
Finally, the most worrying thing happened-in order to widen the road, the whole cherry blossom forest must be cut down. When the city government led the troops to this cherry blossom forest, they saw a man with cold eyes in front and refused to let go.
Then things got big. More and more indigenous residents joined his team, shouting loudly to keep the last piece of land that belongs to them. Newspapers and TV stations came to interview and alarmed the county magistrate. Under the pressure of public opinion, they stopped the project and transformed the original cherry blossom forest into a public green space.
The cherry blossom forest was thus preserved.
Everyone rushed to tell each other that he gently stroked the notch on the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief. At least when she comes back, she may recognize this forest.
Time flies, the sun and the moon cycle.
The streams in the county town are no longer delicate and clear, and fish and shrimp have long since disappeared; What used to be orchards and farmland has now become a cold cement forest; The air is no longer fresh, and it will be dusty when it is windy; Animals and birds that once prospered will either migrate or disappear. Rats can only be seen at night here.
He is old, wrinkles climb on his forehead, his speech is ambiguous, his hands and feet are not flexible, and he has to rely on crutches when he goes out.
So now, he just likes to wander in the cherry blossom forest for a long time, and then distinguish the haunted figure from the crowd with a vague line of sight.
At this point, the hospital has issued a critically ill notice.
As long as I meet him once, he said to himself. If I meet him again, I will have no regrets.
Today, he feels particularly energetic. Although a little tired, he walked in the cherry blossom forest as always, no, the cherry blossom park.
Bypassing the inner flower tree, he looked up at the trunk to find his and her promise.
When I was a child, the nick now grows very high. Between the faint petals, the stars shed sunlight, which made him a little invisible.
Another year, cherry blossoms are flying.
A pair of children walked past him with a smile, and a trace of sadness rose in their hearts.
"Remember when I was a child, I love to chat, you love to laugh. Once we sat side by side under a peach tree, and the wind roared at the treetops. We don't know how we got sleepy, and we don't know how many flowers we lost in our dreams. "
Looking in the direction of children, I almost missed a familiar figure.
He was startled, rubbed his eyes and saw the figure slowly coming towards him.
She is still so handsome, as if time has never fascinated her.
He seems to be getting younger and younger, wearing his student clothes.
The scenery around us has also become familiar, with no tall buildings, no straight roads and no bad smells.
Time goes back to the origin, or the original county, or the original cherry tree, or the original him and her.
None of us will break this promise.
Of course, no one can escape the witness under the cherry tree.
Ha ha.
"oh! Why did you hit me! " The girl was angry and looked at the naughty boy in front of her.
"I just had a long dream!" The boy gesticulated with his hand in an exaggerated way.
"Are you? Tell me ~ ~ "The girl's eyes are shining.
"I just dreamed that we grew up, and then your father picked you up, and then we never met again, and then …" The boy described vividly.
"And then what? Then what? " The girl's voice trembled with anxiety.
"Then you become a wrinkled old woman! Ha ha! ! ! "The boy jumped up and ran away.
"oh! ! ! You're dead! I told your mother to go ~ ~ "The girl got up angrily and ran home along the path.
"La la la ~ Mom is not at home ~ ~"
"I don't care about you!"
"You ..."
"Ha ha ..."
".….."
The sound of their play was gradually blown away by the wind. At sunset, sakura rain was dyed as red and magnificent as blood.
A love affair between two young people witnessed the cherry blossoms of my life.