Summer, a town with you

Summer, a town with you

Class 2014 (3) Ye Yundong

There are always some people who fill the brilliant colors in life.

There are always some things that sway the thread of warmth and affection.

We met in a bustling park in summer, and 11 years later, we were separated in a hazy morning with light rain, so suddenly.

You said you were going to Beijing, but I can only nod and hug you, so what if I don’t want to give up? Some things are young us, helpless us can not change. Spread out the map to find the city you are in, and smile, naively think that Tianjin and Beijing are only a little thumb away.

After you left, I have a new deskmate. She has the same warm smile as you, but she can’t find the feeling that belongs to you. There is a song you like on the campus, Dongfeng Breaks, Dongfeng sings Dongfeng song, Now things have changed, and there is no longer the taste of the past, and some are just sentimental about your missing. In the quiet time, my thoughts wander aimlessly, the feeling of being both real and illusory, full of silent weirdness, and I can't explain why. Looking at the stream of vehicles and the comings and goings of the crowd, I can't help but feel deeply that in this vast world, the chance of meeting you and me is so slim.

After a long time, I suddenly realized that the distance between us is so close and so far away.

I like the position by the window, looking out of the window, seeing the people walking together on the campus, I admit that I began to miss the time we were together again, whether we used to be like them, like chasing and running. Use your fingers to draw a smiling face on the frosted window, and through the fine drops of water, you can see a sad face with a forbearing and sad expression. I tell you that I am fine now, but the hand holding the phone can't help trembling, gently wiping away the tears shed, how to hide the sadness in my heart, I really want to tell you, I miss you very much.

Waiting is not for you to come back, but to find a reason for yourself not to leave.

You once wrote an article, I said you were too sensational, you said it was a memorial to your lost youth, young children know what youth is? ! Hehe, but I still like your writing. The teacher even said that it is gorgeous and simple. This is too profound. I only understand it now, but what can I use now to compose a paragraph of Lishang.

Sensitive you are easy to be moved by the people around you, happy you are also easy to touch the people around you, this place has too many memories about you, the swing with you, the street that crossed the road with you, and The small shop where you eat ice cream together, spring goes to summer, the cicadas become hoarse, do you miss you, this city of memory still has your taste, it seems to be used to it, the town with you.

I secretly went to the psychological counseling in high school, and the test result said that I was weak in perception, maybe, maybe I was just more sensitive, and I couldn't forget the lost things.

Even if we are thousands of miles apart, it feels like we are close at hand. I will clearly remember that every summer, there is a town with you.

It’s almost summer again, and when the longing becomes habitual, the sadness slowly fades away. I just want to tell you that now I’m in a city farther away from you, stretching thousands of miles away, but I can finally figure it out. As long as the friendship between each other is still there, why bother about the change of space. I made a lot of new friends, they have the warmth you gave me, and they also gave me the feeling you didn't give me. Happiness may wash away some haze and sadness.

Listen to a piece of music, sing a song, thank you for the beauty you once gave me. In the depths of my memory, by the lake at dusk in my hometown, in every corner of the campus where we have been, I know you are always there, smiling in the summer when we met, the park full of laughter, the one with you town.