Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

The corner of the sky is dyed red by the flowers on the meadow. Under the blue sky, the girl is sitting by the small river. The sun shines on the girl's body, coating the girl with a layer of sadness. The stream is clear, reflecting the girl's mature face , the pair of deep and indifferent eyes stared blankly at the surface of the stream, the black hair on the temples swayed in the wind, the right hand propped up the chin, the brows were slightly wrinkled, and the thin lips were slightly pursed.

The singing is curling, the maple leaves are falling, the geese are flying south, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are rising, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful.

Two small figures lay on the green grass.

The boy had grass in his mouth, and a pair of swarthy eyes rolled around, sometimes looking at the white clouds, and sometimes looking at the birds perched on the tall trees.

The girl pursed her lips, two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, and looked at the boy from time to time. The girl stroked her bangs and asked, "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

The boy looked at the girl and pondered for a moment, and his crisp voice was mixed with firmness: "Police."

There was a little confusion in the girl's beautiful eyes, and she laughed after a while: "When I grow up, I want to be a nurse."

The boy tilted his head to look at her and asked, "Why?"

The girl's eyelashes flickered, and she lowered her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes: "I want to protect the people around me. My mother is not in good health. Even if I can't protect my mother, at least... I can stay by her side and take care of her."

The boy was dumb, unable to speak for a long time, after a while, the boy suppressed the deep emotion in his heart, his dark eyes lit up, and said: "Let's work hard together."

The girl nodded, her immature face was full of joy.

The girl's gray eyes regained their color. She looked at the water surface. She was no longer immature on the water surface. Everything in the past was like a passing cloud. The girl's beautiful eyes flickered, as if tears were falling from the corners of the eyes, crystal clear and translucent.

Missing is like a net, wrapping her tightly, and she can't breathe; Missing is like a hand, tearing at her heart; Missing is like a pen, drawing lines one after another on the white paper mark.

Now she has grown up, but he is no longer there, but she believes that on the other side of the world, he is looking at her, smiling...