Youth Notes

At that time, in the sunny spring of May, we were chatting under the tree, and we stumbled across the endless flow of resin.You are so silly and infatuated, saying that those are the tears I miss you.So you used a big leaf to hold the resin, and said that you would take it back and make amber. The seriousness of your expression is ridiculous.

I don't know which day, we are far away from each other, and the past is like smoke.I often cry all night long, like that gloomy tree.Where are you now?Who will make me the amber of tears?

Yan'er is back, in the autumn of life.The youthful mood was replaced by the sadness of old age.When I stood next to the tree again and stroked the thick trunk, I was surprised to find that there were two plump amber knots on the trunk, each with a hair in it, one black and one white.

A good couple, the husband loves his wife very much, but the wife is often depressed.She has a sad past that she has been unable to get rid of. She feels that she is too sorry for her husband.One night, the returning husband found a thick letter on the table.In the letter, his wife told him a sad and beautiful story.The husband's heart trembles with pain, but he cannot lose his wife.The wife said in the letter that if he still loves her, he will find her back at the address in the letter.

On the starry sea, where they had spent so many evenings and nights in love, he had found her.They sat silently, looking at the dark and boundless sea, but their hearts were as turbulent as rolling waves.They came back, and in their bedroom, the husband lit the two red candles that were lit at the wedding, held his wife in his arms, and said, "I can't live without you, I love you. You are my dearest relative in this world." My beloved!" The wife burst into tears, and she heard her husband's words from the bottom of her heart, and also felt his stiff and cold body.She hugged him tightly, crying almost to death.Later, they closed their eyes under the beautiful and gentle candlelight, but the pain burned their broken hearts.

The next morning, when the husband went to work, he kissed his wife on the forehead and said, "You can sleep a little longer, I'm leaving." After he turned around suddenly, two big tears fell down, and he suddenly Disappeared outside the door.

A year passed, and the husband who ran away came back, with unkempt hair, unshaven face, vicissitudes of life, and melancholy eyes.The prodigal son needs a home.But the dream was gone, gone forever.There is only a thick diary left in the bedroom, every word is full of tears, blood, all the most beautiful love and the most sad feelings.His wife passed away, and the endless pain and depression made her suffer from leukemia.During her sick days, her former lover sent the last letter, saying that she is the only true love in her life, and she is going to heaven with the joy and happiness she once had... The wife is like a peaceful child , put on a plain white dress and walked towards the sea with eternal stars.The husband spent the rest of his life miserable with that diary alone.

In the dark night, lightning and thunder, the house was shaken, and the whole world was covered with icy cold rain, washing the sky and the earth.

A deep and distant voice shouted outside the window: "I am the God of Thunderbolt. Every 70 years, we will reward a human being to fulfill his wish. Today we have selected you, tell your wish! I will use the spirit of my heart Electricity illuminates your body and soul and enables you to realize your dreams. Speak! My respectable human being."

I looked at the dark window and said loudly: "I want to be a man, tall and resolute, deep and courageous! Let me love her forever, let her love me forever, and we will never be separated!"

"Well, come! My dear human being. Come out of your house, into the wilderness, and come into my arms!"

So I pushed open the door and walked into the dark, rain-drenched wilderness.Suddenly a tall and shiny "person" stood in front of me.I shook suddenly, lost my body and my fear, and became a weightless ghost floating on the field.

"I am the God of Thunderbolt, and I want to make your wishes come true. Come here! Throw yourself into my arms!"

I drifted slowly in a daze, suddenly as if I was in a sea of ​​fire, it burned me, the power that penetrated my whole body seized my soul, I fell down in the burning pain, the whole universe instantly Turned into a melting pot, I lost consciousness in the calcination of the raging fire.

At dawn, little birds chirped past me and soared softly into the sky.I heard a call of life, I heard the call of another soul, and I found my other half calling me not far away, joy, affection.I stood up—a man transformed, with all the tenderness and dreams of a girly past, and with a strength and toughness that he never had before.He walked across the wilderness to the voice that called him.

You are married and sent me an invitation.I ran away, I was afraid I would kill at your wedding.

I sat on the train for a long time, until Dunhuang.Then roam the desert on a camel.When I arrived in Kazakhstan, I made many friends.Then I traveled westward to Afghanistan, Pakistan, Arabia... I have a long sword hidden in my body, which is used to resist bullying from others.I also carry a thankless rose, and write your name and my name on it whenever I go to a new place.I carry a whistle in my pocket, and I use it to make sounds, to call birds, clouds, and stars, to come and listen to me when I miss you.With paper and pen, I recorded what I saw, heard and felt every day.I sent my diary to publishing houses everywhere, and when people were looking for this strange person who roamed the world in surprise, I didn't know where I had traveled.

Decades later, my diary was passed back to China, to the place where you live.You found me in those travel notes, my words evoke your memories, evoke everything in the past, you are sad and painful.You start looking for me everywhere, but you can't find me, because I have died in a foreign country.People tell you, I said I would wait for my love in another world, a love with a little blue flower in her head.

And here you are, with a little pansy by your sideburns.I ran over and hugged you tightly, now you are completely mine and we will never be apart again.I will bathe you with the flower liquid I have collected for a long time, and you will become pure like a young girl again, and everything he left on you, even a single finger print, will no longer exist.You are mine and mine alone and I love your soul as well as your body.You say: me too, I love you, love everything about you, never changed.

There is the largest and most magnificent ship in the world. It sails on the sea with the most magnificent and majestic posture in the history of human beings. The ship beats the waves, and the white sails pull up the hunting wind. They sing happily together:

我 问 过 的 云

也 问 过 天边 晚霞

何处 是 大海 的 边缘

哪里 是 天之 涯

我 盼望 枫叶 再 红

更 等 着 的 花

多少 次 风里雨 里

总 还是 惦记 着 她

既然 曾许下 了 诺言

没 实现 怎 能 作 罢

爱 要 珍惜

爱 更 要 执 着

才 知道 是 是 假

寄语 浮云 晚 霞

告诉 她 心 的 话

纵然 是 海角 天涯

我 永远 等待 着 她

The proudest ship hit an iceberg, the bottom of the ship cracked, the mast tipped, the cold sea surged in the cabin, and the sails drooped and stopped flying.The hull is sinking, the planks are shifting, splitting.The sail asked someone to dismantle her and take her away. The ship was filled, torn, and dismantled by the current, and the scattered planks sank or floated, drifting around.The damaged ship, holding the sadness of decline, drifts with the flow of anything.The mermaid sang a song, and the melodious voice echoed across the sky.I am not a prince, I am not a prince's ship, the wreck continues to sink and sink numbly.

"Hey, see that? That's the ship that hit the iceberg."

"Oh, it's really magnificent, but it's a pity that it was destroyed."

"Didn't you notice? It's broken, but it's still a good ship!"

"Indeed, it's mostly still there, what a sturdy boat!"

"The best wood is used! The pattern is also very beautiful!"

"It's a shame that such a fine ship has sunk."

"Maybe it won't sink."

"Well, then only it knows."

The two voices drifted away.

I am a good boat, with the best wood, beautiful patterns, strong, majestic, strong, majestic...

The ship did not sink to the bottom of the sea. It used the momentum and fluctuations of the waves to slowly repair itself, and became a ship that could sail alone without sails.An unbreakable ship.