The Dream of the Condor

?Unknowingly, she has lost her memory for three months. Meng'er is very happy with her life in these few months. She is peaceful and no one disturbs her.

I still remember the first time Ouyang Ke said he loved her, the first time Ouyang Ke held her hand, the first time Ouyang Ke took her to play, time really passed so fast.

I remember Zhu Ziqing said in "Hurrying": "The swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; the willows are withered, and there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms are withered, and there is a time to bloom again. But, smart, you tell me, we Why are those days gone and never come back?—someone stole them: who was that? Where was it hidden? They themselves escaped—where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me, but my hands seem to be getting more and more empty.Counting silently, more than 8000 days have slipped away from my hands, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle dripping into the sea, my days dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow.I couldn't help dripping with sweat and weeping down my cheeks.

The things that go go, and the things that come come; how hurried is the time between going and coming?When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.The sun has feet, and it moves away lightly and quietly; I also follow it in a daze.Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence.I could feel him going away so hurriedly, so I stretched out my hands to hold him back, but he passed by my withholding hands again. When it was dark, I lay on the bed, and he strided over my body and flew past my feet, nimbly. went.When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away.I covered my face and sighed.But the new day begins to flash by in the sigh.

What can I do in a world full of thousands of households in the days of flying away?Nothing but wandering, nothing but haste; in the more than 8000 days of haste, what else is left besides wandering?The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the morning sun; what traces have I left behind?Have I ever left a trace like a gossamer?I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye?But I can't get over it, why did I have to go through this life in vain?

You wise, tell me, why are our days gone and never returned? "

Meng'er decided to cherish the days to come. Human life is very short, so we should cherish the present.The most precious thing in the world is not "unobtainable" and "lost", but the happiness that can be grasped now.It's true that the authorities are fascinated, but the bystanders are clear.

When Ouyang Ke came back, she asked Ouyang Ke to play the piano, euphemistically called: prenatal education.

Ouyang Ke smiled, took the piano, tried the sound of the piano, and started playing.She lay comfortably beside her in the sun and fell asleep unconsciously.

Ouyang Ke kept playing the piano until Meng'er woke up.

Meng'er woke up, saw Ouyang Ke was still playing, stood up quickly, and walked into the house.While walking, he said, "You are stupid, won't you stop?"

When Menger approached, Ouyang Ke withdrew his hand and said, "It's okay!" Originally, he got up after Menger fell asleep and was about to carry her back to the room, but found that after the sound of his piano stopped, There will be a trace of wrinkles at the ends of her eyebrows and eyes.So then...

Meng'er looked at Ouyang Ke's hands, but saw that his hands were covered with tiny wounds.Obviously, it was because of playing the piano!

Meng'er wanted to criticize, but she only felt distressed, "Ouyang Ke, why are you so stupid!"

Meng'er carefully applied a little sore medicine to Ouyang Ke's fingertips, and said, "From now on, don't do this again."

Ouyang Ke was very happy.