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A feast for all seasons, see you soon!

The fair spring breeze blows away the tomb of peach blossoms, lonely summer cicadas swoop and fly away, red forests and yellow fruits stained the deep lanes, and winter snow falls on white passerby's black hair, make a cup of tea, and wait for you to come to a thousand mountains and rivers

By Hope TerryPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
A feast for all seasons, see you soon!
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The fair spring breeze blows away the tomb of peach blossoms, lonely summer cicadas swoop and fly away, red forests and yellow fruits stained the deep lanes, and winter snow falls on white passerby's black hair, make a cup of tea, and wait for you to come to a thousand mountains and rivers ......

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Those years, spring has you and me, and rain

Spring rain came late, the earth woke up overnight.

The spring rain is always unhurried, dripping and falling, the remnants of flowers will also fall in the rain. Or a light rain in the sky slanting weave, or whistling pouring rain, we chased in the rain, running, fooling around, crying. You asked me, "Where do you want to go after that." "To the south, to a little town that loves the rain, with you, together!" We finally knew that the next season would be the season of parting and our lives would go in opposite directions. The rain fell for a long time, for a long time, you quietly held me, under the rustling cherry trees, did not say anything, and I understood everything. You quietly two lines of hot gurgling into the rain, I know, you shed a tear. Later, you told me that you will only cry in the rain because no one can see your tears, after the rain stopped, you are still as strong as yesterday. Yes, no one can see your tears, no one can see the sorrow of your heart. We held hands and ran in the rain, not looking for direction, regardless of everything, I hope, that the rain has not stopped, that the road never ends, I can hold your hand, until the end of the world, the face of old age.

In the spring of those years, there was you, there was me, and there was rain.

Those years, the summer with you and me and parting

The wailing of summer cicadas envelops the whole summer ......

The summer cicada's wailing is always extraordinarily sad and long, disturbing people's hearts in a fragmented way. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. We each hold books, walk home, pretend to be relaxed, there is a hitch, and talk about some lock. I asked pretentiously, "Are we going to see each other again." You did not say anything, I stared back at you, I looked at the bottom of your eyes with sadness and clarity of light. You suddenly fell to the ground, whimpering ...... the sky is very timely rain, we just sit in the street, let the tears and rain flow over the cheeks, into the neck, and then into the heart ...... "For the next four seasons, I will The next season, I will go to the appointment, we do not see each other." You blinked at me with red and swollen eyes, I don't know how far away the next four seasons are, how many more seasons I have to wait for you to go to the appointment, I suddenly jumped into your arms and cried regardless ......

The summer of those years, there are you, there I, and parting.

Those years, with me without you only lonely

Falling leaves and yellow fruits accompanied me through lonely autumn ......

The atmosphere of autumn is always extraordinarily bleak, the leaves fall one by one in the embrace of the earth, covered into the winter coat, and the branches of the trees are bare, which always makes people sentimental. Those days without you always pass extraordinarily long, from dawn to dark is the time of the year, and autumn is the length of ten years. I was gentle as water time wrapped in memory and drowned, powerless to struggle, in the flood of memory you still smiling like a flower, just time to make your smile in my mind, from clear to blurred ...... I fear that one day, we are in two different places, have different hearts, has completely forgotten each other. I wrote you a letter, writing some messy words, I do not know if these letters will be received by you, perhaps, left in the post office to be received in the corner of the accumulation of time's broken shadow, in the post box covered with the dust of the years, or perhaps, lost in which a street corner ...... I look down and write another letter for you" Ningzi, the years are quiet, I hope our friendship, the same as you, is safe and sound." Gently close the page, imagine you receive this letter when the cheerful leap ......

Those years of autumn, with me, without you, only lonely.

The first time I saw you, I was waiting for you.

Snow is falling again, afraid that my heart will also be cold ......

The South in winter, love snow, snow, the world color, plain white, monotonous to the extreme. The fact is that there is no you day, everything has become plain white monotonous to the extreme. For the vow that was made, I can only wait. Winter is still very long, the weather is turning cooler day by day, really scared, waiting for the heart will also be a little bit of cold ...... "The next four seasons, I will go to the appointment, we do not see each other." The winter is coming to an end, how you still do not come, I look at the winter a little to the end, so afraid, so excited, afraid you do not come to the appointment, then how I should be good, if you come as expected, then we can walk together through many many seasons feast. Seeing that spring is coming, how come you are still not coming, how come you are still not coming, Ningzi, how come you are still not coming ah ...... To spend a feast of four seasons with you, I have used many seasons to do the padding. Why not yet come ...... I had thought that we would be like that friendship contract "not to break up, scold not to go, no deception, do a lifetime of bosom friends." The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services. Now, why don't you come to fulfill this contract?

Those years, with me, without you, only waiting.

Remember the novel that we read together in language class? It's starting to yellow, and the mice have chewed away some of the words. Do you remember the cherry blossoms in that rain? The cherry tree has grown a little taller. Do you remember the song we used to like to listen to? It is no longer in vogue. Do you remember the school janitor? It has been replaced by a younger one. Do you remember the chemistry teacher's bald head? He has already retired. Do you remember the boy you had a crush on? I heard he's grown even more handsome. Do you remember the speech at the flag-raising ceremony? Now it's replaced by a girl with short hair. Do you remember those lazy gym classes? Now the schoolchildren are also slacking off. Remember ...... remember ...... do you remember there was me in my youthful years?

Ning, this feast of the four seasons you come to the date yet?

Climate

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Hope Terry

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