The beauty of fireworks, not so much lost to the night, as left to the lonely

Many years later, he still remembered her profound and sad words: "The beauty of fireworks is not so much lost to the night as left to the loneliness."

There are not many festivals in the countryside, but the annual Lantern Festival is so lively. In the countryside, children's favorite thing to play with is fireworks. The annual Lantern Festival, a group of children will be around fireworks, although there is no beauty in the city, but he can see from what children's faces, more happy and novel than the people in the city.

He, 15 years old with his mother from the city to live in the countryside, it is a small village called fireworks, the village people are very simple, are relying on the production of fireworks to make money. In that year, he met a beautiful girl, her beauty let him move, however, he learned from others, she was a mute since childhood, the village children do not like to go with her.

From then on, he often went to her house. Knowing that she could not read, he became her literacy teacher. In order to teach her to read, he bought her several diaries, which may be clever or diligent, and within a year she could write in them ways she had not dared to write before. When he was 16, almost 17, he had a follower.

He knew from her that she liked fireworks, especially the fireworks in the night of the Lantern Festival, she wrote a sentence in her diary: although fireworks are small, can bloom beautiful, but can put the night than.

He looked at her words, then took her pen, in her diary to say: the beauty of fireworks left to the night, your beauty, left to me!

At that moment he saw her blush for the first time, and for the only time, more beautiful than fireworks.

From then on, his relationship with her was a little mysterious.

On the night of his birthday, when he was eighteen, he received a special present. She made him a firework herself, a very ordinary firework. There is no gorgeous city, there is no special effect pattern, is so a fleeting fireworks. But in his mind it was more beautiful and colorful than anything else in the world. It was on that day that he said for the first time: For the beauty of this night, the next ring, I want to put your beauty echoed in the memory of the stars.

After that, he tried to learn the skills of firework making from her and the village people. Perhaps is the desire, perhaps is the talent, also perhaps is the belief, a year's time, he from a bottom fireworks maker, become a village's best fireworks maker.

Her birthday is on the same day as Yuanxiao, which is her 18th birthday. He takes her to the place where they first met. That night, he lights the fireworks he has prepared for a month for her. The fireworks are beautiful, blooming moment, the fireworks show her name, also bloom his heart. That night, she wrote in her diary: time, blooming beauty, fireworks, blooming our love.

He then wrote under her handwriting: Big dream three thousand, fireworks a little, not as beautiful as you.

He and her closer, she thought this is happiness, and forever.

However, maybe he is always a young boy who is full of yearning for the future and the world. Fame, status and wealth, the longer he touches the world, the more he knows about it, and the more yearning he has in his heart.

In this way, two years later, on his twentieth birthday, he finally asked her to say goodbye. She didn't ask because. She knew that he was curious about the world outside the village, and she knew that he was a city man and that one day he would return to the city.

That day, she did not have the general girl like crying red eyes, she just gently wrote a sentence in the diary to him: Falling flowers have words, fireworks have no trace, don't lose the first way!

For the first time he did not understand her words. He asked her: What does this mean?

She did not answer, just gently for him to tidy up the collar, after, turn head, so ordinary leave.

He thought about it for a while, and then suddenly came up with an answer: probably to tell him not to forget her.

He had gone, and he had not seen the depth at which she had written the last word in her diary, almost puncturing it, and the trembling of her lips and the red of her eyes as she carried him, all spoke of her disquiet.

He's been gone a long time.

A year, two years. Three years...

Five years passed, and he never came back or wrote. She lost track of him. But she always believed he would come back. In addition to work every day, the only thing that can compete with this long time, is to miss him.

Someone asked her, what is lonely, but she answered: in my breath to think of him at that moment, I forgot what is lonely.

When the sixth year came, he came back, but he did not come alone. He was accompanied by a beautiful girl.

In the city, he quickly established himself with his skills as a firework maker. Perhaps out of ambition or the temptation of fame and fortune, he married the daughter of a rich man.

For the first time she heard him say, I'm sorry, she is also the first cry in his eyes, but she didn't ask him why he, she looked at him cry like this, she cried for a long time, she didn't go to see his eyes to look, she cry tired, just write a word on diary, tore a page of paper for the first time, plug into his hand, also don't back to leave.

He opened the piece of paper trembling, his eyes gradually a little bit of unbearable, because, she wrote: sorry, I also married.

He came back for a day and left with the girl. When he came, it was the day before Yuanxiao, and when he left, it was the day of Yuanxiao, which was her birthday. For the first time, she felt lonely and knew what time was.

For the first time, she shivered and wrote a line in her diary: The fireworks faded and complicated, mottled the night, whose eyes, can not see the loneliness.

Soon after he returned to the city, the girl gave birth to a child for him, and he put up with her in the bottom of his heart.

Years passed, and he did not go back again, nor did he feel inclined to inquire all about her.

On his forty-fifth birthday, when his eighteen-year-old son lit fireworks for him to celebrate his birthday, he thought of her that night and decided for the first time to go back and see how she was doing.

Early the next morning, he went back to the small village called fireworks by himself. He traced his memory to the old place. But he did not see her. He asked for a long time in the village before he found her parents' house.

He expected to receive the warm reception of simple rural people, but instead, he was greeted by her parents, her parents beat, while crying to him scold: Give me my daughter, you faithless man.

Puzzled, he stiffened his head and explained to her parents that she was also married, and he was not a heartbreaker.

However, after her parents dropped the diary at his feet, he could see clearly from the diary that she had written: The day he came back, I was happy, but he told me that he was married, I felt heartache and heartbreak for the first time. But I loved him, and I didn't want him to be burdened with anything, and so that he could have a good life with that girl, I told him a lie. I said I was married, too.

He went on reading, but his heart trembled:

It's been almost a month since he left. I heard he had a baby. He must be very happy.

Today, my mother asked me to go on a blind date, but I refused. I made up my mind that I would never get married in my life.

A year, so in the past, before do not feel long, but now feel longer than a century, perhaps, this is what others say lonely such as silk, seconds such as time.

...

He way to see the diary for a long time, until the final finish see a word, his eyes was more than I could bear, delimit falls on the diary that words: I feel I am going to not line, that day, I suddenly saw him for the first sentence I wrote, I thought for a long time, still write such a words: the beauty of fireworks, lost to the night, more than to loneliness.

He pleaded with her parents to let him know what had happened. Finally, her parents told him.

Originally, in the 13th year after he left the Lantern Festival day, she could not bear to miss him and the loneliness of time, then floated away, she left, with a smile on her face. Because, she lit her final fireworks, she made the fireworks, or the same, or so ordinary, or so monotonous.

He kneELS BEFORE HER TOMB FOR the first TIME, WHEN SUDDENLY remembering that DAY TO leave her, she WRITES A PARAGRAPH OF ineffABLE WORDS: FALL FLOWER HAS SPEECH, FIREWORK HAS NO trace, MO LOSE INITIAL WAY!

He understood, it is not her girl mentality, and the answer is: although the flowers left, but it left traces, fireworks bloom, although there is no trace left, but as long as the heart did not forget the original direction, or can find the place to come.

He also understood that she was more beautiful than fireworks, but she was more lonely than fireworks.