That summer

That year you were twenty-five, I was twenty-four.

That summer, the moon was so much and so bright.

The two of us walked slowly in the moonlight, talking about our sweet love, and the people in the street were in such a flurry that we didn't see them.

Sometimes we sat by the wheat field on the slope of the northern city, the moon brightly watching us from the sky, the cool breeze blowing by, the fragrance of ripe wheat permeating our noses and our hearts, my face pressed against your smooth and soft face, my heart thumping, your hair brushing against my neck, tickling.

Sometimes we sat on the embankment of the Ba River, you in my arms, me gently caressing you, we did not speak, listening to the sound of the river gently flowing, listening to the cheerful song of the summer insects, the moon shining brightly, but we could not see our shadows, we sat quietly in the shadows of the willow trees, not wanting anyone to disturb us.

At that time, I rode your bike, you sat on the back seat, tightly wrapped around my waist, I could feel your warmth, your happiness. At that time, I rode my bike very fast, as if I wanted to show you my inexhaustible strength, you sat steadily, without panic, without blame, as if you found me and felt so solid in your heart.

And in the middle of the night, I look back on your warmth, in your worry, to spend the night in the dormitory of a classmate's unit. The iron door of their unit was high, and I effortlessly tumbled in. At night, I was alone in his dormitory, still too happy to sleep.

You know, I was working in the mountains at that time, and for a while, I didn't come back to see you because of the agricultural tax collection tension. You told me later that you were so anxious to see me that you rode your bike around the streets alone at night, hoping to see me. You said you wanted to call but didn't know my name, and you said you were so silly then. So was I. I can't believe I didn't say that once we met. I also didn't give you the message that our unit didn't have a phone at the time.

That summer belonged to us, 1996 AD.

We were immersed in happiness, only sweet, it seems that the former life agreed, we only each other to say endless love words, do not know each other's family, do not know each other's age, only know one word, that is love!

I did not even give you the cheapest gift, our hearts are already together, destined for this life!

We got engaged on the National Day of that year, and on the fourth day of the first month of the next year, we got married. I only bought you a pink cardigan, you asked a friend to make me a suit. You said that your father cried alone in the kiln for days because you married me, a child from the mountains.

You entrusted me with you, but I would only work honestly. You said you hadn't seen the moon for a long time, and I can't believe I didn't accompany you to see it again!

I thought we had a long way to go in life, and there were so many moons that we could look at slowly when we were old.

But there is no more, forever.

I don't dare to look up at the moon anymore, when I see her, there are only tears in my eyes.

I have only this one summer in my life, only, she will never come back. Only the autumn breeze of midnight seeped in through the window, bringing no news