May We Meet Again

Eight years ago, in the autumn, I met him. The specific time I can't remember now, but he was a small one. I used to like holding him on my lap, he was mischievous and very active.

Life has few precious things, I think, at least for me. I always think of things in the middle of the night, regrettable things, and now there is also a soul that I miss - I believe that everything in the world should not be defined by its species, we really integrate with each other through our souls.

He was a white little dog, I called him Dou Dou, a very arbitrary name. This soul, when we first met, I didn't expect it to accompany me through many important events in my life. I still remember that late autumn afternoon when it accompanied me on the rooftop until the sun set and the world was covered in darkness. In that moment, I didn't feel low, instead, I loved that peaceful moment, I wanted time to stop but it still cruelly flowed. Until he died, I remember when he was small, he loved biting my hand. I pampered him like his mother, and he was so close to me. I remember running through the field, as if the world was our battlefield, we just ran and didn't care about the terrible life, didn't care about the past or the future... But these moments became a sharp sword deeply stabbinging into my heart when we separated.

Human life longest no more than 100 years, and a dog's life longest no more than 20 years. In the long course of time, our encounter was just a moment, but it cured me a lot. I thank you Dou Dou, but I really can't accept your departure. When you left, I finally realized the distance between life and death.

I believe that when we lose something, we understand what is most valuable. I think people live for the people they love, it is the driving force for us. If someone loses love, their soul will really be without a place. Life and death are things we cannot control, but it happened. People often say that humans are great, but I think humans are also fragile. Many things we cannot control, many things we cannot keep.

Maybe life is a journey, and the cultivation of our soul and heart is the most important. I feel like I am like a Daoist monk, and you and I may be one of the many disciples of the monk. The wind and rain on the road tore our bodies and souls, but we still have to move forward. The body will rot, but the soul will not fade away. As an idealist, I keep telling myself that you haven't fully vanished from this world. Perhaps you've only temporarily landed in another dimension, beyond my reach. Do you remember the time you visited me in my dreams, and I begged you to come back and find me? I miss you so much, it's a fact. But right now, I'm also tired and feeling down. When life is tough, we often remember the good times, and it's a true statement. In truth, I'm not that attached to this world, but I have my own mission to fulfill. The road ahead may be long and difficult, but I'll wait for you on that path.

Dear lonely and kind souls, we are both flames of beauty in this cruel world, and the cold wind will slowly consume us. Although I also face many challenges, I still want to say to you, "Keep going, challenges will eventually pass."May we meet on the road once again, may we meet in the spring with flowers and trees.