Once in a while, I don‘t know why I came to you and I played under the red maple tree. Towering trees cover the heat of the sun, and under the trees, is a shade. I touch the rough bark, touch the texture of my hands, can not help but bring my thoughts back to that late autumn.
Green mountains and green water to drink with you, enjoy Fangfei scattered, a lift eye is the best scenery, a side eye is your smile like spring breeze.
Wisps of sunlight sprinkle on the grass, breeze with a few strands of wild flowers fragrance, mixed with a trace of dew wet feeling, touching our faces. I turn to look at you, you always said that the scenery here is the most beautiful, overlooking the whole town. The red leaves on the maple tree behind him, a few leisurely swirling son, flutter down, quietly fell on your feet.
You smile, said: “if one day, I am not here, no matter what happens, you should be strong, do not cry, otherwise, I will be distressed.”
I was stunned, but I just looked back and smile. I didn’t mean to put it in my heart. I only asked you and me to carefully pick up those red leaves scattered on the grass. They were so red, so red, so red that people could see and feel sad.
Later, I heard that you didn‘t take anything with you, but took away a suspicious maple leaf specimen, and went to the other place to work alone.
Time has always been merciless. A memory is full of bitterness. My tears came out again, out of control. A person squats under the red maple tree sobbing, recollection “I can’t go after you. When will you go back?” I don‘t know when you will come back, but I also complain why you leave quietly. I don’t know where you are going, and I don‘t know where I should go.
You said, your world is different from mine. I have sentimental attachment to the world, with warmth. And you’re different. You don‘t. Since I was a child, my parents have died. No one has cared about you. Sooner or later, you have to go out and have a rough time. When you come back, I must stop being bullied. But in fact, I have never cared about this. I just want a safe you.
The wind, the moon, the cooking smoke are all brought into the lapel. Making friends with this young man, the world is full of fire and smoke, leaving the mountains and rivers, but half awake. Suddenly, I have left my name. Now, under the red maple trees and above the town, I have already understood that there will not be a gentle young man to dry my tears for me. A person walking between the heaven and earth, disappeared in a touch of setting sun. Only sigh is that merciless years, but it is not.
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