Walking up along the river bank is a pear blossom, every spring people here will see the pear blossoms, but it is a rare interest, the pear blossoms all over the mountain, such as the holy flowing clouds, like the blooming kapok, will decorate the whole mountain into a piece of snow, in the mountain col between the stone crevices abruptly out, staggered, become the most pleasing scene in the eyes of everyone.

In the past, the old people always said: "The pear blossoms fall, and the Qingming arrives." "But this year's Qingming Festival, the weather continues to cool down, the recent weather is raining every day, the blooming pear blossoms can be undefeated day after day, in the warm and cold mid-spring season, it looks more and more beautiful, lovely.

So, he is a very lucky person, in the Qingming season, can still see this blooming pear blossom.

He sat alone in front of his mother's grave for a long time, thinking about a lot of questions, what should be thought about, what should not be thought, what happened and what didn't happen, everything came to mind.

He looked at the mountains and rivers in his hometown, and the shadow of youth was full everywhere, and the shadow of youth could be seen everywhere.

That year was young, that year we were all young, that year we were all simple, that year we were still looking forward to this beautiful future.

At that time, we didn't understand what youth was, but now we do, but it's a question that we can never find an answer to.

I don't know if you still remember that youth? At that time, we lived very simply, we liked someone at that time, we just liked someone, and we did a lot of stupid things at that time, such as getting angry when we were not careful, for example, we would say I don't want to be nice to you at any time, for example, I didn't know why we didn't talk.

I did a lot of things that now seem stupid, but at the time I took them for granted.

At that time, we often sat under the acacia tree on campus with books in hand, fantasizing about what we would be like in five, ten, or twenty years, and looking forward to the future with the people we liked.

In fact, since then, I have been thinking about the person I like in the future, which is you, and the person who lives with me is also you, and I fantasize that one day in the future, when we are all old, we can still sit together under the acacia tree on this campus, reminiscing about our youth and reminiscing about our years.

But now that I look back, I see that the vows we made were no longer fulfilled, and our lives are not as good as we hoped.

It's just that in the long river of time, there has always been the person who once thought that he would stay for life.

We were all very persistent that year, we all felt that the time was very long, we all felt that it didn't matter, and we could still fight for everything that year.

At that time, we didn't understand love, but now we understand, but we find that love is also a proposition that we can't answer correctly in our lives.

Everyone's understanding of love is too different, maybe some people love more, but they are not good at expressing it, and they are not good at expressing it.

Some people love little, but they like to be verbose, like to reveal everything, and think that people who are not good at expressing themselves just don't love.

Nowadays, in this ever-changing society, in the life of the city, every night after singing, the lights are bright, when you return to the empty room, when you see the photo that records your youthful smile, when you see the person standing in the middle of a group of people. I found that I really missed that time, that time, and that time of us.

Every day after class, after teaching the children to draw, he walked home in the dead of night, and he wondered what was going on with her, whether she had gone to sleep, whether it was good, or whether it was not good.

How many times, picked up the phone in my hand, wanted to muster up the courage to call her, but my finger stayed on the dial key and refused to press it, even if I really dialed it, I heard the voice I had been thinking about, I was like my throat was stuck, I didn't dare to make a sound at all, I could only wait for the other party, "Hey, hey, hey," a few times, and then hung up the phone impatiently.

Sometimes I hear words like "liar" and "neurosis" coming out of the phone.

How many times I drank strong wine, I wanted to go to her immediately with the strength of the wine, but when I opened the door of the bedroom, I could not take the first step, where was the stupid leng, and then I had to slam the door weakly, walk back to the bed, and curl myself up.

The spring drizzle sprinkled the land of his hometown, and the unknown wildflowers on the hillside also filled the entire mountain, which also brought his thoughts back to those youthful years, recalling the bits and pieces they used to be together, and missing the good times they used to spend together.

He began to regret all his decisions, and was annoyed why he did it at the time, and why he didn't stick to the original intention in his heart.

Accompanied by regret and chagrin in his heart, on the way back, he burst into tears all the way, bumped all the way, as if he had walked for a long time, and still did not reach the destination he wanted to go.

Unconsciously, he has walked in the center of the campus, two white-tiled teaching buildings are still quietly standing in the beautiful campus, flowers in the flower beds are blooming in various colors, and the shards of glass that used to be around are sharply announcing victory on them.

There was still the sound of the teacher lecturing in the classroom, and he walked with a gentle step, for fear of disturbing them who were really studying seriously.

Walking to the door of the classroom office, he stood outside, poked his head in, and saw that there was no one in the office, there was a striking photo on the empty desk, at that time their family photo, which was wiped bright by his father, neatly placed on the desk, the mother in the photo was smiling very happily, although the father did not have a smiling face, but the clothes were very warm and kind.

Through the glass of the window, the blurry and clear shadow, when he saw the haggard self in the glass, smiled and made a funny expression on him, he felt like another day of self-deprecation.

He slapped his cheek with his cold hand, and at the same time wanted to smooth out the waves in his heart, but he didn't know that it was just as bright as it is now, just an appearance.

It's not that the expression changes, the person will change, many things are not visible to us on the surface, just like youth, we walk without a trace, and we can't find any marks.

In fact, those things, those years, those days that we miss, have already been imprinted into our hearts like imprints, and we can forget them when we say we can forget them.

The dream we made together that year, who is now fulfilling it with whom, in a hurry, who are we with each other we love now?

In a hurry, in a hurry, our years left neatly, leaving us only with memories.