Love Song Zhang Baotong 20.2.9

Originally, I still had some items and the year-end dividends of the production team that had not been dealt with, but because of the urgency of time, my brother asked me to leave them alone, saying that he would come over to deal with them after I left. However, because I didn't see Chunmei, I didn't have the joy of recruiting for a month, I missed her very much, and I didn't know when I would be able to come back, so I thought that my goodbye would make her very sad, and even misunderstood that I was deliberately avoiding her. It would naturally make her think that my past love affair with her was just a façade, or a deception.

However, I had no choice, I didn't have a chance to confess to her, in fact, what I wanted to say to her most was that I would still love her as always, and let her wait patiently for me.

I was very lonely in Xi'an, so for a long time after I came to Xi'an, I thought about her all day long, and felt that it would be a regret of my life not to be able to be with her in this life. I had always wanted to write to her and pour out my thoughts and romances to her, but I didn't. Because I know that I can't go back to where I was, and we can't continue to love each other thousands of miles apart, and the end of continuing to love each other will only cause more damage to our mutual feelings. But I will always cherish my love affair with her.

She was the warmest and brightest sunshine in the hardest and loneliest time of my life, and the purest and most beautiful emotion in my life. She is my life's gratitude, a life's comfort, a life's love song.

Later, I went to visit her, she was married to a local farmer and had children, but she was not doing well. A few years ago, I went to visit her again, but the villagers said she had passed away. As soon as I heard this, tears rolled down my face. Thinking that I will never see my beloved lover again, a boundless sadness has since permeated my heart.

The Qingming in my hometown is always drizzling and rainy, and it is cloudy for a long time. There is always a kind of breathless depression and sadness in this kind of weather. I shouldn't be back here in this weather, or at this time of year, because I'm facing my graduation exams. However, I still want to come back and see my beloved lover.

She had been buried in the woods behind the village for more than two years, but I had not been able to come back to see her. I only heard from my mother last month. Her name is Chunmei, and she is the most beautiful and beautiful girl in the local four towns and eight villages. We were classmates from elementary school to middle school, and we always went to and from school together, but later we were admitted to the high school in the prefecture together. But because her father was ill for a long time, she couldn't come up with the money, so she left the school and went to Changsha to work. But every time she passed by the county, she would ask me out to meet. I told her that when I graduated from college and got a job, I would give her a good life. However, when I was a sophomore in college, she was forced by her father to marry a truck driver. Because she was embarrassed and always avoided me, we never saw each other again. Perhaps because she was unhappy, she suffered from depression and committed suicide by drinking pesticides.

Her departure not only took away my first love, but also took away my beautiful thoughts and emotions in the past. The reason why I want to come back to see her at this time is to burn the paper for her, to express my sorrow and nostalgia for her, and to dissipate the sorrow that I have accumulated in my heart.

Chunmei's grave is on the edge of the forest on the hillside behind the village. It's a large old cemetery, and the weeds grow more than a man's height. Under the sunshine of Qingming noon, it presents a dead silence of desolation and desertion. Chunmei's grave was soon found in a small cemetery. Here are my lovers buried, and my best emotions are buried. I knelt down in front of the grave, lit the burning paper I had brought with me, and burned them one by one. After the coarse yellow burnt paper burned, it flashed a bright light, and then shrank into a small piece of black ash, which was blown away by the mountain wind in the wild. I silently looked at Chunmei's tombstone with tears in my eyes, recalling the innocent years and good times when we were dependent on each other, and her departure made me lose my most beloved person, so that I would never see her again. When I think about it this way, I feel that the day of life will never shine again. Tears poured out of her eyes and sprinkled on the graveyard.

After crying for a while, I wiped my tears, and when I looked up, I saw that the sun had risen over the top of the mountain, and the sky was suddenly much brighter, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. The mountains are deep green, the morning mist flutters in the wind, and the transparent air penetrates the heart and lungs, which is refreshing and intoxicating. At this moment, a clear and bright song came from the forest on the other side of the hill like a nightingale piercing the dawn night sky.

"The sun comes out and shines on the mountains, and the golden light fills the mountains, and the heart is open and bright. I couldn't help but stand sideways and listen. This song is so pure and bright, like Chunmei singing. Because in this mountain, only Chunmei can sing such a sweet and bright song. Her voice was so high that it seemed to pierce the vast and boundless sky.

Startled by the song, I stopped at the side of the path and stared at the place where the song had begun. With a red light flashing from the path at the edge of the forest. A girl holds a small bamboo basket. With a long braid, he walked slowly from the other side of the forest with a light step. Because the woods were only a few dozen steps away from the cemetery, the girl saw him at a glance. Perhaps it was a stranger, she stopped singing, lowered her head and quickened her pace.

The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, slightly taller, but her appearance is very delicate and bright, and with that fluttering posture, it is like a fairy in mythology entering the world.

The girl kept her head down, but, when she was almost in front of him, she deliberately slowed her pace, raised her head, smiled at me generously and curiously, and then hurried past me. Her smile made her beauty even more dazzling, and I was stunned for a moment, and I stood on the side of the graveyard and watched her back slowly descend the hill, but my heart was pounding.

I subconsciously followed her, like my soul had been taken away by the girl.

Follow the path down the hillside that leads to the lake, because this is the path that Yingzi took in the morning. At noon, the sun shone brightly on the mountain road. The mountain path winds up and down, up and down, empty, but the cool breeze blows from the lake, and it doesn't feel too hot.