"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan?" Why does our soft heart always leave the vicissitudes of time and become harder and harder, why does our delicate face always record the traces of the years and become older and older?

It's just that time flies, and we can't go back to the past, to rewrite the original history, and make a deal with the old man of time. If so, it's not as good as the feeling when you first saw it......

Yes, life would be as good as it first saw it, and there is a lot we can change. "I leaned against the iron fence gate, while waiting for Daewoo to pick me up, I took out the small cloth bag that Xiaoying gave me, this is a handmade exquisite bag, at first glance it looks like blue and white, but the color is different, the color is dazzling and rich, the flowers are complex like cherry blossoms, I pulled the string that tied the bag and took out the contents inside.

I looked at it carefully, and remembered that this should be a work like ukiyo-e, the brushwork was lofty and smooth, and Xiaoying was able to collect such a work, and gave me a painting that looked like her, how deep the meaning was, I didn't think through, but my heart was more warm.

I put the painting in a cloth bag, a bunch of headlights flickered over, Daewoo drove up to me, I pulled the car door and got in, looking back at the school gate and the flickering neon lights that were getting farther and farther away from us.

What I didn't expect was that this look back turned out to be a farewell...

Before our car reached the hotel, the rain began to rage, first the rain was dripping and the wind was whining, and we rushed back to the hotel in a bit of embarrassment, turning on the news, but it was an overwhelming rainstorm information. The way back, although it is high-speed, is still a little long, and it is not difficult for us to cross the mountains and mountains, but the most worrying thing is the geological disaster, which will be a nightmare for those of us who have a somewhat fixed holiday.

Everyone got together and finally decided to leave for tomorrow early in the morning.

Despite all the reluctance, I still reluctantly agreed to the plan of my friends, we are all ordinary people bound by work, and the rare leisure outing is just a kind of relaxation, when you become familiar with a strange face in a strange city, the summoning slowly unfolds.

Xiaoying replied to the message for a long time after receiving my WeChat, but it was just an expression, and then she posted a poem on the WeChat circle of friends, "People don't know where to go???"

I thought about it and replied with a sentence of "The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall!", but I didn't see her reply, so I was annoyed again, opened the painting casually, took a look at this quaint lady's picture, and thought about the bits and pieces of the past two days for a while, and my heart was full of bitterness.

The rain became heavier and heavier this night, and the plantain outside the window was ravaged by the wind and rain, and from time to time there was the sound of tree branches breaking, sometimes there was no noise, and the sound of rain falling on the branches or concrete floor was very clear, and the sound of the waves on the river farther away also came, rendering the night into a field.

Zhaoyang woke me up at six o'clock, we simply packed up, everyone carried their backs, retired from the room, and prepared to leave the city.

Daewoo opened the car door, and everyone got into the car one by one, and when I was the last one to get in the car, I started the car and set off.

On the dawn highway with the headlights open, we were surprised to see that the little shadow was holding an umbrella and standing quietly in front of the car...