There was Tanabata for one year. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This day of being hyped by merchants to make profits is a pain in my heart that cannot be touched!

I still remember the Tanabata Festival in 08, and Dudu hugged it back for two months. I was out in a meeting, and in those days a typhoon hit, and it was stormy all day.

You feel sorry that Dudu has not gone out for several days, so you take advantage of the lack of wind and rain in the morning, put Dudu in the bicycle basket and go to the dairy store to get milk, a few minutes away, that is, a short distance of a few hundred meters from home to the gate, Dudu jumped out of the basket without warning, and lost his life at once.

When I received your anxious, sad call, I was sad and I felt sorry for your sadness. I wanted to throw Dudu's body in the trash can, but I couldn't bear it in my heart. You asked someone to bury it, and you braved the heavy rain to bury Dudu next to the big tree behind the house. The pain of losing a doodle and your frustration hurt me too.

I'm used to going home and have a stalking around, and the scene of wanting to hug before giving up is suddenly gone. I couldn't help but sit down and burst into tears, you comforted me with tears on my shoulders and said, "Today is Qixi Festival, the day when the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, Dudu must have built a bridge for them." ”

Listening to your nonsensical comfort, warm feelings rose in my heart.

But that rainy Tanabata is deeply written in my memory because of your departure - I can't wave it away.

Every affectionate day is a kind of destruction for me, and last night's sleep was just as unsatisfactory, where did I go with you in a hazy haze?

I still can't understand the difference between living and dying, living in such pain, being tired, and dying? Is it really liberated? Or has it disappeared and never existed? But how can you explain the strange strangeness of your dreams again and again?

I had no idea what it meant to live and die. You know I've always been what you call a "little confused". Live in a daze, walk through this day in a daze.

I always thought that my life was good and that I could spend this life safely, but I didn't want to fall into hell in an instant and not be able to turn over!

Can you tell me how I'm going to live my life in the future, and how I'm going to go in the future?

Maybe it's already been arranged, and I'm just patient.

Waiting for God's arrangement, waiting for the person who is worth waiting for, waiting for the person who can be with you for the rest of your life and know how to cherish it.