(a)

You ride the 28-truck bicycle with the words "People's Railway" written on it and walk through the spring field path. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I'm sitting behind you with a little red sports bag.

Because of the morning showers, the field trails are muddy. You're carefully crutching the taps of your bike on unfamiliar roads, you're trying your best to keep your speed and balance on slippery roads, and you're constantly reminding me to hold on to the saddle and be careful of falling off as I twist and turn.

In some particularly muddy places you had to stop. Step by step, you carry the car over those sections. Your sneakers are covered in mud. You rub the thick mud on the soles of your shoes in the grass on the side of the road. Then you look for something over there to put your feet on, small rocks, weeds, and lay them in the muddiest places. You hold out your hand to me over there and motionfor me to step on something that I can put on my feet.

As I trudged through the mud, you held on to my arm all the time, making sure I was walking on the footsteps and not stepping into the mud.

By the time we finally stopped in the depths of that sea of rape flowers, you were sweating profusely, panting, and you were still sweating from your shirt. Your shirt and pants are covered in mud. You've got a little mud on your face, too.

You gasp and ask me, "Are we going to move forward?" ”

I look at you and feel sorry in my heart. It's all because of my whimsy that you're working so hard.

I look at the mud spots on your face, and I reach for a handkerchief in my pocket. I'll hand you the handkerchief.

You look at the neatly folded white handkerchief. You didn't reach for it.

You say, "Forget it, don't stain your handkerchief." I'll find a pond to wash in a moment. ”

I said, "Don't go any further, just be here." ”

(b)

We are now in a halfway up the mountain.

Above and below are fields of golden rape flowers, cascading and flowing with gold.

I sat on a stone in the middle of the terraced rice fields, staring blankly at the sea of flowers in front of me.

Some sparse telephone poles are inserted horizontally in the middle of the sea of flowers.

You crouched in front of me, using a stick to clean the thick mud from the spokes of the bicycle wheels. You look back at me from time to time. You didn't make a noise to disturb me.

When you find a pond and wash yourself and the car a little bit back where I am, you see me still sitting there like that, in the exact same position as when you left. I didn't move.

A wave of pity slips through your heart.

You frame the car. You walked up to me, and you sat down on that rock.

You accompany me and look at the sea of flowers together.

None of us sat there without speaking. I heard some bees buzzing in my ears.

Your ears move slightly. You look back and see a line of tears sliding down my face. And then another line. They're line after line.

You look at me. You say, "Handkerchiefs?" ”

I bow my head and hand you a handkerchief.

You sighed, took it, and handed it back to me.

You touched my arm.

I take my handkerchief from your hand. I began to wipe my tears. I wiped my tears and shed tears. My tears grew more and more. Then I covered my face and cried silently. I buried my face in my handkerchief and cried.

You watch my shoulders and back flutter. You gently patted me on the shoulder.

After a while, you say, "Idealism, I feel very sad to see you cry like this." ”

I looked up from my tears and looked at your blurred face.

When I heard you say "I'm sad," my tears immediately dried up.

(c)

"I used to cry here."

I looked blankly at the sea of flowers in front of me and said to you, "I used to cry to him here." I remember. ”

You ask, "Him?" Who? ”

I said, "I don't remember what I had to do with him, and I don't remember why I'm crying here." ”

I said, "But, I remember him being by my side." When he spoke to me, I felt warm in my heart for a while, and sad for a while. ”

I said, "I remember the feeling of being intoxicated and cramping for a while. ”

You look at me and don't speak.

I said, "We were all on horseback. The horse he rode was as graceful and handsome as a Pegasus, with a snow-white body and a long tail, like a whisk in the hands of an immortal. I ran in front and he ran behind me. When I stopped, he rode up to me, and he took the reins of my horse and spoke to me. Then I cried. ”

I said, "That's all I can think about." ”

You say, "Is he, the runaway being pursued by the pursuers?" In a valley with moonlight? ”

I said, "Yes." ”

I felt a chill and my voice trembled. My tears fell again.

You look at my tears. You say, "I see." ”

You say, "So you have to shoot to stop those people from chasing him." ”

I said, "Yes." ”

You say, "Do you want to find him again?" ”

I said, "Yes." ”

I said, "But that can't be done, right?" ”

You laugh a little. You say, "There's always a way." Things work themselves out. ”

I asked, "Guide, do you believe in a past life?" ”

You say, "How do you answer that?" I believe that since every second has a before and after, and every day, every month, and every year also has a before and after, then, according to logical reasoning, every life must also have a before and after. Just as there will be no isolation, there will be no continuous second before and after, and there will be no isolated, no continuous life. ”。

You say, "Every nation, before today, has its past, and so does every dynasty." I believe that the same will be true of the life of every individual. ”

I said, "Thank you for the guidance." ”

(iv)

We sat on that rock for a long time that day.

Later, you asked me, "Idealism, if one day you remember who he is and how you have a relationship with him, what are you going to do?" ”

You say, "There has been a long time between you." ”

I said, "I don't know. I just can't help but look for him. It's like a sunflower that is going to move towards the sun. ”

I said, "I wonder why he is looking at me like that in this sea of flowers." ”

I said, "I wonder why I'm feeling so upset." ”

Then we were silent again.

After a while, you say, "What if you can't remember him all the time and can't find him?" ”

I said, "I don't know." ”

I said, "I'm lost and scared. ”

I said, "I feel like I'm in a big fog." ”

After I finished speaking, I heard you silent for a long time.

Then, in the midst of the buzz of bees, I hear you say, "Actually, everyone is." Walking in the fog, you can't see where you're coming from, and you don't know what's ahead. ”

I said, "Are you too?" ”

You look at me.

You nod your head, and you say, "Me too." (To be continued.) )