Wen Sibo said: "If life is only as it is first seen, a gentle sentence will fall on whose heart." A rain and a gust of wind withered away last night's lovesickness.

Becoming attached to her is a literal encounter. That day, I saw a reprinted beautiful article in my friend's QQ space. The intuition should be a girl, and the delicate writing reveals a touch of sorrow. At that moment, I suddenly felt the urge to talk to her. When I saw the QQ number below the text, I added her as a friend. Soon, she approved my friend request, but she didn't reply. I sent her a message nervously: "Hello, are you there?"

"Yes." Soon, she politely replied to me.

There was a little joy in my heart: "Hello, I just read your text. It's beautiful! ”

"If you like it," she replied politely. Her online name is Gardenia Blossom, and I think she must have loved Gardenia. My fingertips fluttered, replying, "A wisp of floral fragrance is fragrant, elegant and fragrant." Move into the study room with the fragrance of books, and pick up the pen to study the ink and paint the face. ”

"You also like words." She asked

"Yes, occasionally write it yourself." I replied

Later, we communicated with each other like bosom friends. When you meet a confidant, it should be like this! Gradually, we began to get acquainted. And I'm getting to know her more and more. It has been said that if you start to understand someone, then that is the beginning of the fall of your heart. I've always felt that online dating was too fake. I'm no longer the young boy I was. But, unconsciously. I began to get used to waiting for her QQ avatar, silently in a daze; I began to look through the chats between us again and again, and one person laughed silly. I thought, I must be crazy.

I fell in love with her, but I didn't dare to say it. Yes, this is a secret that cannot be said. I was afraid that getting too close would scare her. I'm afraid to say it, and I won't even be friends in the future. An online encounter, I never thought that it would be so intimate. When you meet your heart, you will become a cocoon. Those days of harmony in poetry and writing are always sweet. Time passes quietly in sweetness, anxiety and waiting.

Some people say that meeting the right person at the wrong time is a wound; At the right time, meeting the wrong person is a sigh; Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifetime of happiness. I want to say that I have no regrets about this encounter, whether it is right or wrong.

Crush

Some people say that when the network moves from the virtual to the real, you will find the gap between them. However, when we met in the red dust in the network, I knew that she was the fate I was waiting for in this life.

That day, she said in QQ that she would visit my family. At that moment, I was in ecstasy. Asked, "Can we meet?" ”

"Yes!" She replied.

On the day we met, I put on a white T-shirt. To be honest, I'm no longer young, and I rarely wear white clothes anymore. Still, I know, she likes it.

In the crowd of people at the airport, I looked for her. Anxiety and excitement are intertwined in my heart. I couldn't help but despise myself, "What's there!" It's not that I haven't seen the photos. ”

The soft voice of the "scholar" carried a surprise that could not be concealed.

I looked for the voice, and it was her! She's beautiful! With a sweet smile on his face, he looked at me quietly, his long hair gently raising in the wind. At this moment, it was as if time had stopped turning. I just stupidly watched as she approached me step by step.

"Silly," she teased.

I came back to my senses, and my face was a little hot. I quickly took the box in her hand and smiled to hide my gaffe, "Yes, I must be stupid when I see a beautiful woman!" ”

I glanced at her quietly, and her face flushed slightly.

I don't know if this is all about love. But, in the days we get together. I'm happy, and so is she. I sat quietly by the river with her, feeling the scenery of "the falling glow and the lonely bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky". We went to climb the mountain together, shouted together on the top of the mountain, and listened to the echo that belonged only to us, "We, we, come, come." ”

Togetherness is always short-lived. She is gone, and she takes my heart with her. I even regretted a little that I didn't tell her that I liked her.

I think I'm completely down. But I couldn't say anything, I couldn't say anything. In a later chat, I learned that she was engaged. I suppressed the surging sorrow in my heart and hid my deepest love. I thought, I should leave. No, perhaps, I've never been to her world. Didn't you? But why, my world has long been fully possessed by her.

Sometimes, I always feel that she should like me too. Every day, we have endless words to talk about. Every day, I receive her blessings. "Good morning, scholar!" "Good night! Scholar! "Scholar, can you help me revise this article!" "Scholar, remember to drink more water on a hot day!" However, I don't know when it began, her words gradually decreased, except for the daily greetings.

Her departure took away all my joy. I began to frantically stare at my phone, waiting for her message. In a piece of lovesickness, I found a happiness of my own.

On this day, I sent her Neruda's "I Like You to Be Silent"

I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.

As if your eyes have flown away,

Like a kiss that seals your mouth.

As all things fill my soul,

You emerge from all things and fill my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams,

You are like the word melancholy.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone.

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly that screams like a dove.

You hear me from afar, and my voice can't reach you.

Let me be silent in your silence.

And let me speak to you through your silence,

Your silence is as bright as a lamp, as simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with silence and stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.

I like that you're silent, as if you're gone,

Distant and sad, as if you were dead.

At that time, a word, a smile, was enough.

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real.

She replied lightly, "I like this poem too." ”

I don't know, what is she trying to say? But I didn't say anything after all. Even though we don't have a fate to stay together in this life, I am still glad that I can listen to her. It turns out that love can really be so low into the dust. It turns out that love can really be just the love of one person. It turned out that this secret was really only I could listen to.

I know that falling in love with her is the beginning of a catastrophe, but I still won't back down. If we have a distance of a thousand steps between us, then you only need to take one step, and I will walk the remaining nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in your direction.

Separated by the distance of red dust, he obsessively guards the secret that cannot be said

I thought that time would smooth everything out. However, the longing spreads day by day. It's like what is written in that poem: You see me or not, I am there, not sad or happy.

You read it, or you don't read me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go.

You love, or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing.

You follow, or don't follow, my hand is in your hand, and I will not give up.

Come into my arms, or, let me dwell in your heart.

Silently in love, silent and joyful.

Silence likes, and then hides all the love deeply. I love you, but I can't say it. Zhang Ailing said, in the tens of millions of people to meet the people you want to meet, in the thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is no earlier step, no later step, just caught up, then there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, you are also here." We finally missed a step, so I can only read you quietly through the distance of red dust. I am willing, remember your smile, remember all the good things you have given me. Then, seal my heart up. What can I give you? A greeting, a joke, a message, as for love, I can only hide it in my heart. In fact, the happiest thing for me is to miss you quietly. It may only take a second to fall in love, but forgetting you will take up all my life's time.

The rain gently lapped against my window lattice. A rain and a gust of wind withered away last night's lovesickness. Who stranded the oath on the other side of time, no matter how hard you swim and scarred, you still can't reach the shore. I think, we must have met in our previous lives, otherwise why are we so affectionate?

With the red dust as the distance, I quietly guard the shore of acacia. If you don't come, I'll be waiting by the river