We stand at the head of the bridge, the sunset is about to fall, the Rhine River flows with golden sunshine, you and I lock the love that will never deviate from this life, and throw the key into the golden light of the sunset.

"In World War II, Germany invaded France, and the French people chose to give up resisting the Nazis in order to protect this century-old historical building." The history teacher said as he flipped through the book.

"Teacher, the country is gone, what's the use of still guarding the building?" A classmate said below.

The teacher lifted his glasses and said, "Art is the best gift from God to this nation, and only by protecting these buildings can they be protected from cannon fodder and displayed in front of the world in a hundred years." ”

The teacher stood in front of the podium and said solemnly, "Students, if you still have the strength to survive in this life, you can protect those precious and beautiful things." ”

"Damn! These are definitely the most moving words I've ever heard. I applauded below.

The class burst into thunderous applause.

"War ......," Luo Xue said.

I don't know what it means to die, but the moment I disappear, I know that nothing exists......

After class, Loche pulled the history teacher and talked about France.

I walked over to Jiang Caiying's desk.

"Cai Ying, what are you doing with hyacinths all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Whoa!" Cai Ying handed me a magazine on the table.

"There's a botanical garden that collects white hyacinths at a high price." Jiang Caiying said.

"You're not in it for the money, are you?" I say.

Jiang Caiying blinked her eyes and said, "Of course not, I just want to try." ”

"The devil believes you." I say.

"Cut!" Jiang Caiying rolled her eyes.

"Wu Yin, do you know the flower language of white hyacinths?" Jiang Caiying poked me with her finger and said.

"I don't know." I say.

"Forget it, I won't tell you ignorant people." Jiang Caiying said.

I put the book on the table and said, "I don't want to know yet!" ”

I'm lying on the table and squinting, the white hyacinths should be beautiful......

At dusk, as the three of us walked down the road, I kicked the pebbles at my feet and remembered the strange things in my recent dreams.

"Luo Xue, have you often dreamed of the same person in your dreams?" I say.

"Yes." Luo Xue said.

"Huh?" Jiang Caiying and I wondered in unison.

"You!" Luo Xue ate the cone in her hand and pointed at me and said.

Cai Ying covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't make a fuss, I mean someone you've never met." I say.

"That's hell around." Luo Xue said.

"An old man with a white beard, for example." I say.

"Smack!" The cone in Luo Xue's hand fell to the ground.

Luo Xue patted her head and said, "It seems that you are really the hell." ”

After speaking, Luo Xue and Jiang Caiying laughed and ran in front together.

I was left alone and confused.

"There is a summer camp in the summer, do you want to go?" Jiang Caiying asked.

"Where are you going?" Luo Xue said.

"France." Jiang Caiying said.

Luo Xue and I looked at each other and said, "France?"

"Think about it......" I said, dragging my chin.

"Think about a hammer and go!" Luo Xue pulled me and said.

I don't know why, Luo Xue surprisingly loves this country.

When I got home, I turned on my computer and typed the words "Hyacinth Flower Language" on the keyboard. ”

Get such an answer.

Forever missed. As long as you light the fire of life, you can enjoy a rich life with hyacinths.

"What, this is clearly a chicken soup flower." I said.

I spun around in my chair and said, "Anything else I don't know?"

I walked out of the room and was under the screen of my computer "White Hyacinth: Crush." Pure and light or unobtrusive love"

The night is deep, I have a lollipop in my mouth, my hands are hanging on the balcony railing, and many fireworks are rising at the end of the distance......

I put on my headphones and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, and the distant sound brought me to sleep.

The dim gasoline lamps reflected the water, I walked barefoot on the beach with a popsicle in my mouth, the sea breeze brushed through the skin burned by the heat wave, and the world was silent. I sat on the soft sand and watched the black and blue sea rise and fall like it breathed.

"Young man, are you thinking about the summer sea breeze?" A voice came from behind him.

I turned around, and it was the old white-bearded man again.

"Why are you again!" I say.

"Didn't I say I'd come back more often in the future?" The old man said with a smile.

"Dizzy +_+, everything in my dreams." I say.

"You can stay awake all the time in your dreams, you kid really don't have any desires in this world!" The old man said.

The old man picked up the shells on the beach and put them to his ears, "The sound of the sea is hidden here. The old man said.

"Like the sea? Old man. I said.

"What about you?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"I guess I'm obsessed......" I said, cocking my feet into the water.

"It flows through the world, witnesses the rise and fall of nations, and is silent to ......this day," said the old man, rubbing his beard.

"I like it for different reasons." I say.

"Its vastness relieved the whole world in my heart." I say.

"Oh? Is it? The old man laughed.

I stood up and stepped on the sand one step at a time, the cold water washing the soles of my feet. The old man followed behind.

"Young man, the vastness of things can contain your heart, but it can also swallow everything, in fact, the person who really relieves you is not the sea, it is the result of your heart from beginning to end, because you are not lost in the vastness." The old man patted me on the shoulder and said.

"I'm just knowing the way." I said, looking at the sea level in the distance.

The orange moon swayed and drifted on the ocean, and the boats on the shore rested here like lonely travelers on the sea.

I walked in the direction of the lighthouse, where the sea breeze sang on the cobblestone road. The old man and I walked into an unoccupied tavern, pushed the door open, and the wind chimes above my head were blown by the sea breeze. I pulled out the wooden chair and sat down, and the old man waved his hand, and the wine glass on the table was full of white beer.

"I don't drink." I say.

"It's just a dream, let's taste it, huh?" The old man said.

I took a tentative sip and vomited~

"Do you want to hear me tell a story?" The old man said.

"Tell me, there are dreams in dreams." I say.

"Do you think you had someone you loved in your last life?" The old man asked.

"I don't know, but the tear mole in the corner of my eye seems to tell me if I have shed tears for anyone in my last life." I say.

"Haha, good boy really dare to think about it!" The old man said.

A hundred years ago in France, a young painter came to France to pursue his artistic dream, and the young man traveled from place to place, and finally found a place to live, and the landlord of the residence was a young girl, who rented the house to the young man at a very low rent. Here, as if they had found a home, the young people began to concentrate on painting. Every time the young man painted, the girl would watch from the sidelines, she didn't know much about painting, but she was attracted by the incomparable concentration on the young man's face, as if he had opened up another world in this world.

"What are you drawing?" The landlady asked.

The young man grabbed his hair embarrassedly and said, "Isn't it too ugly?"

"No, aren't you happy to draw?" The landlady said.

The young man looked out the window, and the cloudy darkness made people breathless.

"I love the color of the sky." The young man pointed to the sky and said.

The landlady walked to the window and looked up, the gray-blue sky was cold.

The landlady turned around and asked, "The canvas is so small, how do you draw a piece of the sky?" ”

The young man lowered his head and waved his paintbrush and said, "But the mood of the people who look at the paintings is wider than this sky!" ”

The landlady was silent, looking out the window at the rainy sky.

"You're such an interesting painter." The landlady said.

The young man blushed and said, "I'm just a little painter who has no reputation." ”

Since then, young people and young girls have sat by the window every day to chat and paint, and have become their own confidants.

"Is the young man in love with the landlady?" I asked.

"What do you think?" The old man asked.

"I should be in love with it......" I said.

"Yes, they love madly." The old man said with a wry smile.

The young man's paintings were also loved by the landlady's father, who always talked about art with the young man.

"Damn, even my father-in-law has done it, then they must be married in the end!" I say.

The old man shook his head and said, "This is a story, do you think it......?"

I was speechless.

One day, the young man went out with the landlady. They arrived at the Art Bridge, where they stood in the middle of the bridge, holding hands, and watching the sun set over the Rhine.

"Let's use this lock as a testimony of love!" The youth said.

"Hmm." The girl nodded up and down formally.

They crouched down by the railing and locked the lock to the bridge.

"We will never be separated in this life, just like this lock." The young man kissed the girl's forehead and said.

The young man handed the key to the maiden.

"Throw it into the river! So there is no reason for the lock to be opened. The youth said.

The girl smiled and took the key and threw it into the golden water.

"It's romantic!" I say.

"yes, it's much more romantic than you are now." The old man teased.

"Cut!" I pouted.

The tired bird returned home, and the young man and the young girl returned home, and the boy's father sat on the sofa with a black face. The young man seemed to see the clue and walked upstairs alone. The girl was called out to her father in the room.

"Where have you been?" Father asked.

"We ...... It's just that...... Went out and bought some painting materials?" The girl said.

"Child, it's not that your father won't let you love each other, it's just that I'm afraid that you will lose everything in the end!" Father said bitterly.

"I don't care, I really love him!" The girl shouted.

The father slapped the table hard and said, "You will pay for your life!" ”

"I know, but I do, isn't that what love is?" The girl said.

"No, if you dare, I'll drive him away tomorrow!" Father yelled.

The young man stopped at the door, and through the door he heard the girl's father driving him away, and it seemed that in an instant everything was lost. Holding back tears from his eyes, the young man walked back to his room.

"Why is this father like this?" I complained.

"Do you hate him?" The old man asked.

"If it were me, I would have to fight with this father to relieve my anger." I say.

"Haha, what a boy." The old man said.

The next morning, the young man dragged his suitcase and walked out of the door at the dawn of the day, and before leaving, he kissed the sleeping girl, and his tears soaked the girl's pillow.

Leave a book to put next to the girl's pillow - "The Snow of Kilimanjaro"

The young man said, "I once dreamed that I was flying towards the most beautiful snow-capped mountain in the world, but in the end it became a regret. "You can walk through the rainforest, walk above the sea of clouds, enter the volcanic ash desert, and finally, climb to the highest point in Africa with the Milky Way stars and watch the red sun rise over the snow." The young man looked at the girl's sleeping face and said, "It's a pity that I can't accompany you through these things, if you don't have me, please stand as strong as this snow-capped mountain under the sun." ”

On September 1, 1939, the youth joined the army to resist the German invasion.

In the barracks, there was a cold silence before the war.

"Man, are you afraid of death?" One of the comrades-in-arms asked.

The young man smoked a cigarette and said, "Dead? Is there nothing left when you die?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Said the comrade-in-arms.

"That's fine, I'm already a dead man." The young man said with a deep puff of his cigarette.

"Dude, you're crazy!" Said the comrade-in-arms.

"He's not crazy, he's dead." I say.

"Yes, if you can't stay with your loved ones for the rest of your life, you may forget everything when you die!" The old man said.

The flames of war soon spread to the border, and the young men ran around the battlefield full of gunsmoke, the sound of bullets so close. The young man sat weakly in place, screaming bloody. "Bang!" The comrades-in-arms were shot one by one, the red blood burst out, and the young man covered his head and shouted.

"Am I going to die?" The young man asked himself as he clenched his gun. ”

"Ahhh The young man took the gun in his hand and shot everywhere like crazy.

"Bang!" His teammates' thighs were blown apart, and his veins and muscles flew everywhere. For young people who have only touched a paintbrush, all this is purgatory!

The young man leaned behind the mound of the trench and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"It's so similar to the sky the day we met." The youth said.

"Will you hate me?" The young man thought about the girl's smile and said.

"Germans! Come on! The young man dropped his helmet and stood up.

The young man rushed into the flames of battle, the smoke blackening his cheeks. “bang！” A bomb exploded near the youth. The huge wave of air shook the youth, and the "hum~" young man's mind went blank.

Die? He's dead? The world in the young man's mind is shaking and blurring. The young man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ah! "I love you so much!" The young man got up and rushed forward again. "Bang!" The youth stopped. The young man clutched his aching chest, and blood gushed out. The young man wiped the gray smile from the corners of his mouth with his bloodstained hands, and he looked at the sky with his last strength and said, "I really love you~"

The youth fell forever on that land, and I know that I will never come back, that I will never see you again, that I will never be able to fulfill my promise again, and I am sorry.

The world pales......

"Fuck, you made me cry." I said with my eyes wiped.

"It's been a hundred years, and you're still back." The old man said.

"What?_?" I say.

The old man smiled and stood up and walked to the second floor. I also stepped on the creaking stairs to the second floor. On the balcony on the second floor, a deep black piano is displayed in the moonlight like an antique.

The old man sat down at the piano and said, "It seems that I was wrong, then it should be love......." ”

"yes!" I sighed.

The sea and the sky are shining, the stars are shining, the silver threads are constantly washing, and the dilapidated boats are swaying with the waves. The old man gently taps the keys with his fingertips, and the old piano can still produce a new sound. The old man closed his eyes and continued.

The young girl found the young man's body after the war, and she hugged the cold corpse and wept bitterly, tears washing his cheeks. So she wrote this piano piece for him with her own hands.

"I'll play it to you!" The old man said.

I nodded, closed my eyes, the whole town was empty, the world was disappearing, a familiar feeling hit my heart, the orange moon occasionally brushed the slightest wisps of clouds, the rough old trees shook slowly, breathing, the sound of the piano melodiously spread into the distance, the sea rose and fell, like the sound of the piano kept spinning, tapping the keys like tears dripping, the sea breeze blew away, through the fingertips, cold and cold, is this the temperature of the ocean?

And the tears didn't know when they left, silently......

The tone fell, and I opened my eyes, my eyelashes wet with tears.

The next morning, I told Luo Xue about the dream.

"Is that song good? Does it hurt?" Luo Xue asked.

"Hmm-" I bit my lip and nodded.

I looked up, and Luo Xue's eyes were full of tenderness, like the sunset on the Rhine.