I like him, I like his literature, I value his character, I appreciate his character......

Some time ago, I saw such a passage, "Love is a thing that begins with appearance, falls into talent, is loyal to character, obsessed with sound, and finally discounts to material and defeats reality." ”

But I ......

And he always gave me a very unique sense of mystery, feeling that the distance between me and him was very close, and sometimes it felt unreachable, and even a greeting between each other was so difficult to touch!

At the beginning, he was an ignorant teenager who had just entered the society and didn't understand anything. The feeling on his body is very unique, so I don't know how to describe it, he sometimes looks like he is very inferior, sometimes he is completely different, if it weren't for him later, I would really feel that this person is very hypocritical, different from the outside!

What role I played in his life, no one could tell, not even myself. Later, I realized that I was just a passerby from beginning to end, and I never officially appeared in his story, but just like a narrator, witnessing everything about him!

But now think about it, who is not a passer-by in anyone's life, and what can we do except cherish what is in front of us at the moment? In addition to leaving the best memories of each other, what can we do?

Later, he heard that he had changed several jobs, and I asked a friend to help me inquire, but there was no news about him for a long time.

To be honest, I'm a little worried. Maybe he didn't even know that there was a person like me, but I kept an eye on him.

He is not a celebrity, let alone a big money, he is just an ignorant teenager who came out of the countryside to make a living in the big city.

The reason why I've always been obsessed with him is that I met him three years ago, and he was like a man in his thirties. His body and clothes were very dirty, but some of the things he did made me both moved and admired.

At that time, he often did the heavy work done by adults in the countryside, which made him completely change his appearance at a young age. It wasn't until I saw him again three years later that he looked like he was in his twenties.

After living in a big city for a while, he has now returned to the age and appearance he should have been.

The world is so big, but he just appeared in the city where I live, and it is still the area I am in, isn't this a special arrangement by God?

At first, I also took the initiative to look for him, but he has been avoiding me, and after a long time, I caused him to lose his first job, because he voluntarily quit because he didn't want to see me.

I didn't understand why, but then I heard from a friend that he wasn't a little white face, and I didn't mean that!

Can't friends get in touch with each other, I really don't understand, whether the world has changed or people's hearts have changed. Is it really so realistic for people to get along with each other, and there is not even the least innocence?

One day, many years later, on the occasion of my birthday, I invited him, and he still rejected me. In the end, I asked a friend to pretend to be my boyfriend and invite him in person, but he still refused!

Since then, I haven't been active, maybe he's forgotten about me, maybe he doesn't know who I am!

Two days ago, a good sister of mine called me and said that she had seen him, that he had applied for a job in their company, and that he looked very haggard and had lost a lot of weight......

I felt distressed for a while after hearing this, and I knew that he had experienced a lot over the years, and his relationship and career were not very smooth, which had a lot to do with his character.

He wasn't supposed to be in this plane, he's a man who can never be explained, and I've collected a lot of his poems and songs, and I can see a lot of things between the lines.

There is sadness, regret, and the ambition to soar into the sky for nine days, and there is also the pride of carrying a knife and crossing a horse to look at Jiuzhou. There are also ten steps to kill one person, the chivalrous love of the rivers and lakes that do not stay for thousands of miles, and there is also the magnificent momentum of the sea churning and the huge waves roaring. There is also the eternal love of children and children......

Later, in his poems, I could only see the end of the prosperity, and the helplessness of the people at the end of the song and the people going to the tea and cool.

One of his songs, "Pastoral Walk", made me see that he was retreating. In his poem "Falling Moon", there were such a few sentences: "Appreciate the autumn and remember the bright moon, so people resign from the Crane Tower!" Wet clothes on both sides, aquatic mirror flower moon. Smelling the other side of the spring, the ...... of Bliss "made me very uneasy, and I was even more worried about him!"

I was relieved to hear that he had gone to find a job. I asked my friend how he was applying for the job, and he told me that his language skills were not ideal, so he ......

He is really not suitable to appear in this time and space, he has a small disadvantage of stuttering, and once he is in a hurry, he will be even more unable to speak.

His literary brilliance is several times better than those who are articulate, but the more he tries to express his truest thoughts sincerely, the more unclear he becomes.

Now, there is no news of him, and I have even been to all his places, and he seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

This time I wasn't worried about what would happen to him, because he left behind a poem called "Alive"!

"So what are you going to do in the future? Or will it continue like this? ”

"I ...... I...... I may ...... I don't know ......."

"What kind of attitude do you have towards him, do you appreciate it?"

"It's all there! The old one he made me admire even more. ”

I nodded, I understood what she meant, and I continued to ask, "What other wishes or wishes do you have now......?"

"I'm running out of time, and I've written something for him, so I'm sorry you can help me hand it over to him when I have the opportunity in the future!"

I took a piece of paper she gave me, and the title that caught my eye when I opened it attracted me, "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms, Who Walks with Me with a Sword"!

I also said, "Actually, he wrote something for you, but he didn't have the courage to give it to you!" ”

"What's that?"

"A Girl Years Ago"

"Can you read it to me?"

"I can't remember the content, the girl in the story finally got the happiness she deserved, and I will bring it to you tomorrow. But he still has a poem, you certainly don't know! ”

"Well, I'd like to hear about it!"

The withered vines and cold leaves are still green lotus, and the flowers have withered and the flowers are remnant.

Fish swim in the shallow pond to mock the wind, autumn will go away and winter will come!

Ten years to the east and ten years to the west, I have long longed for the iron horse to return.

Born every two or two glasses, how to say three words to tears.

The sycamore drizzle falls four more, and the lonely lamp bitter tea is more mournful.

In my dream, I looked back thousands of times, only tears and lovesickness.

…………

As a few people in white coats suddenly broke in, I stopped and didn't continue reading, in fact, the most important part of the poem is about to appear, but unfortunately......