I did need to recuperate, and I was seriously hurt physically and mentally. I was in the dormitory, packing up the clothes I had brought with me, and I was crying in a low voice, I want to go home, I wanted to go home, I wanted to go home, I wanted to hide in my little nest, and use the warmth of family to heal my wounds. At this time, a song sounded in my heart: Come back, come back, wanderer of the world, come back, come back, I'm tired of wandering. I was already tired, my eyes were full of sour tears, and the wind of my hometown and the clouds of my hometown erased the scars for me.

I was waiting at the exit of the train again, and she suddenly appeared, wearing a long hair and a red trench coat, and walked towards me. I held my breath, my eyes admiring her graceful demeanor, my mind blank, and my hands and feet still at a loss. She walked over with a smile and said with a slight mockery, "What's wrong?" Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman? I said I could recognize you, I recognized you at a glance, but unfortunately you didn't recognize me, do you not believe the facts in front of you or I have not yet reached your satisfaction? I relieved myself and pretended to be calm and told her, "I knew it was you as soon as you appeared, but you are so beautiful, and I am considering whether the flowers I have are worthy of you." As I spoke, I brought the bouquet of roses from behind my back to her and presented it to her with both hands. She took it in surprise, looked at it carefully, sniffed it vigorously with her nose, and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful and fragrant!" I immediately added: "Good flowers send beauties, and flower beauties are more beautiful." This is from the heart, without flattery. "Oh, by the way," she asked suddenly, "how do you know I'm going to come tonight?" I'm talking about cutting ties with you, are you really that confident? I smiled (indeed proud) and replied happily: "I am certainly not so confident, although I think you will come, but you may not come, although I think that you will not give up on me easily, just as I can't give up on you, but you may also give up on me, but what I want to do is as long as you give me a chance, even if I feel that you give me a chance, I will not miss it." So, I succeeded. She closed her eyes and spread her arms, looking very happy and happy. I knew that this should be a good opportunity for me to hug her, at this time I could not hesitate, the opportunity was fleeting, so I boldly held her in my arms, her body was so soft, I closed my eyes, I felt fluttering and dizzy, and a voice in my heart kept telling me: really, she is coming, all the waiting has not been in vain, I can't let go of her, I can't let her leave me again. After a long, long time, I thought I should look at her again. I opened my eyes, only to find that I was holding a pillow. This was a dream I had about her on the first day I got home. Suddenly, tears wet the pillow again.

I used to have dreams about her in the next few years, and the most common version was that I was waiting for her at the train station. I waited for a long time, but I couldn't see her, I was tired and tired, so I fell asleep next to the station, and before I knew it, it was dawn, and when I woke up, I found myself asleep in bed. Sometimes I have a dream of waiting for her, but I didn't do as well as I did on the first day I went home, and I found her in the crowd out of the station, she was really beautiful, wearing a red trench coat and long hair, and when I got closer, I found that she had disappeared, disappeared into the vast sea of people. I searched in a hurry, and finally woke up in a hurry. I also dreamed of chatting with her online, just chatting and chatting, and I fell asleep in front of the computer. When I woke up from the dream, I was sad for a long time, as if I had lost something. Naturally, what can express my mood at this time is Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.