"The big dream of spring and autumn in my youth woke up in the wine full of the north wind."

She always felt that everything was back to the hot time with Beisheng, hoping that the water would never be cold.

The best period is only a few months, but it makes Xinghe think about a year, it's time to let go, Beisheng will not come back from the dead, all he can do is to appear a few more times in Xinghe's dream, or in his dream, completely disappear.

Nostalgia, slow heat, inferiority, throughout the two people's general nouns, everything is felt in hindsight, if you finish the unfinished words that day, you will remember the short meeting with all your might, leave a few seconds of hugging as the last bond, and use a little harder, will you still be able to remember Bei Sheng's face, he is still the same teenager at the beginning. Beisheng is exhausted, and he can't write about the galaxy when he writes about wind and rain.

Zhang Jiajia wrote in "Paradise Tour": "Meeting you is like wading through mountains and rivers to meet a round of moon, and when it gets dark and sad, I ask to borrow a little moonlight that day." In the future, Xinghe was dark and sad, and from the moment he was redeemed by Beisheng, he used the moonlight of that round of longing to illuminate the uneven potholes in front of him, and at the same time revealed the dirty mud on his side.

Xinghe met another moon, and at the same time became another person's moon, lighting the way ahead for the person who loved and was loved, maybe he would get lost and deviate, but as long as he grabbed the other person's hand, he would not turn around and move forward.

Wait for the wind to stop, wait for the rain to stop, wait for the galaxy to go back, wait for the story to continue, and wait for a yellow sorghum.

What is reality, reality is between the future and the present, choose the future, change the time, you will definitely not meet the moon later, maybe still in the haze. Most people can't live well without reality, just like a fish without water and a tree without roots.

Life is very short, the biggest goal of life, but to make yourself happy to live this life, happiness is to make people endure loneliness and loneliness for a long time, but still face the rising sun the next day.

Accompanied by friends, Xinghe used the time of various small holidays to go to various places to play, especially the first to go to the city she longed for the most, Daocheng was already the first choice, but that place in Daocheng left her indelible scars that could not be healed. Next is Dali, a place in the fairyland where the soul can be relieved of its tired body.

Xinghe still doesn't dare to operate the battery car, she made a local friend, named Qingyi, Qingmu's comfort is vividly reflected in her and the environment in which she is located, and it is as comfortable as the name suggests, Qingyi proposed to take Xinghe to walk in the nearby fields, Xinghe took the green train for a long time, a little tired, Qingyi turned around and pushed his own battery car out: "The car is not a good car, but look at the flowers and plants in the field, this is the most suitable." As he spoke, he patted the saddle of the battery car wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

Xinghe cast a look of approval, and rode on the back seat of the battery car, "Let's go!" ”

Passing through a winding path, Qingyi is not a "master", no matter how difficult the road is, there is not even a trace of fear, as if she has walked through this road countless times, and she can close her eyes. Looking from afar, the sky and the fields are gathered together, the whole world is exuding fragrance, and she is the rose that walks and wanders between the world and the world, full of wounds, at this time, regardless of sadness and hope, she is temporarily left behind, trying her best to suck every breath of oxygen in this world for her, she wants to live, live well, for Beisheng, for her mother, of course, she should live well for herself.

I don't know if the two girls brought the wind, or the north wind blew the girls' hearts, blowing up the broken hair in front of their foreheads, making the eyebrows and eyes that couldn't help but be more vivid and supportive, as if time and space were reversed, Xinghe and Beisheng met for the first time, no identity, no restraints, the stars in the cold night were so cold and rejecting, he was a pioneer in the desert, and he wanted to protect her for half a lifetime.

"If you want to send your clothes, you won't return them, and if you don't send them, your clothes will be cold." The scenery of red dust is all the floating light of the next world, to him and to her.

Xingchen passed by a temple, far away from the sound of the bell, and suddenly raised again, far-reaching and long, turned around and walked into the temple, praying for the health of his family and the blessing of the long; Seek a brocade sachet for Beisheng. Birds swirl over the fields, skim over the golden pagoda and white walls, wander away from the city where Beisheng lives, perch on the tall trees not far from Beisheng, and pass them on from generation to generation.

Hello Beisheng, see the words as faces.

How are you? I asked for a brocade sachet for you in the Daocheng temple last year, think about it, it should be brought to you, floating life temporarily send a dream in a dream, the world is like hearing the wind in the wind, as soon as you face the wind, you can't help but think of you, just like some people stubbornly drink the same wine for many years, I think I will miss the day when I met you that year for the rest of my life, and the years of talking with you, from three years of high school and four years of college, I have been following the sinking in the seven years without you, I will be intoxicated in the dream with you, and I will never wake up.

You said that you will accompany me to Daocheng every year, no accident we will settle here and live a dull life, the first year, you didn't come, the second year, you didn't come, you count by yourself, a few years, you always miss the appointment, sometimes I think, one day you come back, I was already old at that time, not the way I was when I first met, I think I would mind that I was not good enough, and I was afraid to live the days of missing again, my name, you used to always say that the stars in the sky are very beautiful, it is the kind of unattainable beauty, At that time, did you expect that we would never be able to have each other, maybe it was my bad name? I'm white, you're busy doing your own things in another world, everyone will move forward with their own past and responsibilities, some things can only be borne by me alone, if you're there, can I have a shoulder to rely on, I especially hope that every year in the future when I come to see you, you show up once, I will always wait, I close my eyes, imagine that you are by my side, you come to abide by the agreement, I forgive you for not saying goodbye too late.

It's time for me to go, I'll come to see you again in the lunar year, I'm fine, don't worry.