Autumn always gives people an inexplicable melancholy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info watched the leaves of the treetop branches slowly turn yellow little by little, a gentle autumn wind blows, a little yellowed leaves are shaken off the branches, in the air after several struggles and hovering, and finally weak swaying is very unwilling to hang down, falling to the ground and being swept up by the wind again to blow all over the ground, there is a feeling of sadness and parting.

The first autumn rain since the beginning of autumn, ticking day and night, it has been raining for three or four days in a row, and it is not annoying, and it continues to be patiently ticking without hurry, and there is no intention to stop. The humid air, the damp mood, the heart, and the whole world seem to be moldy, and it is oppressive and breathless.

In such a rainy day, Lei Lei habitually sat by the door of his clinic, holding a cup of light warm tea, looking at the rain and fog outside the door in a daze, and the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes were unaware, just so dumbfounded, looking out in confusion, his thoughts drifted into the distance, and floated to the person who was buried in his heart and missed him deeply.

The bits and pieces of the past are vivid, but the woman he loves dearly, Anne, has left his life, and he has not been heard from for three years. Wang Guozhen has a poem: It's not that I don't want to love, it's not that I don't want to love, I'm afraid that love will also become a kind of harm. They belong to the kind of person who met the right person at the wrong time. It was precisely because of love, affectionate love that his Anne reluctantly chose to leave. She wanted to give him back a peaceful, plain and ordinary life. She walked resolutely and did not look back. Even cut off any contact with him, and wandered away from home.

Anne, where are you? Have you gone to the vast Mongolian steppe that you have always longed for? Blue sky, white clouds, green meadows, flocks of sheep, horses, tent houses and butter tea, even though they are beautiful and charming, without my company, are you lonely? Or, you went to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River that you like, in the misty rain and fog, you are holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking on the bluestone pavement in a daze, walking aimlessly across one bent bridge after another, who will be lonely and helpless? Or maybe you saw through the red dust and settled in a temple next to the West Lake for the rest of your life? Can't the sound of bells and drums wake up the heart that you still miss me? The white lady has been pressed under the Leifeng Pagoda for thousands of years and can't forget Xu Xian's love for twenty years, how can you forget me just like this, and bear this lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness and hatred alone? Annie, you and I are so cruel. Do you know that I wander under the moon every night and call you affectionately, and my midnight dreams are all your figure. During the day, I kept myself busy and tired in an almost masochistic way, tired and paralyzed, without the slightest strength to think about you. But in the dead of night, my mind is still full of you.

I can't forget the first time I saw you. Your clear, bright and charming eyes captured my heart for the first time. The moment I met your eyes for the first time, my heart was beating and I didn't listen to my command. The faint melancholy in your eyes makes me feel distressed. You are very sweet, and even the voice of your voice is gentle and sweet, which fascinates me. Later, I learned that your favorite food is candy, so I named you Tangni.

Do you remember when we went to see the willows by the lake? In the early spring weather, the willow branches have just sprouted. The wind swings the willow branches softly. The swaying willow branches resemble your long flowing hair. The wind lifts your hair and gently brushes my face, and the faint scent of shampoo remains in my mind for a lifetime.

Do you remember when I took you to see the peach blossoms? The pink peach blossoms reflected your cheeks, and the peach blossoms on the human face were really red. You childishly throw off your skirt and turn in circles and self-absorbed, so beautiful. The peach blossoms are still pretty every year, and it is difficult to see the figure of Yi in the tearful eyes.

Do you still remember, in order to relieve your boredom, the first time I rode a bicycle to take you over the mountains and mountains to the mountain stream, and shouted loudly to vent the frustration in my heart? Do you still remember the feeling of our echo drifting for a long time in the mountain stream? We sat side by side on that nameless hill, holding your hand tightly, I didn't dare to let go, but I was afraid that if one of you was not careful, you would leave me.

I remember, like a child, you stood on tiptoe on the edge of the cliff by the ditch to pick the red sour dates for me, and you didn't say enough when you had two full pockets, and then stuffed them in my pockets, looked up at me with your big watery eyes, and whispered mischievously: "You are only allowed to eat one when you think of me." "The sour jujube was not willing to eat at the time, and I dried it again when it was soft in my pocket, and now the grains have bottomed out, and you still haven't come back.

I remember asking me to cut a moon flower from home every day when I went to work, but many times the flower could not be delivered to you. Nowadays, I pick one every day and put it on my desk, and each delicate flower looks like your smiling face.

I remember you liked to drink coffee and preferred coffee-flavored sweets. I've never eaten candy, and now I'm used to peeling a candy and melting it in my mouth when I'm fine. Along with my heart, it melted. But where are you? I have left a drawer of all kinds of sweets for you, but I have never seen your shadow, and the morning light on the horizon wakes people from their sleep. Lying beside her beloved, she propped up her elbows and admired her husband's sleeping face. The delicate face, sleeping on his side like a child, secretly kissed the corners of his mouth. Sweet snickering on the side. Pretending to move his head as if nothing happened, pillowed on his arm, hugged him tightly, and the observer was woken up by my unintentional awakening, his hands naturally wrapped around me, his face rubbed hard against my chest, and said lazily: "Baby, I'm sleeping." At that time, my heart was full of happiness.

Recalling the first acquaintance, he often did wrong things and was said by him, chasing and shouting "two goods", he would often tell some big truths, teach me to learn this and that, over time, the subtle feelings between the two have changed slightly. Second, this word became his unique name for me. When you get off work, slow down and wait for him; When it's time to get off work, step up and catch up with him. Being by his side is also a kind of sweetness. Once, I watched him chatting with a few colleagues in front of me, but I never had the courage to follow, but when I thought it was like this, I saw him call me back, put his hand on my shoulder, and invite me to dinner. I never had the courage to follow, but when I thought it would be like this, I saw him turn around and call me, put his hand on my shoulder, and invite me to dinner, and at that moment, my heart trembled terribly, and my face was red and burning.