In Sinian, I gave up on you, not because I don’t love you, but because I love you too much. I don’t want you to start from scratch. How can I bear to see the suffering you suffered for me and the fatigue you suffered for me?

If you love you, I miss you happiness and miss you happiness.

But I don’t know that I can be so profound in your heart, and that moment really becomes eternal.

Beautiful girl/I accidentally peeked at you

Dancing by the Tuojiang River/Intoxicated in your own world

You are the elf who fell into the mortal world/Dancing lightly and crystal clear

I want to praise you / but I can't open my vulgar mouth

At that moment/I carve love into the pendulum/condens it into eternity

We were two split souls

In each other's eager eyes/dissolve into one

In Shinian, you said it very well. We are two people, but one soul. I am willing to be one with you and never distinguish you and me again. You always write poems for me, and I always can’t understand your poems. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, as long as you can understand the tenderness in my eyes and the heart that loves you. You always say this and always recite for me with such affection.

Even in a dream / I wish to soothe your heart / use the gentlest words / engrave the mark of love

Even in a dream / I want to get your cherishment / in a soft heart / your eyes are as clear as

Even in a dream / I want to go back to the past / hold your hand to see your pure and beautiful face / There are also traces of touching you once

In Sinian, you said, you often dream about me, dream about my smile, dream about my light and flying beauty. I never remember this dream. All I can remember is your kindness to me. No one has ever loved me like this.

Never love someone like this

You fill my heart / if you can squeeze out the gap

It's filled in / or you

Never love someone like this

Just finished missing you / turned around

Your shadow appears in front of you

Never love someone like this

I will be happy/pained because of your happiness

I will also/watch the weather in your city every day/

Sinian, do you know? I have become accustomed to the weather in Baidu Longyan: 9-5 degrees of heavy rain and breeze in Longyan. These days when you leave, I am in Baidu every day, guessing your mood, just like you, when you see rainy weather, you start to get irritated.

When you are old, your head is white, your sleepy and drowsy, and you are napping by the fire, please take down this poem, read it slowly, recall the softness of your past eyes, and recall the heavy shadows of their past; how many people love your youthful hours, love your beauty, false or sincere heart, only one person loves the soul of your pilgrim, loves the painful wrinkles on your aging face; bow down, beside the red stove, tell the disappearance of love sadly, it slowly paces on the mountain above its head, and hides its face among the stars.

This poem is beautifully written, I said with a smile. At that time, I said I would grow old, and when I was old, would you still love me like this? In the past year, you actually burst into laughter. I don’t know what you laugh at. You pinched my face and said seriously that this is the poem by Yeats, the greatest English poet of the 0th century, and it was circulated all over the world. How could I write such a beautiful poem?

In Sinian, you said you were a mortal and would never become a poet. In this world, there will always be something that binds you.

Yes, in this real world, life is life, love is love, and no one can unify them. As for the world of poetry, no one will pay attention to it, and no one will get involved.

In Sinian, if you want, you can also become a poet. As long as you don’t have to know the price of pork in the market, the price of the house, ignore the salary every month, and don’t worry about how much deposit there is in the bank.

Unfortunately, we can't do it, we can only crawl in this world with pressure.

When love begins/I am at the end of the calculation

All the time to calculate/calculate until the separation is really coming gently

When love leaves / Looking back on faded yesterday

The most precious thing is the deep expectation I have ever had

Sinian, you said, you are afraid that I will leave you. Since the first time I hugged me, I am also like this, and I have been trembling. Every time I meet, I am afraid that it is the last time. Every day, I am looking forward to your arrival, just like you are looking forward to me.

In the past year, if there is really a next life, will we still have as hard work as we love in this life? If there is too much dullness, will you feel that it is not the love you want?

Sinian, I remember the birthmark on your arm. How did you know it would be me? Should you also bite the mark of the world on my body?

Yangyang thought blankly all the way, and when he was happy, he pursed his lips and laughed secretly. When he thought of pain, he bit his lips and cried in tears.

"Girl, here."

The aunt next to him touched Yangyang's hand and came to her senses. The only two of them were left in the carriage. This aunt, alone, started from Wuhan and walked all the way with Yangyang.

Watching the aunt slowly walking towards the phoenix, Yangyang was wondering, is there a sad love story hidden in the aunt's heart?

Yangyang got out of the car and walked out of the station. It was already night in the phoenix. From a distance, you could see two rows of lights that were gradually becoming light and dark, reflecting the quiet and winding Tuojiang River.

This is the phoenix, Yangyang's heart is filled with tears.

Phoenix/is a river/reflects your graceful figure

Phoenix / is a row of stilt houses / I stand by the river for longing

Phoenix/is an ancient city that has been waiting for thousands of years/buried my dead love

Phoenix/is a distant dream/carrying my old love

Yangyang recited the poem written by Fu Sinian, got on a motorcycle, and arrived at the edge of the Hongqiao in a few minutes, climbed down from the square, and arrived at the riverside.

In this season, the phoenix is ​​still off-season, but many tourists are already eager to come to the phoenix to pilgrimage to this small town that has been waiting for thousands of years. This small town comes from Shen Congwen's pen and is displayed in Huang Yongyu's paintings.

Yangyang followed the familiar road and leaped under the bridge of the Hongqiao Bridge. Here, there were always a group of innovative young people standing, revealing their helplessness, confusion, and youthful passion. Yangyang was very strange. How could these seemingly contradictory things be expressed in a person's eyes? It was so complicated.

After passing through the rainbow bridge, it gradually became quiet. The sound of high heels floating by occasionally echoed in the long alley, stopped and took a deep breath.

Si Nian, will you be here?

Without the bar, the lights in the alley are a little dim. A few small boats lie leisurely on the Tuojiang River, swaying gently, telling the tenderness of the water.

The bluestone slab that was bulging into a ferry was still silent, and the willow tree beside it gently swayed his sad thoughts.

On the steps, there was a person sitting, with his back dimly lit by the street lights. Yangyang could still clearly see this familiar back, lonely and lonely.

Fu Sinian was looking at the distance, and wherever he looked, there were several girls in Miaosu suits, taking photos.

It was really you, Sinian.

Fu Sinian really kept his promise, returned to Phoenix for the rest of his life, stayed in Tuojiang, and waited for her arrival.

He is really a wandering love bird. I remembered that when I was in Wuhan, Fu Sinian was twitching with a down-and-out beard, and Yangyang's heart hurt a little. This man always likes to be refreshing. If it weren't for pursuing the dream of love called Yangyang, how could he be affected by the natural wind and dew? He is lonely and unkempt.

I owe him in this life, or is it really he owe me?

Yangyang pursed his lips, plucked the hair in front of his forehead, and walked over.

"Sinian," Yangyang shouted softly.

The figure who was sitting withered, stood up and turned around when he heard the call. His eyes were as infatuated and confused as before, emitting water-like tenderness and joyful light.

Fu Sinian's body trembled slightly, his hands crossed and his mouth moved. His voice seemed to have traveled through the ancient times of Hengyuan before floating in front of him, "Yangyang, is it you?"

All this is like that night two years ago, sad and romantic, with a faint melancholy...
Chapter completed!