Chapter 5 Chapter 5 No Story①

①According to Luo Changpei's "Lao She and Me", "The "Wei Shen" he wrote later is the shadow of his own first love... He told me about the object of attachment and the emotional turmoil at that time. Volunteering to go to Vako, and when I arrived, because the young lady's father became a monk, my daughter was so tired that she also became an Upoyi who practiced hair-raising! As a result, this marriage could not be concluded—"The article was originally titled "Untitled (Because there is no The article "Story" describes the emotional turmoil of Lao She's first love, which is more real than "Wei Shen".

People live for tomorrow, because there is morning sun in memory; if the past mornings were as dark and ugly as hell, why look forward to tomorrow?Yes, there is pain and danger in memory, but hope sugar-coats the horrors of the past, making it bittersweet like watching a tragedy.No matter how you put it, everything in the past cannot be moved; it is real, so it is reliable; today's confusion is entirely supported by yesterday's reality, and new dreams are the unpacking and repairing of the past. By the way, I remember her eyes.She has been dead for many years, and her eyes are still alive, in my heart.These eyes watch over love for me.When I was too busy to forget many things.Even if you forget her in a hurry, these two eyes will suddenly flash lightly in a cloud, or in a puddle of water, or in a petal of flower, or in a ray of light, like the wings of a swallow. Flash, I feel infinite spring.I immediately returned to that dream, every little thing was bleak and sweet, like stepping on falling flowers alone under the spring moon.

The little fire of love drawn by those eyes is just a very pure little flame, like a little sunset glow in my heart, the crystallization of sunset glow.It can illuminate the flowing water and distant mountains.It illuminates the spring flowers and autumn leaves, and gives some golden light to the waves, but it just happens to illuminate my teardrops in my heart. They have only two expressions: one is staring, very short and fast, but absolutely real staring.With just a slight look, I saw my soul, and told me everything silently.Staring is not bad at all, I know she only needs to look at me very briefly and quickly, and the act of looking is over, very quickly, but she is looking at me in her heart, maybe how long; I have to care It's called staring, no matter how fast and how short it is.There is no need for all the poems and prose, this one glance has exhausted what "love" can say and do.The other is that the eyeballs move sideways, from a smile to a smile, a little bit of frivolity teased by love in the virginal dignity, and a little uncontrollable joy in the enthusiasm.

I haven't said a word to her, I haven't shook hands once, and I don't even nod when we meet.But she knows everything about me; I know everything about her.We don't need to look at each other's clothes, we don't need to inquire about each other's life experience, we see a pearl hidden in each other's heart at a glance; No need to pay attention.Glancing at me, she lowered her head and walked briskly, leaving a little smile in the air behind her, like a bright glow left behind after the sun sets. We avoid each other, and at the same time, we want to hug each other immediately.We sighed softly; when we met suddenly, we stared at each other for a moment, and immediately became happy, our body seemed to lose weight, and every step we took was brisk and powerful, as if we were about to jump up.

We are very willing to say a word, but we are afraid to talk, what to say?Which everyday vulgar word can express our thoughts?Let us not speak, never speak!Our eyes and smiles are eternal and complete, and everything else is broken and weak, not worth doing. We have been separated for many years, she is still so beautiful, so passionate, in my heart.She will never grow old and will always smile only at me.In my dreams, I often see her. A sweet dream is the most real, purest, and most perfect. How many small hardships and tortures in life make me depressed and make me despise life.However, where did that smile and eyes come from suddenly, I remembered that only a little bit of mood and realm could be imitated by "the peach blossoms on the face of a person", I forgot the hardships, I was no longer depressed, and I regained my youth; undoubtedly Yes, I must still be a beautiful boy in her white dream.

Spring is on the wings of a swallow, making the light of spring tremble more clearly. Similarly, my youth in her eyes will always warm my blood, like a grain in the soil, always wanting to sprout a small green shoot .A little love as small as a small bean, a move of the eyes, a move of the lips, the sun and the moon have no effect, and no matter when, we are always a pair of spring flowers that have just bloomed. Say no more, say no more!My troubles are also sweet, because she has seen me so much!