Chapter 5 NEVER SUMMER

I just stood there in the field.The summer that has not yet been established.Let time take away the barrenness and take me away. Once in the summer of the third year of high school, I bought "ALL ABOUT LILY-CHOUCHOU" from the street, and the sky along the road turned into tall grass growing wildly. Later, for many nights, Lily's sleepy voice would always sound in my ears, like a beacon in the return home, guiding the way to home in silence. Lily sings, I see you and you see me. Seems like years have passed.The hands on the clock face coincide and separate and coincide.Second by second, the vines of youth and the contours of the years are eaten away.

In fact, it hasn't been many years at all.Two or three years.But it seems that the water has been cut off after a mountain is separated. Boundaries that were thought to never be crossed were inadvertently crossed.You can't even look back and see that step you took was pain or happiness. Hasami Yuichi stands in a green wheat field.Looking up, you can't see the sky, only the fleeting years. He thought life should be like this.Silently like the person you like.Listen to your favorite songs.Sometimes noisy and sometimes deserted college festival.There are always people rushing past with black schoolbags under the cherry blossom trees.

A gust of wind brought countless flowers down.The strong fragrance when buried in the soil waiting for emergence. I haven't thought about ideals for many years.These sparkling words hibernated in my heart for several years. I used to think how radiantly I was going to live my life.I want a good house, a good car and a good wife. I want people to look with admiration when they mention me.I want people to laugh from the bottom of their hearts when they hear me. I have thought about it a lot.But now it is all forgotten. What else? I feel like the days are starting to slow down.Standing still and refusing to move forward.But when you are drowsy, you accidentally wake up intermittently.Suddenly you will see that time goes by so quickly.Stretch out your hand and pull it back full of ashes.

Time has long since shed the golden cicada's shell.An empty shell remains.The black dull light mocks me. Dazedly waiting for the dawn.Blindly waiting for dusk. Ants and elephants are actually the same life. I started to fall in love with photography.Although I don't always understand exposure filters and all that.But when the shutter clicked, I could clearly hear the sound of time falling heavily on the film.Instantly barren black hair. I want to take pictures of all the beautiful, ugly, happy and sad things in the world. I want to take a photo of a leisurely traveler walking alone in the early morning.Because I know they have seen the most beautiful sunrise but lost the language to tell.

I want to take pictures of students with flushed faces under the hot sun.Because I miss the back and forth every summer waiting for the summer vacation to come and waiting for the summer vacation to end. I wanted to take a picture of a deserted bench with no one sitting on it.I want to take pictures of the yellow leaves falling all over the ground. I want to take pictures of those kites that are still swaying when their strings are broken.I want to hear the sound of them finally flying into the sky. Then the shutter clicked click.Time runs very far. All about Lily Week in the summer. I think it's always easy to use words when you're young.Life, everything, life and so on.

But it took a long time to make us blush.A tree grows quietly and laughs at our youth silently. Just wait for us to turn white in a few years.Stand under the tree and watch the winter roll over the branches. But how many winters has it been? I started loving green things because of All About Lily Week.In fact, I used to hate green very much. But when I saw Hasami Yuichi standing quietly in the wheat field, I heard the sound of the wind blowing overhead. Some kites will suddenly fly very high.Then some birds flew hastily up from the field. People coming and going are the excitement of others.Only Lily Zhou hummed the epitaph of Xia Zhi quietly.

The scorching sun in summer is always capricious.Back and forth in the overhead exposure. The shade of the tree gradually passed by.One shift after another. I always become very lazy in summer and time will become very slow.Looking out at the scorching sun by the window. The air-conditioning in the room makes me never worry about heatstroke.So everything is like watching a beautiful window. Staged one after another singing and dancing, and then the curtain will come down in a certain evening. My friend said maybe this is a lifetime.Find a place where no one knows.Walk through every street hand in hand.

Find all kinds of couple clothes on the street.My heart thumped for some vague expressions and subconscious movements. I always say in my heart that one day I want to see the sky, the sea and the scenery with you. Lying down and looking up is your face and the sky behind your face. Dreaming faintly every day.Then it was dark and bright.We sent away many such silent dawns. And the silent evening. In the dream, summer seems to have passed and never passed. The cuffs of your shirt are rolled but they don't seem to be. I watched your back go and come back. I wrote to you with tears and tears.

There are always two small children on the slide.Looking at the clouds full of childhood road.Guess the sky burns out and reveals a haze. I forgot how long I hadn't eaten spicy beef noodles.I forgot how long I hadn't worn canvas pants. I have forgotten how long I haven't played a game with you.I have forgotten how long it has been since I saw you tie up your hair tie. The sun sinks slowly. Who said there's always a new day? Live the whole summer.But the memory is still so hot.The scorched land cannot bloom. Weeds spread barren.Fiery watered sorrow. Have those commoners who raised their heads and bowed their heads in the fields all the year round learned the songs of the four seasons?

Every season birds of every variety flit across the sky above the fields in haste. Shake off the soft feathers.Click on the dim question. Lying in the grass can not hear the sound of slow growth.Bury your head but you can smell the spicy taste. I have accumulated a love for floating grass all year round.In the reflection of floating clouds and flowers burning, one winter after another has passed. Fingers on the edge of the table corner, beating the time to the falling snow that piled up on the window frame. And the sun is overhead making summer after summer. Only sweat was sprinkled along the road.

Which street did the girl's flying skirt disappear into?In which wilderness is the boy's lost football hidden?