Chapter 16 moonlight paper

Decided to write to you on a night with such a good moonlight.But what words and words should be chosen?The emotions between us are implicit and secret, and there are still unspeakable thoughts. Tonight, let me borrow moonlight as a note. Cutting out with rivers, dividing into sections with mountains, one city after another is a sentence break. I have no talent, only affection. Can't be sealed, can't be delivered, my frankness and sincerity, completely unfolded, no longer concealed. People who sleep late can see it, like satin brilliance, as beautiful as frost. wilderness We pedaled bicycles with great effort, half of our faces were covered with scarves, and a thin layer of ice formed on the scarves due to the hot air we exhaled.

It's too cold.We were all wrapped up tightly, bloated and funny. You ask with your eyes: Do you want to rest? We can only see each other's eyes. I shook my head firmly. The weather report said it might snow today.When I went out, the clouds were thick, you said, there will be a good snow. As promised, you will take me to that empty field to see the cleanest first snow this year. When we arrived in the field, it was already dark and we couldn't see anything except the severe cold. You pick up some dead branches, light a fire, lay out blankets, and we sit down in the open field, waiting for the snow to fall.

The warmth of the fire warmed the face and softened the heart. There are some things that you have made up your mind to hide for the rest of your life, but you have said them all, and we have only just passed half of our lives. At dawn, you extinguished the fire and said: Sorry, there was no snow. It doesn't matter. I waited for something harder than snow. promise It was dusk when we climbed the branch of the Alps.We were so exhausted after a quick meal that even the Christmas decorations in the hotel, so gorgeous, couldn't keep my eyes open. I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you woke me up, mysteriously and excitedly, led me to the window, covered my eyes, and in your palm, I almost fell asleep again. Pulling back the curtains, you say: "I have something beautiful for you to see, are you ready?" I nodded, and you let go.Then I saw the snowflakes falling quietly. what. I held your hand in a daze, unable to speak. This is the first time I have seen snow, so sad and beautiful, like a gesture of sacrificing love. "Please remember." You said in my ear. "Maybe you will forget me, but don't forget this scene."

I heard your sorrow, I felt your burning eyes, but I didn't make a promise, because I'm afraid it will melt away like snowflakes in the change of seasons. Not with words, but with my life as a promise. One day, you will understand.