Chapter 5 I can't sit sadly beside you 3

I can't sit sadly beside you 3 A few years later, I received a letter from you.I got the kraft paper envelope from the mail room, saw the words on the lower right corner of the envelope, and was so excited that I felt tears in my eyes for a moment.Immediately tore it open, couldn't wait to sit down on the stone steps by the side of the road, and began to read it over and over again. When I saw the words written at the end, "I'm waiting for your good news", tears finally fell. Since then, I have been putting this letter in my schoolbag. At many moments when I couldn’t hold on, I lowered my head and opened the zipper on the innermost layer of the schoolbag, which is almost never opened, and took out the letter. , read the words that are already familiar to me at a glance, and at the end of the reading, I will always close my eyes and feel like weeping, feeling that all the years we have passed by are the same as those of others, but in our own Feeling particularly lonely and heroic memories, in fact, it shows that the pain encountered on the road to chasing happiness is not in vain.Just like you always say now, those ignorant youngsters in the past, all of us children who are lost in adolescence always need to go through some blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, 20th, and then gradually understand the true meaning of forbearance and peace.At that time, he always turned back so easily, as if the world really owed himself a paradise, so he pretended to be the most miserable one.I have also been in it for no reason, but I just didn't need to be rescued.

year 2004.senior year.A certain late self-study student who was depressed, when he took the letter out of his schoolbag for the 177th time to read, hesitated for a moment, and wrote the sentence "I'm waiting for your good news" at the end of the letter. I cut it out, and then pasted this small piece of paper, one centimeter wide and four centimeters long, on the outer edge of the bottom of the desk drawer—a position where you can see it as long as you lower your head. From that time on, when I was caught in the turmoil again and felt that I could no longer hold on, as long as I lowered my head, I could see these warm words.It was waiting there so calmly, waiting for me to think about it, waiting for the moment when I was captured by unreasonable sadness, waiting for me to bow my head - not to cry, but to look at it - to soothe what I wanted Those powerlessness and sadness that have nowhere to hide, like falling into the water.

It was in the third year of high school, and even the time spent burying my head in finding the letter from my schoolbag could be efficiently omitted, and I read the sentence I most wanted to see: I'm waiting for your good news. Looking back now, I have to admit that this simple sentence turned out to be all the strength to support the crumbling time of that year.