Chapter 6 I can't sit sadly beside you 4

I can't sit sadly beside you 4 In 2005, 15 days before the college entrance examination, I took study leave.At noon on the day I left the classroom, I hurriedly packed everything in the classroom and dormitory and prepared to leave school.All the books and miscellaneous things were so numerous that I was dumbfounded. I had to ask two porters to make two trips to carry them down the stairs. They filled the back cover of the car, the back seat of the car and the seat of the co-driver. My mother had already driven on the highway, and when I was 100 kilometers away from school, I suddenly remembered that I took all my things, but I forgot to take away the sentence you wrote on the edge of the desk drawer——

I'm waiting for your good news. At that moment, I almost lost control and pulled out the letter from the bag in a panic, imagining that I had accidentally torn it off the edge of the drawer and took it away—— But no, the small rectangular gap at the end of the letter was left there like a scar. I'm waiting for your good news. This really seems to be a metaphor.In this life of a person, what we grasp are only things that seem huge but are essentially insignificant; what is lost is always an irreparable part, because it is small in shape, or even invisible in itself.For example, youth is lost due to growth, happiness is lost due to money, freedom is lost due to reputation...

That day, I sat in the car that was drifting away from your blessing, and experienced the banter of fate.All the way is the silent summer twilight, the anxious and melancholy chirping of cicadas, and the hot and tired dark red clouds at the end of the sky.I seem to be really experiencing a movie-like youth passing by, passing by: the dazzling green flashes outside the car window are quickly drawn into a line, metaphorically wearing all the scenery into a necklace, wearing on the body of the memory.Everything is like a living collection of sad poems - long on display, but not carefully read and felt.At this moment in the world, so many people come and go, and one day, it will be our end.But I often worry for no reason, hoping that at such a farewell moment, I will not forget what irreparable things I have left in the world.

However, if I am not regretful because I lost it, how can I know that it is irreparably important.This is yet another paradox of a life that cannot bear repeated questioning. Therefore, people should endure the temptation of hope and live like a river stretching and affectionately.Quietly through the vast plains of sadness, the deep valleys of joy, through the endless loneliness and coldness in life. In those lonely and independent years after we briefly met and then parted in the river of life, because we knew that human feelings were weak, and we followed the old saying-comfort was scarce, and we only knew how warm and cold we were-so we didn't care about others , and are so tired that they are not often willing to do things that don't pay off.But why, I still miss it from time to time, we used to be cared for by each other so unreservedly, so that in the future, I will see too many years of indifferent people, and feel lonely in a certain corner of this cold world Every moment, I will smile when I think of you.

That is you who never sat beside me sadly. That was me who never sat beside you happily—sadly, after the song ended, I suddenly realized that the real unhappiness was not being able to sit beside you anymore.