I like the stillness of the night, when everything is silent, I can listen to my inner monologue alone, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of the old swing under the ginkgo tree in my memory.
I still remember when I was worried that day, the afternoon sun was broken, as fragmented as the memory I didn't want to touch but could not run aground. That afternoon there was no wind, did not try to blow away my thousands of sad wind, perhaps it did not have the courage to come, I opened the address book several times, finally dialed your number, with a potential strangeness and hope, after the phone was connected, there is the same gentle voice as you usually, which allows me to put aside my inner strangeness for a while. I plucked up my courage and asked you to accompany me for a walk. You promised me in an optimistic tone. I also adjusted my mood in an instant. I didn't want to throw my inner worries at the innocent you. But I hope that I can face my past calmly under your infection and follow your attitude in the world.
Some people are eager to linger in the noisy night market, while others are happy to indulge in the river where the evening wind is clinging to the weak willow, but to me, whether it is the noisy streets or the tree-lined paths with clear insects, it would be nice to have such a person with me to tell my true feelings one by one. I am a nostalgic person, this I have walked alone countless times on the avenue, the roadside flowers and grass are still the same as they used to be, let me feel a bit new and considerable that can only be more places to accompany me walking. A friend said to me before, do not regret what you have experienced, you told me not to complain about anything in the past, although the heart can not hide the pain of the past, but I very much agree, because whether it is happy or sad, whether it is to be together or separate, the past is who we really are. I apologetically take back the thoughts that roam in my mind and watch the silver glow of the moon flow on your tranquil face.
The passage of time makes the sky seem a little dark, and sometimes a few raindrops fall, but there is no lack of light in my heart, and I do not have a great rejection of this sudden unexpected guest. I just hope that it can maintain such tenderness. Don't cause you and me to disperse immediately because it comes in a hurry. I followed your brisk steps, with potential worries in my heart, and after a while you and I finally slowed down, and the rain angel from heaven finally left in silence, just like her arrival, always between the people of the world inadvertently. You took me to a ginkgo forest and told me that there were funny swings in it. I suddenly had pictures of childhood playmates pushing each other on the swings, accompanied by naive fantasies of childhood. with the advance of my footsteps, I vaguely heard the sound of "creaking" under the ginkgo trees and a burst of joy in my heart. You kindly beckoned me to sit down and in that short time. I seem to feel that childhood is within reach. When I gave you the only swing I had left, I tried to push you up with my hand, but still stopped in your naive fear. In our childhood, we were so far apart that we never thought we would get to know someone in a certain place. Now that you and I are talking about the present, we can also share similar childhood anecdotes in our memories.
Time always passes in a hurry, but our memories are far-reaching and lasting. Now, I came to this ginkgo forest alone, the moonlight slid across the swing and fell to the ground, I sat down quietly, shaking, listening to the whispers of you and me in my memory.
Author: Yu Xin
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