lost summer

Since then, I have never met Yuncheng again.He has completely disappeared from my life, I don't know where he went, and I don't know if he has come back. □□ Those bleakness in the early years are scars that cannot be erased in my youth.That summer, I lost my childhood and met my first growth.The boy is no longer the boy he was at the beginning. That summer became a distant place that I will never go back to.In the following years, I have a new lover, a new family, and a new journey.

That year, my parents left me, and I began to depend on each other with my grandfather.That year, I met the kindest person who loved me the most besides my parents, although he separated from me shortly after we met and disappeared from the city very quickly.

Some people would think that how could two men fall in love, let alone an immature boy and a young man.But it just happened, and it's there even if nobody admits it.I really fell in love with this man, and his love for me was stronger than my love for him.He once walked into the boy's world in the loneliest and most helpless time of a boy, illuminating the boy's growth path like a ray of light, dispelling the filth and darkness, and giving the boy warmth and support.

Until the second year, I often dreamed of Yuncheng at night.I also often dream about the vision I had in my head when we had sex for the first time.In the clean dream, he and I were on the grass by a plateau lake.We sat side by side by the lake full of stars and moonlight, and in front of and in front of us were endless grasslands.The horizon connects the grassland and the sky, and the sky is a gorgeous Milky Way with beautiful meteors passing by.

He was the first person I fell in love with in my life, but God was unfair, and before we even had more contact and understanding, he was cruelly taken away from my side, without any room for negotiation or maneuver.

Apart from that beautiful dream, I also often dreamed that Yuncheng was driven to hell by monsters and monsters, and was whipped in the underworld.The ghost pawn of the underworld picked up the whip, and the ruthless whip rose and fell on his body, whipping him. He screamed in pain, and his desperate eyes pierced the night.When I woke up from the nightmare, I was covered in sweat, and the pillow next to my head was full of tears.

According to folk myths and stories in our country, there is an afterlife after death, good people will be rewarded with good rewards, and bad people will be rewarded with bad rewards.Buddhism also has the concept of karmic reincarnation.I never believed it, but as I got older, I started to believe it too.After all these years, even if he had survived, he would probably be dead by now.We are separated by yin and yang, and we may never see each other again, but I know that he will be reincarnated in a happier and more free place in his next life, where he can fly in the boundless sky like a kite with a broken string.

According to legend, after death, people will go to the underworld of Huangquan. After passing the ghost gate, they will go to a road called Huangquan Road.Flowers and leaves never see each other, miss each other and cherish each other forever.At the end of the road there is a river called Wangchuan River, and on the river there is a bridge called Naihe Bridge.Walking across the Naihe Bridge, there is an earthen platform called Wangxiang Terrace.There is a pavilion next to Wangxiang Terrace called Meng Po Pavilion, and a woman named Meng Po is waiting there, offering a bowl of Meng Po soup to every passer-by.There is a stone by the Wangchuan River called the Sansheng Stone.Drinking Mengpo soup makes people forget everything.The Sansheng stone records the past, present, and afterlife.Walk across the Naihe Bridge, take a last look at the world on the Wangxiang Terrace, and drink a cup of Wangchuan water to cook this life.

It is another summer, on this night accompanied by the breeze and bright moon, I returned to the place where I left my first love many years ago.I was walking alone in the landscape where things were changing and people were changing. When I stopped and stopped, I looked down at the edge of the dilapidated wall and saw a Bana flower.The delicate red color jumped into my eyes so suddenly, shining brightly in the white dazzling lights of the nearby construction site.I leaned over and looked at it in surprise.When I looked up at the sky, under a bright moon, in the vast night sky, the smiling faces of that boy and that man from decades ago appeared again.

No one is in the dim moonlight,

It's a pity for the foolish guest in the world.

I know what's going on with your tears,

Recalling his life in the heartbroken sound.

——Using "Huanxi Sand"

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