little city

In the afternoon, the sky began to rain lightly, the kind of drizzle, as if a fine yarn-like door curtain was installed under the eaves.Transparent yarns are densely projected from the sky, like an endless gauze net, the world as far as the eye can see is covered in this net, hazy and layer upon layer.If you squint your eyes, the gauze net seems to be completely invisible, but the world outside the house is getting wet gradually, the stone slabs on the ground are covered with a crystal water film, the towers on the distant mountains are no longer clear, and the lotus pond has risen. In the thin mist, the leaves of those high lotus ponds stand gracefully, and the lotus flowers dotted among the leaves are like fairies coming out of the bath, wearing pink tulle bathrobes, and lowering their eyebrows shyly.

I was sitting in the tea house of Linongxuan, a cup of Taihu Maojian was just brewed, the tea juice was tender green, and the fragrance of the tea came through the medium of moisture, and the fragrance was lingering and far away.I hold the teacup lightly, smell the fragrance and drink it, and close my eyes to be intoxicated, as if the past time has been integrated into this cup of clear tea.

Ten years ago, I went to university in this city, but after graduation, I never came back, and I don't even want to recall that time.It is rainy all the year round here, just like a sentimental girl, but I am a wild wolf from the northwest plateau, with a different nature.

How did ten years go by?A blink of an eye, a moment, or a lunch break, a dream?Ten years passed in the early morning light, in the busyness of work, in the afterglow of the setting sun, and immersed in the day after day.

The passage of time is never changed by people's will, and those days that sneak away quietly dissipate in the long river of time and space.Even so, since I was a child, I have never been afraid of the passage of time, and I even hope that time will pass faster.From a young age, I couldn't wait to grow up, and when I got older, I desperately wanted to go to college, work, earn my own money, and support a family.I have been in a hurry, hoping to catch a high-speed rail train to take me to the place I want to go, whether it is heaven or hell, it is my own choice.

However, when ten years really passed in an instant, and I returned to the starting point ten years ago, I also felt a little panic in my heart.No matter how hard or difficult the past days were, when they become the past, the ordinary and repetitive days will finally condense into a memory origin, and those special days will gradually be elongated and become more special, as if just now same happens.

Ten years later, when I visited the small town again, the endlessly surging Yangtze River, the canal filled with merchants, the vast expanse of Taihu Lake, the plum blossoms and rhododendrons in the park, the rain lanes on Qingshiban Road, and the quiet mountaineering trails were all in my mind. Scenes are presented.The small town that I thought I remembered had long been blurred, just like my own youth, gone with the wind.But at this moment, the memory has become clear, and even the details that were not noticed in those years are vivid at this moment.

I thought of the rain in the small town. Sometimes it slapped the windows of the dormitory like a storm, and sometimes the drizzle fell on the lover's shoulders, and sometimes it rained continuously and there was no sunshine for several days.Even when it’s not raining, you can feel the humidity and humidity in the air, and there’s always a downpour.

Water is a kind of miraculous substance, it is cloud, rain, fog, snow, ice, unpredictable, constantly doing physical changes.Throughout the ages, water has been endowed with rich meanings. Lao Tzu said "the best kindness is like water", Confucius said "the dead are like the husband", and Zen said "a kind heart is like water".I personally think that water is the messenger connecting the world and heaven, and water is tears.

It's the season of plums and yellow rains again. Every year at this time, it is the season of parting and the season of sentimentality.The rain kept falling, and the young man who was galloping in the rain got off the bridge and disappeared at the end of the twilight rain.Hengtang Road is still there, and the golden years have long been blown away by the rain and the wind.

To this day, I still remember the weekend with Jing Shu.As night fell, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River became quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.On the narrow river, row after row of stone arch bridges span the two ends of the river, connecting the world on both sides of the river.Both sides of the river are full of business shops, inns, teahouses, old houses, simple and elegant.A string of red lanterns are hung on the merchants under the sheds, illuminating the roads of pedestrians at night.

The fog rises slowly, the stone bridge in the distance disappears, the tall horse head wall is looming, and the pedestrians on the nearby bridge seem to be walking on the sky street.The surrounding air is mixed with green grass, rice wine and the moisture evaporated from the river water, exuding a unique smell of Jiangnan.

Jing Shu and I stopped and walked along the promenade by the river.Jing Shu was wearing a beautiful white gauze dress with pure white stockings on her legs, she was as pure white as a fairy.We sat on the benches for tourists to rest under the awning, Jingshu leaned gently on my shoulder, I turned sideways, just enough to see her long eyelashes and ruddy side face.For a person like her who seemed to be blessed by heaven, who would have thought that she would suffer unexpected torture and blows mentally.How I wish she would not be so understanding, not so gentle and virtuous.I often wonder if her life would be easier if she was a little more aggressive and a little more nervous.I looked at her, wishing I could give her all my energy and love, save her from slipping into my own spiritual world.

Her faint fragrance is exuding in the air, and the invisible aromatic molecules are all the reasons for this fate.Everything in this world is going through fire and water, desperate, heart like ashes, and plain like water, isn't it all gradually anesthetized in this invisible fragrance.When you are intoxicated, this fragrance will start to surround you all the time, close your eyes, hold your breath, and the fragrance will hit your face.

The humidity was so heavy that eventually the tiny water molecules condensed together and formed water droplets, which fell from the sky.The rain as thin as a cow's hair swayed gently with the direction of the wind, drifting to the river bank for a while, and then drifting to the bridge hole for a while.My back felt chilly, I took Jingshu's hand and walked towards the inn.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, only the shopkeepers who are about to close and a few lovers who are reluctant to stop.On the river ahead, a black-covered boat was floating, staggering, swinging out from under the bridge hole.The rainwater hit the hull of the ship, splashing slightly, and the rain and mist were so misty that it was impossible to tell what year it was.We walked slowly, marveling at the unique situation brought by this timely rain. The sound of ticking rain was like the pendulum of a clock, and the beauty of life disappeared secretly in the drizzle under the twilight.

Jing Shu walked from the porch shed to the porch eaves. She stretched out her hands and let the rain moisten her tender skin.She closed her eyes slightly, afraid that this moment would slip away like this.She was originally a quiet person, and the tranquility at this moment is so pious. It is a gratitude to nature and a nostalgia for life, and she is short of reconciliation with herself.

I stood behind Jingshu, crossed my hands, and hugged the elf tightly in my arms.I love her so much, for her kind heart, for her sentimentality, for her flamboyant figure, and for her extraordinary demeanor.

Jing Shu turned around and hugged me, her frail body fell into my arms.

I can feel her heartbeat, her body temperature, and the strength of my two arms has deepened, for fear that she will suddenly turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear.This moment is like a dream, so that I am so scared, afraid that this moment will pass and I will never find it again.

"Xiao Xiao, is all this real?"

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, just pinch your own cheek, and if you feel the pain, it's true."

"However, I believe it can also hurt in dreams, just like the multidimensional world we discussed. Are you afraid of death?"

"I would be afraid, but if that multi-dimensional world exists, then we are not dead, but our souls have gone to another world, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"How I wish that world really existed, that would be great."

"It must exist. I believe, at least in our hearts."

"You don't have to lie to me. I know you don't believe me, but it doesn't matter. I am very grateful for everything you have accompanied me. This is the greatest luck in my life."

"Jingshu, don't say that, it's my honor."

"Let's go back!"

We walked back to the hotel hand in hand.The folk houses with wooden buildings and flower windows, and the antique interior layout, seem to have returned to the world of swordsman love.

After Jing Shu finished washing, she came out of the bathroom and changed into a set of red pajamas, just like a fairy walking out of a painting on the wall. The crystal water droplets on the washed hair seem to be falling along the ends of the hair.She stood shyly, graceful and moving, like a bud in bud.

We hugged and lay down, our fiery lips intertwined passionately, as if we were going to use up our last bit of strength, wishing that the universe would stop, everything would be still, and only you and me would be left.

"Do you really love me?" Jing Shu lay in my arms and asked affectionately.

"En!" I said in a low voice, "Love, always love!"