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Longing for Perpetuity |
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The oranges are red again this year, but she is still nowhere to be found. Maybe
she will never come back, maybe she has already forgotten, maybe...
It was a gloomy day, with a cool autumn breeze blowing the freshly fallen
leaves. She was leaving, heading south on a train. She took everything related
to her here, leaving behind only the tears of parting and that sentence, "I will
come back."
Her big watery eyes, like a spring lake or a deep pool, held wisdom and
confidence. Her gaze was always so warm and friendly, like a warm current
surging into my heart. She was my sister, my dear sister!
She loved oranges, especially the yellowish-orange ones with a hint of green.
She would peel them one by one, "You have one, I have one, oh! There's one more,
give it to me! Haha, I fooled you! Silly boy, give it to me!"
As we ate them, she would squint her eyes and purse her lips, making a bitter
face before opening her mouth wide. "Ah! It's so sour!" This made me stuff more
and more orange segments into my mouth, exclaiming, "It's really sour!"
Those scenes flickered in my mind, accompanied by an inexplicable feeling of
sadness. It was the sadness of never sharing oranges again, the sadness of never
saying "you have one, I have one" again, or the sadness left behind by that
sentence, "I will come back." I didn't even know what was making me feel so sad.
It was a gloomy day, with a cool autumn breeze blowing the freshly fallen
leaves...
If love can be sublimated, why do tears still flow uncontrollably after we say
our blessings? If feelings can be cut off, why can't we control our sorrow after
saying goodbye?
The unicorn of the Blue Forest, the lament of the mermaid, and the clues left
behind by the bird of love flying by. |
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