According to Pushkin's A Little Flower.

This is my note that has been kept in the dust for many years. You haven't opened it since you left me. I'm afraid of the beautiful past of you and me in my notes, your affectionate promise to me when we were apart, and the infinite feelings will make me cry before I open it. Perhaps this is the last thing you want to see.

The first time I saw you was on an unknown morning. You were sitting in a chair in the school maple grove, immersed in an English book and reciting it. I saw you from a distance. It was a simple T-shirt with dark blue jeans. Under the black and elegant black hair, there is a white skin and an innocent and pure face. I was attracted by your simple beauty from the moment I saw you. I seem to have seen you somewhere in historical memory, and I seem to have never met you before.

after that, I was possessed to get close to you. Perhaps fate is so wonderful, we are attracted to each other in our respective lives, and somehow we know each other. You told me that you like spring best. Because in that season, there is your favorite flower. I jokingly gave you another name: Xiaohua. Of course I'm not mocking you. You are like the most beautiful flower in that season, and the holy petals are in full bloom in a beautiful manner. The word "small" proves to be the youngest, and it is the time to cherish dreams and hopes.

then we fell in love.

in the eyes of lovers, time is never enough. We study together, walk together, look at the shining stars in the starry sky all night, and talk about our own future. These are not enough, I hope it is the flowers in your dormitory that can watch you fall asleep; I hope it is jewelry on your wrist that can sense your body temperature; I hope it is a part of your body that can detect your emotions, but I don't think these are enough.

Time still flies. One year has passed. The students began to pack their bags and prepare to go home for the New Year, and so did you. And I didn't buy a ticket to Spring Festival travel rush, so I stayed at school alone. But I will never forget that winter. How surprised I am that you came to my side by train for another 1 hours. That night we vented our thoughts on each other; Sharing each other's joy; Touching each other's warmth. This is the best Spring Festival I have ever spent, because you gave me the best hope.

you said: the best love in the world is not that you and I are dependent on each other and die alone. But no matter where people are, our hearts are still tied together and never leave. I don't agree with this sentence. But I never thought it would be a sign that you were leaving me.

I remember that in the third year of our love, we had a big fight because of a small incident. It's funny that I forgot all about the specific cause. We were silent for several days, and you always looked worried, as if we were worried about something instead of trivial matters. Finally, I opened my mouth first. I asked you what happened, but you refused to say. Finally, under my continuous questioning, you still said it.

You were lying in my arms crying, sobbing like a wronged child, and my heart was really melted by you at that moment. I warned myself: I will never leave you, and I will never let you suffer any harm, I swear.

when you told me that you were going abroad, it was your parents' wish. At that moment, my brain suddenly shorted out. I didn't know what to say. I asked: When?

next week, you say.

on the day of seeing you off, the weather was particularly sunny, and I said sadly in my heart, shouldn't today be a cold rainy day? There are few pedestrians on the road, and we are crying with each other.

During the farewell, none of us shed tears. You sent me your favorite flower and said, "When it blooms again, we can meet again." I understand this sentence.

We looked at each other's priceless petals and smiled slightly. But I vaguely see that you are a little sad and fleeting. You told me: "I will write to you every week, but don't reply, I may not receive it." I just need to write to you. "

I promised her, and after I turned around, I couldn't help crying.

Since then, I have received a letter every week, sharing your curiosity about the new environment and your relationship with your new classmates. The teachers have shown great concern for you. Have been to any interesting places; What delicious food did you eat? What good jokes have you seen? I promised you that I didn't reply to your letter. I have always kept my promise to you, but why didn't you keep your promise to me ...

I didn't wait for you to come back until the flower you like bloomed again, and I did receive a phone call. Tell me on the other end of the phone that it's your father. He couldn't hide his sadness and said, you died two months ago, it was cancer!

I seem to be struck by lightning, and I don't want to believe it. I received your letter last week, and you were still introducing what you ate with your classmates and where you went. How could it suddenly be gone? This must be a dream-the most painful dream in the world!

I received your last letter the next day, and my trembling hand tore open the envelope. Reading sentence by sentence, drop by drop tears flow to the writing paper. Until tears flooded my eyes, I couldn't see the font clearly, or I didn't have the courage to read on ...

"My favorite person, please forgive my selfishness. This is the last letter when you receive it. When I learned that I had cancer, I felt the same way as you did at this time. I can't believe it, let alone face it.

So I had the most puzzling fight with you. I just don't know how to tell you about it. Later, I made up a lie. Please forgive my willfulness. This is the first time that I lied to you, maybe the last time. That's all because I really, really love you. I don't want you to share the fear and torture of incubus with me.

My father took me abroad for treatment. I was lying in the still white hospital bed, looking at the thinning branches outside the window. I can guess that my life will fade and wither like this tree in the future. But it doesn't affect my fantasy of studying abroad every week. I believe my writing skills can cover the sky, don't you think so? Haha, it must be. In the days to come, I wrote a letter two months in advance, just in case you got suspicious. If you finally know the news of my death, it will be two months later. Maybe your pain will be relieved.

My dearest person, please forgive my selfishness. On the day I left you, I wanted to see you again-just once. I didn't know how long I cried when I turned around. I felt that I had shed tears all my life. In the process of hospital treatment, I almost couldn't resist the urge to go back to you several times. I looked at your photos in countless late nights, and I really couldn't hear the simplest sentence you would say to me every day: love you, good night! In countless late nights, I covered my quilt and cried. How I wish these endless tears could dilute my thoughts of you, but I really can't! How I want to be with you forever, never to be apart. But fate always likes to be mysterious, with more sorrow and less joy.

I began to believe that there is such a parallel universe, in which we are together forever, without pain and sadness.