The meaning of parting lies in returning.

That's a place deep in my memory. We come and go. The scene is constantly changing in time, and you and I are no longer young. In the deeper autumn, I will leave a place for this place in my heart, cook a pot of sake and invite you three cups.

( 1)

At this time ten years ago, the old city gate in Ning was very lively, and there were rows of shops. Qiu, the boss, always likes to take his favorite CD player and play the pop song Cold in lonely sandbar over and over again. Before self-study in the evening, I often sneak into the house rented by you opposite the school with my walkman and tell you the best youth stories in the dark room. Later, later we grew up. You began to pursue your dreams, and I began to explore my own life. We parted ways and lost all contact. Now I can only stand here-where we were born, and recall the youth related to you bit by bit.

Ten years later, the former No.1 Middle School no longer exists. The bumpy road outside the school gate, the place where the lunch box in the basket will be knocked off by cycling, and the old houses lined with various restaurants and shops across the street are all gone. So is the three-story old house you rented. Under the light rain in early winter, songs came from the barber shop next to it, just like time flies. I seem to see your figure again, as if we are still chasing and fighting here. There will never be a figure like that again, suddenly calling my name affectionately in this wide and bright street.

I heard from my friends that you had a good life and became a wife soon after you left. I'm so happy for you. Fortunately, after graduation, I am also trying to plan my own happiness. Now that I'm back, I often go to the old No.1 Middle School to have a look, imagine that a lush boulevard is still there, imagine the faint car bell, hum the familiar old tune, and walk the way I came, just to never leave again.

(2)

A few days ago, the sun was full, and I went to my hometown in the country. This country still keeps the habit of having dinner early. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the family set the wooden table and sat in the middle of the warm yard. Delicious food is permeated with strong family flavor. In the distance, the earthen houses are strewn at random and reflected by the setting sun. The old yellow dog beside the yard also drooped his ears, narrowed his eyes into a crack, and spread his feet comfortably on the ground. I think it's another bone dream.

I studied hard when I was a child, and it was not easy to go back to my hometown. I often have to wait until the end of winter to have leisure, so I take flying snow as the horn to go home. If it really catches up with the rain and snow, it is also unhappy. The roads in the village have become muddy, and the new shoes my mother just bought for me will also be dirty. My playmates always laugh at me like a mud child. Many years have passed, and the dirt road has already been covered with hard cement. I will no longer be secretly annoyed by dirty shoes, but unhappy that I can't go back to my hometown now. Do the children there still play slingshots? Do the men there still go up the mountain to shoot rabbits? The well water there is no longer used, and the crows there are silent.

People in my hometown are so simple, but they still can't escape from birth, illness and death. The changes of the times have brought richness, as well as the joys and sorrows that life should have. I live in a high-rise building in the city, but I am surrounded by life and can't walk into the warm courtyard again. Life, tell me why I grew up and lost more.

I left.

Or did you leave?

This is my return.

Or will you come back?

You are decorated with lights on the road.

My road is full of traffic.

But you and I

Never see each other again

You were away for a while.

I don't want to start a new life.

But tomorrow is me.

Will start a new life.

(3)

"How have you been recently?"

"well. Not bad. I just need to go home from work and cook by myself. It's already eight or nine o'clock after cleaning up. "

"Find someone to cook for you!"

"......"

After work, I miss my school days very much. Although it is long, it is really beautiful, and the friendship is the most lasting and enduring. I want to see you and ride my bike to your house. Occasionally, I meet friends and run all over the street. It is also a kind of fun, and there is nothing to hold back. November is the same. You always beg me to take you to see the girl you like, watching you wander with admiration in the shadow of the lamp, watching the girl's father give you a stern look and secretly write down your expression of defeat. Many years later, I said that there is no shortage of beautiful girls around you, but why are you single so far? I said it was karma, and you said I was superstitious.

You are shy in my memory, and you will still blush with strangers when you grow up. When friends in the circle have dinner, you still talk so little that you are almost forgotten by everyone. However, in the glittering KTV, you always say loudly, "Please, let me finish the last song." Then I couldn't stop, as if I wanted to sing all the love songs in the world. At that moment, under the neon lights, you finally let go of your guard and let me know that you are still my first acquaintance.

After all, I always choose to go back to my hometown and try my best to embrace this mountain and water that gave birth to me. The years in the mountain city have passed slowly, but we still meet often, chatting about each other's recent situation, recalling some interesting old stories and listening to warm old love songs. This time, after you left, you haven't returned as scheduled, but isn't the meaning of leaving for a better return?

On the other end of the phone, you said "Now is the best arrangement".

I agree with you, "So, everything is just right."

Time is gone forever. Next time, I hope I won't be separated from you, but I hope our friendship will last forever.

1 1 month, the yellow leaves falling with the wind indicate that the late autumn will also end and the cold winter will follow. When the climate is colder and the window is covered with a layer of misty white fog, I want to see the plain snow falling all over the sky. Don't forget, the horn of going home is going to blow again. I want to be sentimental in this familiar place, sprinkle it in my mother's arms like a child, and feel the softness and warmth that I can still feel in the old place.

Miss, affection, love and friendship have woven a net in my heart. That strong and thick net captures the footsteps I don't want to stay away from, but it can't capture the steaming homesickness. This kind of affection for people and things, no matter who goes back, does not increase or decrease, is neither humble nor supercilious, and exists silently.

The story that gave birth to this article:

I accidentally saw my old friend's "Hui Shuo" homepage, and my fingers itch to get back the joy of the composition baton. So I collaborated with my good friend Yiyi to produce this poor book, not for literary attainments, but to remember that era.