Summer wind
Friends-reunion, like summer wind, feels so good at the very first encouter, recalling, riviving all the dusk-covered playmates’ memories of spring, but, after that, just like summer wind, leaves nothing but a bleak rustle of autumn. It has a color of maple and a taste of maple candy; “Wow, beautiful, yummy, How!” one SIGHs.
This is maybe the last time fo me to see most of my junior high brothers, sisters, sons, nephews, and so it is for most others, I guess.
No tears sheding, no hearts breaking and nothing went really so serious. Perhaps we, at least I, had learned to accept the very fact that sometimes, people went together to leave each other, that they accompanied each other through ebbs and flows, but just for a little while, so under this kind of circumstances, Goodbye was the only way. Then why not make it gay, which was easier for everyone to stop by and carry on?
Whatever. I’ll miss u, Sister H. Hope u well in Shanhai. Nice nephew, my first tablemate, XD (and nice name lol), Be happy! And all kinds of littles, Bigs, and Boss, we’ve been playing around since we were nine or ten. The Bright, Beautiful shall never die; and you are the most bright, beautiful things in my life.
I love Class 9 more, if I have to say, maybe partly because we met in that especially simple-minded and nice-natured period (by especially I mean my senior high guys are also s-m and n-n, just not so salent don’t show that easily in a maybe naive way. All labels are limited; all opinions are personalized. It’s just a attitude, which may not be better, but certainly different and of my own. I’ll metion this no more). Anyway, truly I felt that ours was a bond unbreakable, that is, I feared not when, if we had the chance, of course, of course, met again, of any estrangement and aloofness caused by distance and time. Everything will go on fine, just like when we were thirteen years old.
Our human emotions and relations have always been tempting mysteries for me. Why do we laugh and cry? Why do we meet and part? A life of pure reason, rid of earthly sentiments, is for me like a life of heaven: I admire it, but hesitate to embrace it. It’s hard to say I suffer or enjoy more from those eye-open-all-nights; maybe this kind of experience is the essence of Being a human. Anyway, I still believe, it’s good to feel, to pity, to get moved, even to cry, to have emos, as long as there’s a thing called love in it. Family, lover, kids. Well, I don’t want to fall into any stereotypes, but they’re important, I mean it. “Friends walk together for a life” To be honest, maybe with limited time and effort, I can’t afford to keep the friendship of all nice passers-by, but certainly there are some I’m already honored to gain and keep; and that is yours. Maybe I’m what I’m now, because I feel for, and live with you (here more than my junior guys)
This summer wind, thanks for sharing!
Take care. Hug u all.
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