1. The years of Mo Wu quicksand are pouring out at the fingertips. Perhaps, it is fate that on the familiar bank of the river, there will no longer be an orchid boat urging people to start, nor will there be any back figures holding hands; Perhaps, it is fate that from now on that river will only sing a slow song and hum a sigh.
2. Take a ray of warm wind and knead it into a white quill. In the creek, on the lake, or at the seaside, enter the water shallowly over and over again to write your name. The fine lines swaying will follow. Time wanders with the years and merges into the glory of life. Beautiful people, what I can see is your back in my eyes, but what I can’t see is your back, which has long been integrated into my heart.
3. When everything returns to zero, are you really happy? All that is left is the back. It is really good. Look behind you. The back is not far away. It is small. How big the back is, my eyes are completely filled with it. I want to get closer to this, small back, but looking at this stubborn back, it just walks away, disappears from the corner of my eyes, and is disillusioned by the wind.
4. I don’t know when my father’s waist, which makes me proud, no longer stands tall; I don’t know when wrinkles appear on my father’s face; I don’t know when I have grown up and can no longer pester my parents to go to the bookstore to buy books every weekend. Playing; I don’t know when my father can no longer travel around the world, and can only be afraid of waiting for people to take care of him at home; I don’t know when my father, who has always walked vigorously, can no longer move his legs; I don’t know when I can no longer act like a baby in front of my father, and listen to Waiting for him to say "no"; I don't know when I can no longer be by his side, letting him lie down and gently hammering his legs. I know that my father is gone forever, he left with a smile, he left so peacefully. I still think that he was just too tired and fell asleep.
5. Missing is the legendary distance, you can see its back but cannot feel its breathing; missing is the wings of love, flying in the sky of love but there are no crying tears; missing is you The smiling eyes are my memories, the warmth in your palms is my clenched pity; yearning is the loneliness of turning around, and the colorful flowers falling in the dream are my helpless connection. Longing is written all over the loneliness of autumn dipped in the dry rope of winter, your tenderness in my creek, the raindrops of spring and the breath of my heart.
6. The rain fell quietly. My father left for this family and for me. Before leaving, he said a lot to me. My heart changed. It was very heavy. Looking at his thin but warm back, with the sound of the car's horn, it gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle. My tears were intertwined with the rain!
7. The darkness continues to extend to all sides, and the lights on both sides of the street are still bright, but there is one more shadow. The dim light slowly floats bit by bit into the unknown world in the boundless night sky. No one will write history to commemorate it.
8. Looking at your back, I think your eyes are blurred. God really wouldn't have arranged it for us to play such a game. Without waving goodbye, the cold wind was already miserable. Not long after, a heavy snowfall came, covering the glacier with a thick layer of snow, and you could no longer be seen in the glacier.
9. Walking around the campus, a casual glance made me see a beautiful back. In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared at the corner of the building. The beauty had disappeared, and the back gradually blurred, leaving only a dazed figure. I understand that her silhouette is still so beautiful in the corner space. I come back to my senses again, step and move forward. The beauty has disappeared, but the afterimage is more solid. But the back figure in my mind is much more familiar to me. , the favorite elements have become more beautiful, like a goddess. But is this still the back of your lover?
10. Don’t ask, who is walking and stopping? Under the moon, withered bones are wrapped in red clothes. When I look back, my green eyes reflect the back of a stranger. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, leading the lost to the west, cutting their bones into flutes, and playing music. The withered woman drew a picture of a human skin, wrapped in a red dress, vaguely beautiful.
11. The noise and chaos of the city make us forget the shadows of the moon and stars. Perhaps, when we take a walk in the countryside, we suddenly feel that we rarely see them when we live in the city before. What about the city sky? Is it really because life and work are so busy that we cannot be in the mood to take into account the shadows of the moon and stars in the city?
12. The Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, wooden fish, and scriptures tell the story of the loneliness of the Buddha, but they also reveal the ethereal calmness of seeing through the world of mortals. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds and looking at the bell engraved with Sanskrit characters, my heart was unknowingly infected and became clear and peaceful. I think that in my previous life, I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddhist hall, listening to Sanskrit sounds and the teachings of the Buddha every day. With a bodhi mind, you can still smile as brightly as before despite suffering all the hardships in this world.
13. My father is a giant who holds up the sky and holds up a living space for me. My father is like a big mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and peaceful. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the wind and rain, leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like a sun, illuminating my heart and making me always sunny.
14. That night, when we separated, the moment he put his arm on your shoulder and turned to leave, tears fell down my face. Looking at your retreating figures, my heart broke. The vows of eternal love that Zeng Jin had made have become a thing of the past. The love that Zeng Jin was so proud of and was regarded as impossible to break up now seems so weak and fragile.
Behind your happiness, there is my lonely figure, looking so helpless and vicissitudes of life on that bustling street.
15. The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty. If the love is not so deep that I can't help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty's smile, but not all these thoughts, let me The human heart is broken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke is long, looking across the horizon, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.
16. Light dark eyebrows, light red lips, faint candlelight at dusk. The trees in the empty garden are full of singing birds, and the gentle evening breeze is blowing the dust. On a cold night, the rain is cold and the sleeves are wet, and the dark clouds are dark and sad. In the mottled mirror, there are mottled tears and faint traces of rouge. The lonely moon in front of the lonely window, the bleak people under the bleak lamp. Lovesickness dreams on the pillow of lovesickness, souls of three lives on the stone of three lives.
17. You are gone, out of the sight of those who know you well, including me. Once upon a time, the pale you were the white back that often appeared in front of me. What you left to me was more of your back, only the back. I looked at your favorite white against your back, like looking at a line of flowing clouds. It's elusive but out of reach.
18. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort.
19. My father and I have not seen each other for more than two years. What I can’t forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed over. It was a day when misfortune never comes singly. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou and planned to go home with my father for the funeral. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the mess in the courtyard and thought of my grandmother again, and I couldn't help but shed tears. My father said, "It's the way it is, so there's no need to be sad. Fortunately, there's always a way out!" He went home and sold off the mortgage, and his father repaid the shortfall; he also borrowed money to pay for the funeral. These days, the family situation is very bleak, half because of the funeral and half because of the father's unemployment.
20. When we arrived at school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. The father turned around and pushed the cart away. After I watched him walk through that corner, I finally couldn't control myself, and two lines of hot tears quietly flowed down. In the haze of tears, I seemed to see my father leaning forward, pushing the cart, and walking on that long slope. As he walked, his loving back remained on that long slope. In my heart. The father's back reflects his father's great and deep love. Father, I love you!
21. After years of dreams, there is a smile in the sea. Time is a fleeting year that is broken into pieces. There are many people who follow the dream; there are many things that follow the wind. Leaning against the window and leaning against the railing, looking at the scenery, who is whose past? Who is whose forever? Who has long hair tied up for whom? Who will leave the desolation for whom? Sometimes, determination is just a silhouette. Looking back, what can be driven away is sadness, but what cannot be driven away is longing.
22. Walk into the park, stroll along the moat, and walk along the streets. The autumn decorations decorated with ginkgo trees are particularly magnificent and affectionate. Against the backdrop of the yellow leaves, the retreating figure of an old man is very special in your eyes. Being sincere and having a vicissitudes of experience can give you a lot of inspiration in life.
23. Youth passed by her back, and an inch of light missed the corridor on which she was leaning. She was still holding a book, a melancholy text by Xu Zhimo, reading wisps of plainness and romance. Worry. Tears flowed one second, and wiped away the traces the next. Careless children are always like this. They walk across a bridge and forget to get on the other bridge. Every time they want to stand on the highest place and enjoy the scenery, but in the end they still Lost in the direction of the wind.
24. Sitting quietly in the car by the window, leaning my head against the window, looking at your happy but reluctant smile, looking at your lonely but still warm back, my eyes are fixed on The moment you left, my heart couldn't take it back. Outside the window was the ever-changing scenery, but you were the only one in my eyes. Your smile accompanied me from journey to journey, and my heart accompanied you from season to season.
25. The midnight wind is always so chilly, the bone-eroding coldness penetrates the barrier of thought, and the night becomes hesitant. Inexplicably, I like the silhouettes of passers-by coming and going. It feels very hazy and ethereal, a very distant artistic conception, deep, ethereal, quiet and vast. There is also a sense of quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.
26. If a woman is asked to describe the prince in her heart, it will mostly be about how handsome, how generous, and how temperamental the man is. But few people pay attention to or appreciate each other's back. Of course, during a dance or a candlelight dinner, we may notice the beauty of their backs. When she appears at the ball elegantly and elegantly in a backless evening gown, her charming back will surely attract a lot of attention. When he was wearing a suit and waltzing to the ball, his broad shoulders gave people a sense of security.
27. Finally I saw the back figure in my memory, a little thin and strange. I waved vigorously to my mother who was standing under the warm street lamp. The long-awaited meeting scene appeared, but I suddenly stopped and was overwhelmed with excitement. I moved my stiff feet mechanically, letting my mother's figure appear in my eyes. The gradually blurred eyes gradually enlarged. Getting closer.
My mother's thin, tired face caught my eye, and her protruding cheekbones and the wrinkles left by the years became increasingly clear. My nose felt sour, and I rushed to hug my mother. Tears burst into my eyes, and my thoughts were brought back to the melancholy and lost day last year. autumn.
28. Who holds whose hand to meet in this life and the next? The oaths made by each other, the figures gradually fade away, leaving me alone to wait for an ancient myth. Who accompanied whom by the broken bridge, how many dusk drums and bells were sent away? Today, the broken bridge remains the same, only the old heart has changed. You left suddenly, leaving me alone to search for the traces of yesterday. I gently searched for the traces of yesterday. Smiling lightly, just for this heartbroken love.
29. Father's love is deep. It is like a cup of strong tea. It is bitter at first, but when you taste it carefully, it will have a refreshing fragrance. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort his daughter feels will cause ripples. Father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure, and success.
30. Let me tell you frankly, I like to see your back. You asked me why with a smile, that back view is not beautiful. I said, because the back of one of my relatives is exactly the same as yours, I remember his shadow. You nodded, you missed him, I can understand you. You shook your head gently and shrugged helplessly, forget it, I'll take you back.
31. Sometimes, I suddenly want to cry, but I am too sad to cry. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that it's not that I can't sleep, but that I stubbornly don't want to sleep. Sometimes, when I walk through a familiar street corner and see a familiar silhouette, I suddenly think of that person’s face. Sometimes, I clearly have a lot to say in my heart, but I don’t know how to express it. Sometimes, I really want to indulge myself, hoping that I will go crazy hysterically.
32. Put on some elegant music and a cup of lightly fragrant tea, and I will look for your traces between the lines. The love of that life, the fluttering snowflakes, are full of my thoughts, and in my blurred eyes, indescribable loneliness dances. A little bit of lovesickness, fluttering in the wind, dancing lightly. In this holy world, I remember your beauty. Your lonely figure in the distance has become the yearning that I pursue life after life.
33. In a person’s world, one listens to music, walks alone, drinks alone, is sad, is happy, talks to oneself, hums to oneself, sings to oneself, People wait for the moon to set and rise in the morning, go through the ups and downs alone, and live alone, it is really lonely and lonely.
34. When a woman goes out and walks in the streets and alleys, it is not only her front that attracts attention, that makes people look back, and that makes people admire her unscrupulously and boldly. It also includes her moving back. On a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, when a strange woman passes you by, all you see when you suddenly look back is her departing back, which may be deep or free and easy. Maybe your eyes show curiosity, appreciation, or regret. But no matter what, when she passed by you, her back touched your heart, and she gave you a hazy beauty.
35. You seem to have lost weight, your hair has grown longer, and your back is so unfamiliar that it makes me feel like I saw you last century. Then you open your mouth and call my name, and I want to laugh. It seems that I have just finished school and have only been waiting for you at the door for five minutes.
36. Maybe you really loved that person in the past, but you just loved the impossible back and the intangible memories. Why not choose to let it go, because we ourselves want our own happiness, and we want to fulfill our own happiness.
37. In the stories you experience, you don’t need to ask how much true love there is, nor do you need to explore who has betrayed whose sincerity, and who has neglected whose years; there will always be many encounters in the corners of the passing years. Like flowers in the water or the moon in the mirror, only a beautiful and illusory back is left, and then they hurriedly went their separate ways.
38. But the scene that day is engraved in my mind. The old man did not hold an umbrella. He just walked in the late autumn rain carrying his fertilizer bag. There was no one on the street, only The yellow leaves that had been knocked down by the rain floated down faintly, and one leaf fell on his luggage. He was unconscious. I don’t know what my father was thinking at this time, or whether he was not thinking about anything at all. I wanted to run over and hold an umbrella for my father, but I didn't. I hid under the eaves of my house, letting my tears wet my face and blur my vision. My father gradually fell lonely in the drizzle of late autumn. Walking further and further away.
39. He always smokes. I looked at his dark yellow face and wondered if his face was yellowed by smoke. He held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. Sometimes it is Liqun, sometimes it is Yellow Crane Tower, and sometimes it is China. His smoking posture was very graceful. He took a deep breath from the cigarette, and then slowly, as if savoring the taste of the smoke, he exhaled it for a long time. The smoke ring lingering in the air is an extremely lonely arc.
40. The back can reflect many, many things. Standing on a tall building, you can see different backs in the sea of ??people and see different moods. At this time, I didn't know who was watching my back from behind. I'm thinking, if one day we are separated, I don't know if I can find you in the noisy crowd based on your back. At the station and at the ferry, what makes people feel sad and sad is the feeling of parting. What makes people even more memorable is the far away figure. It lasts for a long time and cannot be erased in the heart.
41. Your departing figure is still lingering in front of my eyes, like a mist, a lingering mist... Do you really not know? The stories that had accumulated for three months were all rotting in my heart, and I really couldn’t find any trace of what I had dreamed about. Although the weather was nice that day, I felt like I was in the middle of winter with the howling north wind.
42. The gorgeous night sky failed to retain the distant figure. I want to say thank you to this retreating figure for allowing me to still have my own imagination and understanding in this noisy situation. It is a relief to myself and my own salvation. The night outside is filled with leisurely gatherings and separations. Please allow me to pray for a better life for the wandering people in this way.
43. Nostalgia is near and far away during the walk. I can’t tell whether it is right or wrong, good or bad. I couldn't contain my thoughts that were gathered by the moonlight. There was a feeling flying in my heart, and some words were jumping in my heart. My heart is beating, the words are flashing, and each word occupies my thoughts. So, my thoughts are sailing with the wind of summer night, like a wild horse flying farther and farther; like the Shenzhou No. 10, flying higher and higher; like the bright moonlight rippling in the clear water; like the ray of light emitted by the moon. , arranged into my eternally unruly lines of poetry!
44. Because of longing, people can write touching sentences, and because of rich emotions, people can go crazy in their hearts and want to find it. Because of a sad glance, people miss you to this day. It makes people so sad because they pass by each other, and because you never know, they try hard to make you remember their back. On such days, such youth is very helpless.
45. My father’s thin figure is like an everlasting beacon, guiding me on how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or today when I step on the three-foot podium, it always guides me. It reminds me that I must be a strong person in knowledge and a true talent in society.
46. In the days when I miss you so much, I silently watch your distant figure, and quietly read the pain and sadness you gave me. I have prayed thousands of times that you can deeply read my thoughts, and I have prayed thousands of times that you can understand the pain behind my smile.
47. My father is an ordinary father, and I am also an ordinary child. My father loves me just like every ordinary father loves their ordinary children. There are not many touching stories between us, nor are there any painful and tear-jerking realities. But one thing is true: I love my father, and my father loves me.
48. Under the bright sunshine, the back in the eyes became increasingly blurry, like drops of ink sprinkled on the sun, which were eventually washed away. Fragments of memory are wrapped around the cold fingertips and cannot be shaken away. I turned my back to the sun, imitated your movements, walked the path you walked, felt your tenderness like water, held my head high and forced the tears to flow back into my eyes, and wrote down your loneliness with my heart. Back view.
49. When the torrent of time washes us away, when your retreating back gradually becomes desolate, when my world becomes quieter day by day. I know that in the days to come, I will walk on unfamiliar roads alone, see unfamiliar scenery, and be alone for eternity. Maybe I can only see you again in my memories, the mortal world is like a dream. And I meet you in the deepest mortal world? They left in a hurry under the light wind and clouds.
50. Give me a day with long autumn water, and give you a month of white wind and clear wind. In this desolate season, even if everything is desolate, I still have the warmth you gave me. Even if the fallen leaves no longer whisper to me, I will still endlessly recall the tenderness in my heart that will not be erased. Even if your back has disappeared, the tremor left in my heart will never stop, just like this eternal feeling, it will not change in any way despite the possibility of mountains and tombs and winter thunder.
51. I saw Teacher Zhang’s back, her right hand flicked outside her eyes, and then she quickly put it down. There was some warmth in that movement and some pretense of strength. The child A Peng has a fever, but Teacher Zhang has given up many things in life for the sake of these children in the class. There were many things that worried her during that time. I couldn't help but look at her back. She was not very tall, her body was slightly plump, her hair was lightly curled, and she was still squatting on the ground holding her son in her arms. At this moment, I think of my younger sister at home, and how hard my mother works all day long for that little guy. I just feel a trace of warmth from my eyes and across my cheeks.
52. When I walk through a familiar street corner and see a familiar figure from behind, I suddenly think of a person’s face. Obviously I have a lot to say in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. I want to go to the city where you are, see the sky you see and breathe the air you breathe. I often struggle with memories, and there are many things in the past that I can’t let go of. One day I suddenly couldn't see my future, and I was confused and at a loss. I am just a passer-by in your life, but you are the end of my love.
53. You are still so short, like a grain of sand standing on the edge of a stone. But you won’t be discouraged. I think of your back that runs every day slowly elongating under the sunlight, as if you have grown taller. You must like this very much, right?
54. The past is the past, the past is long gone, just be yourself. We can't just love one person in our life, but there is often someone who makes you smile the sweetest. The feeling of missing someone is like drinking a glass of ice-cold water and then turning into hot tears drop by drop.
Si Yi often opens up the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy scenery in the quiet night, and it becomes the most poignant scenery. The ancient beauty cannot be lost in metabolism.
55. Some back figures are always swaying in time, lingering. A head full of white hair, crawling in the cold winter sunshine (next88), in the biting wind, and in the eyes of passers-by that are harsher than the wind. So, looking back inadvertently, I saw my father hiding in the depths of time.
56. It was he who stood quietly by the Qingshui River and looked into the distance. His lonely back made me unable to extricate myself from falling into the web called lovesickness. What exactly is it? I don't know, the only thing I know is that looking at him, he is like a rainbow in the sky, too high and out of reach, only missing him.
57. There is no need to make the young mind heavy. The vicissitudes of life on the surface and the seriousness on the outside cannot make you a philosopher; leaving all your friends, all you have is a lonely figure. Since I can't become profound now, I will make myself relaxed. How can a person with a sad face hear the sound of flowers blooming; how can a person pretending to be himself understand the excitement among the frogs croaking.
58. Now, your back is like a clear stream, recording my thoughts. The glacier is no longer what it was before. It has been renovated, widened, and deepened, and it is even more attractive than before. There is a small pond next to the river, which is beautiful in summer. You must remember very clearly that on the right side of the pond, there lived a farm family. The old couple who worked together to make a living have passed away one after another. The original appearance here no longer exists and has become the Xiahe Community. This is better than before. It’s so much more beautiful.
59. You are a love song that goes back thousands of times, a lyric from the soul. With an oar, an ark, and a sail, I chase your vague back from afar. Looking at you, you are the flower that cannot bloom as expected in my life, which makes me unable to bear to put down the love poem in my hand. I am alone in the world of mortals, and I promise you life and death. It is difficult to describe in my heart, but your body is far away in the sky.
60. If one day, you say you love me, I will tell you that I am waiting for you; if one day, you leave me, I will not keep you, I know you have your reasons; If one day we pass by each other, I will stop, stare at your retreating back, and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe we can fall in love many times in our life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the brightest, cry the deepest, and think the deepest.
61. Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving behind a simple silhouette; learn to give up, bury yesterday in the bottom of your heart, leaving the best memories; learn to give up, so that both of you can have each other. A more relaxed start, love that is bruised and bruised does not necessarily mean it will be unforgettable. In fact, life does not require such meaningless persistence. If you don’t have something, you really can’t let it go. Learn to give up and life will be easier.
62. When the back of time quietly walks away, leaving the memories on the way back, we will always look for our past appearance in the ever-changing scenes or in our memories in order to retain our memories. My deepest thoughts. It may be clear and sunny today, but tomorrow it may be completely different. In fact, life is about finding one's position through constant thinking and constant trekking. This is my life, and so is yours.
63. What kind of mystery is hidden in thinking about distant places, worrying about sadness, and not being able to understand all things in the world? Looking at the scenery of the world, I don’t know the customs of the world. Let the prosperity slowly fall silent in the passing years; let the green onions gradually turn yellow in the changes. It's just that the figure who turned away refused to leave easily, disturbing the tranquility of the heart from time to time, causing feelings to fly.
64. There are always some roads in life that you need to walk by yourself, and there are always some things that you need to do by yourself. No matter whether it is bumpy or smooth, some roads and some things must be faced by yourself. No one, whether close or distant, can take their place. We have to endure hardships by ourselves, and we have to feel joy by ourselves. But if we have a grateful heart and a calm state of mind, we will walk very steadily and do things happily.
65. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing his effort. Then I saw his back, and I burst into tears quickly. The ground flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put oranges on top of my fur coat. So I puffed away the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed.
66. In the noisy streets, looking at your shrinking figure, waving weakly, tears shed unknowingly, destined to be separated, at this moment, we all silently pray for each other in our hearts. Countless quiet nights, I can't erase the memories of that day, I can only watch you with gray hair and say goodbye in a hurry. Father, are you okay? When I dream back at midnight, every time I think of your lonely back, my heart always feels sour.
67. My father has jet black hair, a pair of big eyes and a pair of thick black eyebrows, which makes him look very energetic. My father fell in love with computers very much. His strong hands moved freely on the keyboard, like two butterflies dancing on it.
68. The word youth gradually feels unfamiliar, and the annual rings always easily leave the mark of old age.
Things that I think are always long-lasting are actually gone in the blink of an eye. The people you once loved and missed can easily become familiar strangers. What was once innocent and innocent, what was once a beautiful dream, slowly fades away with the reincarnation of the four seasons.
69. And I can never find a word that contains love and reverence to describe my father. The back figure that never gives up, those stubborn stones are as silent as my father, only the wind spares no effort to shake the shadow of the tree, wandering on my father's land. The rustling sound of the pen tip fell silent. I closed my eyes, and the arcing back appeared in front of me again.
70. I feel extremely uncomfortable. My father has been suffering for us. If it weren’t for us, he would have divorced my mother who is a bit lazy and lazy. The poor father was physically exhausted and mentally suffering. Thinking of this, I suddenly feared that my father would never come back. I cautiously asked my father where he was going, but he smiled and said to me, "Go to work." I seemed to hear my heartbreak because of my father's sad smile.
71. I don’t believe in your determination to leave, leaving me with a incomplete dream. Today I want to say thank you! This is fine, I can think of your back forever and care deeply for a lifetime. Even if it is a broken bridge, the incomplete feelings are more beautiful. A regret that will last a lifetime. The back is like the twilight of a shooting star, extending my desires. I can't really have a drunken dream, but I can also have a pleasant dream. It was true that youth is no longer lost, and the dream shadow is chasing the soul. I should be grateful for the years of love!
72. Lie down at the window and look out, looking for your father. I saw my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, walking slowly with a staggering pace. The thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I choked and shouted loudly to my father’s back; Dad, dad, my daughter will take care of herself, don’t worry.
73. The night comes so peacefully and silently. I saw a looming light in the distance, seemingly far away, yet so obvious. Under the light, there is a lonely figure, a person, sometimes leaning on the seat, sometimes walking around, sometimes squatting in place in frustration.
It's like waiting for someone, but that person seems to be delayed in coming!