Just a young classmate, in his prime. I am reading your story. Look, it's already April. The direct point of the sun is gradually moving northward, and the weather is getting warmer every day. I am in China with four distinct seasons, imagining your experience in sub-Saharan Africa and imagining that I live like you.
One morning that winter, Jose and you were sitting in a park in Madrid. "San Mao, what are your big plans for next year?" Jose asked you. You said, "I want to go to the Sahara desert." Sanmao, you always know what you want to do and are never afraid to run around. Your courage and persistence are like sails, which always take you farther and farther. I want to be like you, put down my baggage and wander far away.
San Mao, you don't know. Every time I think of you, a poem by Fido Fei always comes to mind: "Family ties are precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both. " Jose has a great advantage. Anything you do may seem crazy to others, but it is taken for granted to him. Jose quietly applied for a job in the Sahara. He packed up his luggage and went to Africa before you. I try to figure out his mood. He must love you but be helpless.
Sanmao, as you can see from the marriage story you wrote, Mr. Jose thinks very clearly that the only way to keep you with him is to marry you, otherwise his heart seems to never lose that pain. Sahara has its own marriage customs. Mr. secretary told you the documents you need to get married. I can imagine that when you hear this, one head will become two big ones. Because, you don't like to fill out forms and go through formalities. You gently said to Jose, "Look, there are too many procedures and so much trouble. Are we still getting married? " Jose opened his mouth and said quickly and firmly, "Yes!" Three months later, you finally got married. I imagine, that day, under the long yellow sand, under the boundless and enormous sky, you two small figures walked, surrounded by loneliness and desert, how beautiful it would be at that time? The wedding was finished in one day, simple.
Well, a person's life is actually not decades. People often say that the long years are not long. There is not much time to come. Go far away while you are young. I want to have a like-minded friend like you, travel around for a good time, and let my body and soul walk on the road. What is true love? Not utilitarian, not grandiose, just like you and Jose, hand in hand in the years, with rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and whimsy.
Night on a Barren Mountain tells an adventure story in which you and Jose leave at once. "Tick-tock …" Jose honked at you in the car outside the door that afternoon, as if calling your name. "I know where there are turtles and shell fossils. Do you want to go? " He asked you. You jump up and quickly answer, "Yes, yes." At his urging, you just ran out of the door in a second. Wearing a cloth skirt and slippers, I caught a leather hip flask hanging on the door, which contained a liter of red wine. You just have to drive to an unknown place 200 miles away. After crossing the maze mountain, driving for two or three miles, there is a lowland in front of you, the color is dark coffee red, and the ground is covered with a layer of light gray-purple fog. Jose got off to explore the road and accidentally fell into the swamp. You worry about him, and he worries about you. You asked three Saharans for help, but they were up to no good. Fortunately, you have realized their malice, you fought hard, and then you drove away, but they followed. You used maze mountain to escape successfully. I pinched a cold sweat for you and praised your wit. You returned to the swamp, and the cold stabbed you like hundreds of small knives. Even if you were about to fall, you didn't give up. You pull the car mat out, drag it, throw it out, and float on the mud. Pull the spare tire out from under the hood. Run to the mud, step on the car mat, and then throw the spare tire into the mud. In this way, you gradually approached Jose and finally saved him.
I want to take risks like you. Even in the face of sudden disasters, I can overcome difficulties and solve them skillfully. We are all passers-by on the road, and neither you nor I can guarantee that what happens next will happen. As a celebrity said: "There are deep mountains and osawa, and there are pleasant slopes; There are apricot flowers, spring rain and autumn wind in Saibei; There are mountains and rivers and dark flowers; There is a lost way home and redemption. " You and I are both looking for the goal in our hearts. I believe that we will meet our own beauty by chance.
At this moment, I am sitting at my desk. The spring sunshine shines softly through the glass window, and the tiny dust in the air emits warm light. Sanmao, your story about Sahara always makes me think. I was in China, 40 N,120 E, dreaming of your fate in Sahara, 65438 N, 05° E, and remembering your words: "Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, thus forming the Sahara."
Hello, San Mao. In the year of peaches and plums, it is an honor to meet you and your story.
I've heard of you before. Only when I really walk into your words can I understand you. I want to live like you. Whether it is sunny or rainy, I can control myself, be less entangled, be more brave and calm, and wander through the years to collect light.