it turns out that I will be wrong.
after reading the whole poem on Baidu, I understand that you are looking forward to being clean and honest, and you don't love glitz. You want to disappear by boat and spend the rest of your life wandering around the river.
"If you are wishful thinking, you must be willing to admit defeat", and there must be a refreshing story in the sad ending.
In junior high school, acquaintance became inexplicable friends in daily fights, and some were companionship. Later, I went to high school, although I was in the same school, but I was divided into different classes. In my study, you tutored me, enlightened me, told me questions in a way I could understand, and chatted with me every day in my life. I will tell you whether I am happy or unhappy, and my life is in your eyes. That is, I believe that "companionship is the longest confession". I understand that you are special to me, and I like it. Slowly, I think that I don't have to confess, so I am very happy to accompany each other silently. In the third year of senior high school, because of the pressure, and my history score is always not up, you are the first in the school. You told me, "Nothing, take your time, I will teach you." Since then, a weekly phone call has become my history class. You promise, as long as I stick to it, promise me one thing after graduation, no matter what I ask. You asked me after graduation, and I chose to keep this opportunity. University, we went to different places, thousands of miles apart. I'm afraid of being alone. You told me, "Don't you have a mobile phone? Our relationship will not be broken." I believed you. Even if I am alone in a strange city and face strangers every day, I don't feel lonely. Because of your "good morning" and "good night" every day, you never miss a day.
We lived a life of "an old married couple" above friends and below lovers. At that time, I firmly believed that "if the whole world leaves me, you must be there".
Dreams always wake up. You suddenly didn't reply to my message that day. You ignored me when I called QQ or WeChat. I don't know why. In this way, I also have dignity and didn't bother you, but I believe that you have your reasons. Until one day, I missed you very much and got up the courage to call you-no one answered. I tried to use my roommate's mobile phone to dial again-the "who" after you connected, my heart really hurt, I don't know why I didn't cry, so I hung up the phone silently.
Once you were my belief, I didn't believe in God or God, only you, and you were my dream in middle school. Now that they have grown up, their inner incomprehension has turned into understanding.
I wrote this article to thank you for putting a star in my youth.