The river is clear, reflecting happy you and me; The boat is very small, it can only hold you and me. The wooden boat drifted with the current, carrying you, me and that memory. The scene of the first acquaintance has been picked up by me and engraved in my heart. As long as my heart is beating, I can't forget it for a moment. Remember the clear and cheerful voice of the river; I remember that the soft sunshine broke into crystal waves on the water, the green reeds swaying by the river, and you with a beautiful and shy bow. I remember that the gentle cotton wind brought the moisture of the river, the sweetness of the wheat field, and the faint hibiscus fragrance you gave off across the street. My whole heart is drunk, not because of the clear and cheerful voice; Not because of the crystal waves; Not because of the wetness of the river and the fragrance of the wheat fields, but because of you, my beloved girl, on the other side.
Remember the haunted house on the other side?
It's a place you've always wanted to go, but your family doesn't allow you to go. There, every step should still be printed with our tiny footprints, and every shabby room should still be filled with your happy laughter. Remember that unexpected rain? The densely woven curtains covered the haunted house, the swaying reeds by the river and our way home. The lost wooden boat disappeared and reappeared in the rain. It's like autumn morning fog, hazy and confused. I believe that all this should be God's deliberate arrangement. We lost our wooden boat and left you and me in a corner by the river.
Do you still remember that I pulled open one curtain after another messy rain behind your back? The rain is cool and the wind is crazy, but my heart seems to be on fire with charcoal, which is very warm. It is you on your shoulder who lit the firewood soaked in rain for me. It is you who turn the tyrannical rain into water droplets stirred on the paddle, shining with coolness; It is you who turned the raging wind into the sunshine at the tip of the reed, shining with warmth; You made me no longer afraid of the so-called tyrannical rain and raging wind. It was you who made me understand my fate: I conjured up a pair of wide wings to shelter you from the wind and rain. It was windy and rainy that day, but we were happy. This intense happiness is like this unexpected rain, scene after scene.
Yes, the hut built by the melon field.
The rain is still falling, crystal beads are falling on the eaves, one by one dripping on the Gua Tian, bursting with the fragrance of the earth. Watermelon lies on the soft ground for the second time, like a sleeping spirit, waiting for the last rain. I will never forget the thatched cottage, just as I will never forget the sweetness of watermelon. I'll take off my shirt and wring it out for you, and then watch you quietly wipe a few drops of rain off your forehead. You smiled at me, so happy; I smiled, too, so happy. I hope the raindrops on the eaves have been falling there, not falling; Dorsey, time is stagnant at this moment, let me see your smile more; I hope ...
Remember, I caught fireflies for you.
After the rain, the pool water is very cold at night. I rolled up my trouser legs and caught a green elf for you on the branch by the pool. It keeps beating in my palm, just like my heartbeat at the moment. I have a green elf in my hand and give it to you together with my beating heart.
Beauty is like the afterglow of the sunset, no matter how gorgeous and red as blood, it still can't resist the arrival of the night.
In your eyes and mine, there is a bitter feeling that is hard to give up. Watching your distant back be swallowed up by the whole night. I stood there for a long time, like a cold sculpture. The necklace you gave me hangs around my neck, swaying in the wind, like a fallen leaf on a branch.