Who Touched My Virginity

Slowly, slowly, the plane got closer and closer to the ground. I could already clearly see the houses and buildings on the ground that looked like matchboxes or square boxes, and the golden rape flowers, which should be rape flowers if I am not mistaken. The golden rape flowers were neatly spread around the various matchboxes, as if a golden carpet had been laid around the matchboxes. Along with the winding narrow road, it looked like a pastoral painting in abstract art, forming a unique and beautiful scenery. This is roughly what the suburban areas of southern cities look like when viewed from the air.

Sitting on the plane, I was a little sad, a little excited, inexplicably thrilled, and even a little restless, just like a young man in his first love going to meet his beloved. But this restlessness also carried more sorrow and resentment. Five years have passed, is she still the same? Is she still alone? After five years, can I still recognize that city where I lived for four years? Will it still welcome me? Can it still remember me?

These questions haunted my mind like a ghost. My mood became heavy, and as the plane descended, it became heavier.

Sigh, don't think about it too much, just stop thinking about it.