Perhaps, after a long time, regarding English sentences about family ties, I will be calm, so calm that I quietly begin to write!
You said, Xiaoyu, will the butterfly leave?
Walking on the straight road leading to the library building, a few cars are quietly parked by the side of the road. On both sides are long stone corridors, and over time, ancient vines have already covered the entire frame. Green and lush, like snakes.
After waking up, flowers have already covered the ground, dyeing the clouds in the east red.
In the scent of spring, we search for lucky four-leaf clovers; in quiet grasslands, we lie quietly, gazing at the sky, watching large clouds sneak away under our eyelids; in misty rainy seasons, listening to the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves, looking at deep and shallow footprints on muddy ground, then hiding under an oiled umbrella to avoid the rain.
By evening, the streetlights have already lit up, as if the whole world has begun to become transparent. The wind blows gently, ripples start to form on the lake, and the lights flicker with it. Like playful children, constantly winking and sneering.
We begin to realize, in the season when the wind blows green, cherry blossoms quietly bloom all over the branches, their faces red with laughter, charmingly beautiful. We start telling stories of caterpillars and dandelions, tragic yet sweet.
After a long while, people by the lake slowly leave, and the cool spring breeze continues to blow.
You said, Yuer, is spring beautiful?
Holding your hand, together we grow old. Quietly along the blue stone edge, either strolling or talking about love, so romantic and tranquil, as gentle as the spring breeze. Hearts sway with emotion, understanding without words.
In April, cherry blossoms have already filled the entire branches, like shy little girls' faces, blushing.
When cherry blossoms bloom again, I am still foolishly waiting.
Loving tranquility, even more loving the stories within the silence, our story.
The lake waves remain, and one person sits quietly alone, not needing more words to admire the beauty, no one knows how beautiful the night is, carrying a sorrow difficult to conceal.
Under the dim lamplight at dusk, we would also sit quietly by the small lake. Listening to those stories of spring, narrating ancient love fairy tales, the princess kind-hearted and graceful, charmingly beautiful, the prince handsome and likable. The story was told deeply and movingly, and finally they were together.
I didn't say anything, maybe it's just like flowers blooming.
Night had already fallen. Alone, I continued to savor the story of dandelions and caterpillars, my eyes beginning to blur, dampening the spring. Finally, I left silently.
I nodded, trying to rest my head on his shoulder, romantically like in a fairy tale.
Not long after, here it became lively, people gradually increased, laughter, wind sounds, frog croaks mixed with distant construction noises, like concrete being stirred together, perfectly combining the sounds of nature and humanity!
More often, you would come find me, we got along well. We would eat together, go home together, walk together, share an ice lolly together, that ambiguity was simple, but very sweet.
This path connects the north-south lakes, separating two places where they cannot see each other. One is called Xiyue Lake, the other Daiqing Lake. Large patches of greenery surround the lake center, a few willow trees by the lake have already sprouted new branches, the willow branches have grown longer, the leaves have turned green, and they have also dyed the entire spring green. A few shrubs, clusters of roses, decorate the season.
That was something that happened a year ago.
You said, Yuer, I'm leaving, that was my happiest time, as gentle as spring.
So, I felt a bit sad, thinking of that departed love. We ran like the wind, without sorrow, without worry, until we were drenched in sweat, laughing and playing around, as if the whole world could feel this happiness and joy.
The moon had already come out, waking up the stars beside it, drop by drop. It seemed a bit cool, and I tried to tightly fold my hands on my knees.
Finally, that day, you quietly left here, it was already November.
Because that was just a story.
I don't know, because I am not a butterfly.
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