Su Bai

Love is cold and warm, don't worry about the past and the future.There are always moments when happiness doesn't need to be pursued.

Once she asked me if I wanted to record our stories, so that I can have memories when I am old, but I smiled and said that there is nothing to remember, but now these things are shown in front of my eyes, but I regret it, There are actually many stories between us, and trivial matters are also worth recording.

If only I could turn back the clock a little bit and give me time to write a memoir.

The first time I met her, the first time I talked to her, the first time I held her hand, the first time we talked to each other, the first time we hugged each other to sleep... It was a simple beginning, but when I recalled it, I was overwhelmed. Suddenly enlarged, all the joys and sorrows were engraved on layers of film, I stretched out my hand, but couldn't keep it.

"Iwhispered, 'Iamtooyoung,'

And then, 'Iamoldenough';

WhereforeIthrewapenny

To find out if Imight love.

'Goandlove, goandlove, youngman,

Iftheladybeyoungandfair.'

Ah, penny, brownpenny, brownpenny,

I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,

There is no body wise enough

To find out all that is init,

Forhe would be thinking of love

Till the stars Shad run away

And the shadow seat the moon.

Ah, penny, brownpenny, brownpenny,

One cannot begin too soon.

(whispering to myself, I'm too young,

On second thought, I am old enough.

Throwing a penny,

It is too early to see whether to love.

"Love, love, young man,

As long as the girl is young and beautiful. "

Ah, pennies, copper cents, copper cents,

I'm stuck with her curls.

Oh, love is a complicated thing,

No one has ever been wise enough,

Find out all the mysteries in it.

He will always think about love,

until the stars run away,

Yue'er was eaten by shadows.

Oh, pennies, copper cents, copper cents,

It's never too early to love)"

One sunny day, she sat in the seat next to me and finished reading this poem devoutly. Her English is very good, and her spoken English is quite standard.At that time, I only paid attention to these and ignored the really important things.

"In the last sentence, some translators said that love should not start too early." She asked me, "What do you think of the translation?"

"Don't start too early." I really thought about this question seriously at the time, and I also like this poem very much. I haven't figured out the meaning of the last sentence, but I feel that it shouldn't be too early, the more precious the relationship is, the more precious it is. The more you have to collect it carefully, you can't start too early, and you can't speak easily.

Because at that time, I didn't know that life was full of variables, and I might miss it if I waited and waited.

When I was young, I didn't know the pain of separation, and I didn't believe in reincarnation. For such a long life, living this life well is enough.I've always thought so, always been so ignorant.So I would fight with her because of small things, I would be arrogant and unwilling to bow my head, I would be bored because of being too close, I would ignore all the truth, I would treat the oath as a joke, I would think that we still have a long, long life.

She played the song "If Without You" to me. In the small basement, the lights were dim, and her facial features became softer and more beautiful. She said to me: "Ah Lin, if one day we are separated, will you Looking for me?"

What she said was not whether she wanted to, but whether to look for it, so I thought for a while before answering: "Yes. If I can't find it in this life, I will go to you in the next life. As long as I am reincarnated, I will find you." I don't believe in reincarnation, but Hope for immortality.

"Pull hook." It was probably the first time she heard me say these superstitions, and she stretched out her little finger with great interest to make a promise.

But I declined, saying rather proudly, "Nothing like that. My words are promises."

At that time, I couldn't see the future, and I didn't have a sense of crisis, so I vowed to say anything casually.And who would have expected that I would be the one who left, but she would be the one who was looking for life after life?

The fairy sang this song in ktv, and my memory trembled.

"Yin Yuan, I miss you too."

The author has something to say: Su Lin’s episode is here~Maybe there is also Lin Yao’s daily episode~Yin Yuan’s plan is not to write~I am a little sad~Cao Huan’s episode is not available~But you can go out and turn right to watch the short story " "Time God Steal" ~ Write her later little story ~ Let's be a lot of nonsense ~ Thank you for reading ~ Good night