deceased into ashes

*This article is an excerpt from Chapter 7 and Chapter 21 of the book "The Other Shore" written by Xiao Zhou under the pseudonym "Yunyan".

/Joyful Joy/Scattered Pen 7

This day I saw lush gardenias blooming on the side of the road.

Suddenly think of my hometown.

Gardenias in my hometown are summer in the eyes of girls.

The fragrance next to the gurgling water of the old bridge is a nostalgia that people will never forget.

Along the bridge, you can see the green moss, and the clear water flows the years.

The magnolia flowers that bloomed like a moon in the early spring have already withered, leaving new leaves fully exposed on the branches.

The stars in summer at night are illusory and dreamy. Looking at the sky full of stars, I use my eyes to keep a spring in my pupils, like a river in the sky.

When I was young, I liked every scene in my hometown very much.

Later, when I met that person, I took her for a walk in the late autumn evening, picking up pieces of golden fan-shaped leaves, and I was as happy as if I had found a treasure.Scatter the golden ginkgo leaves to the sky, and the sun will spread around us like this.

I love spending time with her in my hometown.

Later, when I went to a farther place, I never saw such a pristine beauty in my hometown.

I have never felt that kind of warmth again, that wraps the girl's soft heart.

I always believe that the hometown I love lives in her eyes, and all my joy and nostalgia are left in her gentle eyes.

Even the quarrel sometimes doesn't affect my affection in her eyes.

I see the colorful falling flowers, and the flowers are everywhere.I am looking forward to the heavy snow in the southern country, leaving a cold snowflake in her palm.

If it is necessary to endure the crushed affection in those eyes, but it is also willing to do so.

The empty alley next to the old house has not been demolished this year, the swallows from last year have flown back, and the Ahuang dog in his hometown is still barking aggressively.

In the days when she came back, there was not a single day that was not painful.Every day, I look at the phoenix tree in the distance, and engrave her name in every scenery in my hometown.

My youth, my joy.

There are no stars and no moon tonight.

I can't see the light of dawn.

No one brought me light.

I followed the dots of fireflies all the way forward.

There is a cluster of flowers beside the road sign.

The future is written on it.

In front of you is a cliff.

/lighthouse/short segment 21

The wind was blowing at sea, and the lighthouse was bright.

The mountains and the sea in the distance are connected together, blending into one in the darkness, inseparable like a ghostly nightmare.

The tower keeper sits in the lighthouse, looking at the boundless darkness and feeling the infinite silence.

The night is really long.

like boundless fear

—it envelops me, oppresses me.

Like nights from years ago.

The sky was so tightly covered that there was no light at all.

I wait for the dawn to break the sky.

The galaxy is out of sight, and the streamer falls between the clouds.

I always feel like there is no tomorrow.