vicissitudes of life are not far away, the distant place is that we are separated from each other. Some people say that everyone is an island, but I think, I am not an island, because I still have you. For decades, I have been waiting On the land where we live, the neighbors have all moved away, and I'm the only one left here. Maybe it's to protect the memories, maybe it's inseparable from the memories. In short, I didn't leave our home after you left. After so many years, the sunshine here is still gentle, but the surrounding area has become a vast ocean. Maybe this is the vicissitudes of life. I choose to be trapped in our memories, waiting alone for the reunion time, day after day, year after year. I am getting old and dying, but I am not afraid, because I know that you are waiting for me there. Although my eyes have become cloudy, the years have not blurred your face, and you are deeply buried in my heart. Honey, you know what, I miss you so much.
I still keep my promise. I only drink one glass of red wine and smoke three pipes of tobacco every day. I will think of you inadvertently, and the decades you and I have gone through. My memory is getting worse and worse, but with your every A moment that I will always keep in my mind.
Honey, do you remember my favorite pipe, I accidentally lost it in the water today, so I put on a diving suit to find it, the sea level is getting higher and higher, and our house can only be The huts we used to live in were all immersed in the bottom of the sea, and we were alone in the ocean to witness our past. The pipe you gave me fell on a certain floor. When I found the pipe, I couldn't help thinking of you again. I remembered that when the pipe fell on the ground, you bent down and picked it up for me, so I traced back along the memory, all the way downstream, downstream, in the memory The imprint of your life together with me is getting clearer and clearer.
Layer after layer of cabins sealed the bits and pieces between you and me, I accidentally opened it, so all the memories of you came to me, I was like a lost soul, loneliness filled my heart, without you, these I don't know how I lived this year, but now I am alone, guarding our remaining love, lingering in the slow time, I understand that it is memories that support me to this day, just like this piece of my love. of the sea.
From the bottom of the sea to the sea, the houses are piled up layer by layer, our home is getting smaller and smaller, just like my life, I used to have you and children, my world is very big, now the children are far away, you I’m gone, my world has become smaller, the vast ocean, only I live alone in a cramped room, cleaning old photo frames every day, watching boring programs on TV, smoking a few pipes when I’m unhappy, I think one day, the house will be too small to be built. At that time, our home will be like a pyramid, with a pointed roof, and the memory will also be roofed. At that time, I should come back to you , go back to where we fell in love and relive our memories.
I looked at our former home at the bottom of the sea, recalling the past life, I am very old, there are no tears to shed, I can only be dazed and immersed in the memory of you, this paragraph occupies me All the romantic memories in my life have been sealed. Now I have opened up, and my thoughts about you have opened up. I can't hold it back. The power of time has not reduced my love for you in the slightest. You are gone, and all the pain , misses, memories, and loneliness are left to me. I can only build them layer by layer until one day, when the memories are completely capped, I will leave them to watch over this ocean of memories.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to say desolate. Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is full of dust and your temples are like frost. Last night, Youmeng suddenly returned to his hometown, Xiaoxuan Window was dressing up, and he was speechless, except for thousands of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the moonlit night, the short Songgang. This is a poem written by a poet to his deceased wife, I think I love you no less than this poet loves his wife, but the only difference is that I know you are always by my side, you are me Memories, you are the romance of my life.
Tonight, I took two wine glasses, and I'm going to have a drink with you under the spring. You will definitely come, I know.
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